Hunter of Mysterious Creature-Chapter 543 - 120: Wen Ya Pressure_2

However, Sun Hang just lightly tapped the ground with his toes, effortlessly retreating backward, and every punch from Wen Ya hit empty air... He kept roaring, the speed of his punches increasing, yet his fists couldn’t even touch the hem of Sun Hang’s clothing.

"What is the Sacred Cabinet?" Sun Hang asked again.

He tried to read Wen Ya’s memories, but in his current state, Wen Ya’s mind seemed as if it had been devoured by a zombie; all Sun Hang could access was a jumble of intense emotional garbage, unable to find anything of value.

If he had to find a word to describe the current state of the opponent, Sun Hang thought "impotent rage" was quite fitting.

From the moment the Hunter arrived at the testing ground, Sun Hang realized there was something off about these two people.

Even though Sun Hang hadn’t glanced at them, he could clearly sense that their gazes were almost constantly fixed on him.

Furthermore, the conversations between Wen Ya and Yao Yu were all overheard by Sun Hang.

The content of their conversation seemed harmless when taken separately—at most, it was just a case of a self-important Hunter’s disdain and apprehension about a peer—but for some reason, Sun Hang always felt there was more to their words.

He attempted to read their minds, but the person named Yao Yu seemed to be wearing some piece of Deceitful Equipment, blocking the thoughts of those around him, and when Sun Hang tried to probe, he could only see a bare wall.

So, Sun Hang patiently waited until the big guy was alone...

What Sun Hang didn’t expect was that a simple question from him would provoke the other party into launching a life-threatening attack, looking as if he was determined to kill him.

Is this guy insane?

This is the testing ground of the Celestial City Mysterious Creature Research Institute, surrounded by military and patrolling Hunter squads. Even if he managed to kill me, it’d be impossible to escape this place under the attack of numerous Hunters.

Sun Hang thought that if he were in the same situation, knowing that resistance would lead to certain death, he would definitely choose to surrender.

Isn’t staying alive better?

Or does the "Sacred Cabinet" he just thought of contain some grave secret that must not be divulged at any cost?

For Hunters of this level, they usually aren’t subjected to "harmless disposal" unless they’ve defected or their infection process has crossed a dangerous threshold, right?

Wait, defected?

Sun Hang suddenly retreated a considerable distance, stopping ten meters away from the "safe zone boundary." Not far behind him, the black and yellow markings symbolizing the boundary between the "safe zone" and "danger zone" were starkly visible, the warning lights on the lines continuously flashing.

Wen Ya also came to a stop, panting heavily, his sweat turning into steam before it could even seep from his pores, all the pressure relief valves on his body failing, as the piercing alarm sounds had been incessantly ringing since just now.

Wen Ya felt a shiver run through him—this wasn’t a psychological shiver, but a real, physical cold.

He knew exactly what this shiver meant.

The "Sixth Threshold" was Wen Ya’s strongest state, but he couldn’t maintain it for long... He had tested it himself, and the longest he had ever held it was eleven seconds, and that was while staying completely still, without making any attacking moves.

Any action taken under the "Sixth Threshold" greatly reduced the maintenance time; the more intense the action, the more the time was shortened.

The sign that the "Sixth Threshold" state was nearing its end was when his body temperature, which reached over a thousand degrees, began to plummet. At this time, he felt the ubiquitous cold penetrate his body like countless steel needles, a pain so intense that anyone who experienced it once would never want to endure it again.

Thus, Wen Ya rarely entered the "Sixth Threshold" state, not even when facing a tough opponent—at most, he would raise himself to the "Fifth Threshold."

This time, however, he played all his cards, but what he received in return was the same cold question over and over—

"What is the Sacred Cabinet?"

Wen Ya started coughing violently, his ankle weakening, causing him to fall to one knee, trembling all over.

He reached up to cover his mouth, and as an exaggerated cough erupted, blood froth mixed with organ fragments flowed from his fingers, dripping onto the frozen ground and immediately turning into dark red ice chunks.

The vaporous steam had long since dissipated, and the sub-zero temperatures once again reclaimed dominance over this artificial plain.

"What... are you... cough cough... what kind of monster are you?" Wen Ya asked between coughs, his bloodshot eyes fixated on Sun Hang.

"You’re mistaken; I’m the one asking you right now, not the other way around." Sun Hang stepped forward and kicked Wen Ya over, pinning him with a foot on his chest.

Wen Ya’s thoughts were now a bit clearer than before, but his memory remained chaotic, making it extremely difficult for Sun Hang to read.

If possible, he hoped the other would voluntarily confess.

"Honesty brings leniency, resistance brings severity," Sun Hang declared with righteous conviction. "I am not a very patient person."

"The Sa... Sacred Cabinet... cough cough... is... is..." Wen Ya said with difficulty, turning his head slightly to look at that towering concrete structure not far away, which resembled the Armstrong Accelerating Rotary Jet Armstrong Cannon.

"You mean the Sacred Cabinet is Chimera 17?" Sun Hang asked in confusion. "How come I don’t recall Chimera 17 having such a codename?"

Wen Ya closed his eyes, his face ashen.

"Just a codename; Chimera 17’s existence isn’t exactly classified information, everyone present knows. Why was your reaction so extreme? If you want everyone to use this codename, you can just say so, it’s not a problem; look, Chimera 17 has six characters, while Sacred Cabinet has only two characters. If it were me, I’d gladly use the latter... Wait, what is the organization?"

"Cough cough... Since you... can read minds... cough cough... why ask me... anything?" Wen Ya wheezed between words, the aftereffects of withdrawing from the "Sixth Threshold" nearly costing him his life. He even considered the fact that he could still speak to be near miraculous.

He remembered that when he first brushed against the "Sixth Threshold" gate, he had been in a coma for half a month, and when he finally woke up, he found himself entombed in an Eternal Freeze Coffin, surrounded by all sorts of weapons. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Wen Ya always thought that in the "Sixth Threshold" state, even against the so-called "iron wall," reputed to be the strongest close-combat fighter among the ranked Hunters, he had the confidence to exchange a few blows... But today, this grinning young man before him completely turned his worldview upside down.

He felt a deep sense of dissatisfaction.

He thought that what had just happened wasn’t truly a fight—he hadn’t even touched the opponent, who just kept dodging and running, and ultimately Wen Ya exhausted himself to the point of self-destruction...

In a head-to-head fight, being defeated by an adversary fair and square, Wen Ya could concede... but losing in such a manner...

He felt so unwilling!

"Eh?"

Sun Hang lifted his foot and took several steps back.

He saw a black shadow rise from the big guy’s back, enveloping him completely.

Or rather, completely devouring him.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The thunderous rumble echoed in Wen Ya’s chest cavity, and a force from who-knows-where suddenly surged throughout his limbs... Wen Ya opened his eyes in surprise, finding himself fully restored and even slightly experiencing some sort of "breakthrough" trend.

"What... what’s happening?!"