The golden light filling the sky and the shadowy figure high above gradually dissipated, the forced viewing effect also lifted.

A Wolf Fang Club over two meters long appeared in Brother Bing’s hand, the heavy armor on his body rubbed against each other, producing a piercing noise,

he showed no apparent movement, but the ground beneath his feet cracked like a spider web, and his figure instantly vanished from the spot.

Thud!

Li Cheng crossed his arms in front of him, his whole body was knocked back, and his feet plowed two long furrows into the ground.

’So this is Summoning God?’

He raised an eyebrow and glanced at his arm, without activating Insect Transformation Form, the human body is still somewhat frail, the flesh was torn by iron thorns, and the bones had compound fractures.

However, this was of no consequence, he lifted his forearm, allowing bone fragments to fall naturally, retrieving them into the item inventory,

simultaneously, with a thought, he took out titanium alloy models of the ulna and radius from the three-dimensional warehouse, catching them as if changing a magazine.

The genetic library generously supplied by the group had a high-speed regeneration gene, so the wound closed by itself without the need for stitches.

The holes made by the iron thorns of the Wolf Fang Club were also covered with a layer of white fascia at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"...Are you really human?"

A muffled, gruff question came from Brother Bing’s helmet.

"I think I am."

Li Cheng pursed his lips, casually pulling out a few sheets of printed paper, "After all, I always pass the ’prove you are human’ verification code."

The contents of a few sheets included picking out a certain idol among a series of identical plastic surgery faces;

finding a Shiba Inu among rural dogs;

spotting a night heron among birds;

and finding a skinned bullfrog among the back photos of bodybuilders;

’The previous ones were okay, but looking for a bullfrog among bodybuilders is just too perverted.’

The professional players still alive on the scene internally grumbled and mocked,

they did not know that Li Cheng was actually human even without the verification code—

some players in the killing field, in pursuit of strength, willingly gave up being human,

some transformed themselves into cyborgs, some injected mutant serum into their bodies, and some willingly degenerated into demons, sporting a pig head or a lion’s mane, with a stomach so big they need a small cart to move it.

Due to their altered size and weight, these players couldn’t use the basic facilities specifically designed for human size in the slums, such as buses, public restrooms, mall entrances, park benches, etc.,

They frequently complained on forums, demanded human rights, and even wrote letters of complaint to the Shabby Street Community Committee, asking merchants to remove the "Non-human Players Not Allowed" signs and improve and enhance the basic facilities.

The committee, overwhelmed, formulated a set of cumbersome rules, defining "human" through over a thousand criteria. Accumulating 600 points is required to be considered having human rights.

The White Horse Tombstone, without any supernatural creature bloodline, was considered a standard human being.

Children of Wanli Sealed Blade’s cat demon bloodline, on appearance only having cat ears and a tail more than humans, could have over eight hundred points.

The insect transformation within Li Cheng had long been sealed by the Liangyi Blade, even though utilizing the four-base life system from the Cultivation World, he had no reproductive isolation from standard humans on Earth, thus having over seven hundred points, still considered human.

As for Gray Rain...

Though she scored quite a bit in cognitive abilities, basic knowledge, and moral values during the exam phase, and barely passed due to her weight with the help of a Floating Engine,

but being a nano-robot, creating reproductive isolation, her total score was only 599,

Because of this, she was quite regretful and vowed to retake the human certificate exam in half a year. Muttering, "I really want to be human," even in her sleep at night.

After this, she would crawl out of bed, turn on the computer, log onto adult websites, and learn how to become an adult.

Returning to the present, Li Cheng turned his palm, took out the Skull Shattering Power Hammer, and released a gale behind him, shooting forward like an arrow leaving the string.

Clang!

Brother Bing swung the Wolf Fang Club to block, the shock force of the Skull Shattering Hammer traveled along his palm, into his bones and chest, causing his heart to suddenly pause.

He grunted, retreated half a step, moved his right hand holding the club towards the hammer, and thrust the club forward. Meanwhile, his left hand clenched into a fist and punched his own chest, restoring his halted heartbeat.

"Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique!"

Li Cheng shouted a meaningless move name, continuously smashing the Skull Shattering Hammer down, leaving no room for his opponent to breathe.

A mechanical arm suddenly extended from his back, pulling the trigger of the Ape-man Degeneration Gun.

Brother Bing had long studied the intelligence provided by the internet oversight department, knowing this bullet was extraordinary, enduring a blow on the Heavenly Spirit Cover, and narrowly sidestepping.

The Degeneration Bullet traveled straight through the street, coincidentally hitting Jiliang Jiyin, who was throwing bombs at the White Horse Tombstone,

The latter made a "pop" sound, and instantly transformed into...

A bomber from the old game "Bomberman," shrinking from 1.75 meters tall to less than one meter.

Brother Bing’s hair stood on end, using every method he could—swinging and smashing with the Wolf Fang Club.

To be fair, Brother Bing’s stats, enhanced by divine power, were indeed high enough. Without being able to use Insect Transformation Form, Qilin Blood Plasma, or Light Speed Elbow Strike, Li Cheng was indeed overpowered.

But he only needed to wait for Gray Rain to burn through the wooden door with the Furnace of Eight Trigrams to succeed.

Clang—

Yet another clash of weapons, the Skull Shattering Hammer was almost knocked away. Li Cheng retreated to defuse the impact, his palm numb and unconscious—the tiger’s mouth split several times, and layers of fascia covered it.

"There’s still a quarter left of the door-breaking process."

Gray Rain said urgently, suddenly hearing a sharp piercing sound captured by the auditory sensor, instinctively glancing at the high sky with the corner of its eye.

The sky was filled with dense black dots, which were not meteors, but... artillery shells.

Professional players’ pupils constricted. Previously, Li Cheng had unfolded the Ancient Long War Map, summoning only thirty Forbidden Army War Cars,

while the rest of the turrets were placed nearly ninety kilometers away.

And now, the shells poured down like rain. Some professional players tried to intercept, but were shot down by Alpha Snake Head.

"Find cover—"

Before Brother Bing could finish his sentence, the shells had already hit the ground.

However, the imagined spectacular explosion did not occur. Instead, yellow-green gas spewed out crazily from the ruptured warheads.

"Poison, poison gas?"

The professional players looked terrified, hurriedly putting on their anti-toxic masks, only to find that the yellow-green gas spread rapidly,

with a bizarre "sticky feeling" that couldn’t be dispersed even with a strong wind.

More lethal was that even with the anti-toxic masks, the gas could penetrate, adding a "Poisoned" status description to their status bars.

"To be precise, it’s not poison gas, but an aerosolized beast-use magic potion."

Li Cheng said with a smile, "Certain demon beasts, such as stone gargoyles, gem dragons, bear monsters, due to their physiological structure, living habits, and peculiar diets, often face constipation.

So it’s necessary to sprinkle a tiny bit of magic potion in their food to nourish and moisten dryness, improving their intestines.

Under normal circumstances, these magic potions are very stable, and even if humans accidentally inhale them, there would be no side effects. Unless..."

He pulled out the [Disease Unclean Book] with one hand, the pages turning automatically without wind, flipping to the diarrhea Chapter.

Gollum—

All the professional players’ stomachs simultaneously rumbled like thunder, their faces changing instantly as they tried to escape, but it was already too late.

The curse of the [Disease Unclean Book] is a large-scale attack skill that ignores all armor and magic barriers.

Amidst a series of squelching sounds, one player staggered back several steps, leaning against a wall, with a face as if wearing a mask of pain.

Just like dominoes collapsing one by one, someone fell to the ground clutching their butt, someone else stopped fighting and crashed through the villa door, heading straight for the bathroom,

while the resolute ones maintained tense expressions, resisting the diarrhea instinct with sheer willpower—these people lost the worst,

because in the diarrhea Chapter of the [Disease Unclean Book], symptoms such as viral bacterial gastroenteritis, food poisoning, and irritable bowel syndrome, not only cause diarrhea but also vomiting.

If they hold it in below, they can’t hold it above, and for a while, the whole street was filled with the sound of vomiting.

Only the deceased White Horse Tombstone and the nano-mechanical Gray Rain remained unaffected.

"You... ugh!"

Brother Bing’s face turned green, and he was relatively lucky, quickly closing his helmet, only inhaling a trace of the aerosolized magic potion, but his stomach still churned endlessly, and he couldn’t help but vomit profusely, "Didn’t you inhale the gas yourself?!"

The [Disease Unclean Book] has two activation methods, the first injures both self and others, and the second injures others without harming oneself, at the cost of paying double the spiritual power and receiving direct damage.

Li Cheng, being someone who saves spiritual power, naturally chose the first method of injuring both self and others.

"That’s why I say you home players are so pampered."

Li Cheng shook his head unflinchingly, "In our killing fields, an important criterion to differentiate newbies from experts is whether they’re wearing adult diapers.

In prolonged battles, anything could happen, and no doubt, during excretion, it’s when Transcendents are at their most vulnerable.

If you don’t dare to wear a diaper, can you still be considered an expert?"

The opponent opened their mouth but was speechless—in reality, when Li Cheng was on the Edge Fighter, he secretly used Assembly Puppet to remove his stomach and intestines. Without them, he naturally wouldn’t vomit or have diarrhea.