Jiang City is one of the major cities in the Huazhong Region.
It's a prosperous metropolis ranking high in the inland areas.
Though it can't quite rival Yanjing, Shanghai, or Peng City, it's not far behind.
At this moment, looking out over the vast, flat roads, they're astonishingly covered in cracks, with unknown wild grass growing out of them, and in some places, even small saplings.
The high-rise buildings that once seemed like a steel jungle now look as though they've been neglected for twenty or thirty years, with a layer of moss covering the outer walls and tiny vines crawling over the windows, while birds nest in some corners.
The first impression of the whole city is no longer that of a bustling, wealthy metropolis but rather a semi-abandoned ruin, yet it exudes a sense of vibrant vitality amidst the decay.
Nature, suppressed by humans for thousands of years.
Did it suddenly launch a counterattack overnight?
Hang Yu, however, knew very well what's happening!
With the arrival and invasion from the Spirit Realm, a rift was torn in the real world, through which the energy and information from the Spirit Realm began to gradually seep in, marking the start of a prolonged erosion of the real world.
Hang Yu did not dare to take the subway; who knew whether it was still running, or what might be encountered in the tunnels!
Luckily, the distance wasn't too far.
Hang Yu was almost there riding a shared bike.
Pang Dahai called again.
It was extremely noisy on the other end, with some screams mixed in, and Pang Dahai shouted loudly, "Holy crap, something's happened here, it's dangerous, don't come over yet!"
Hang Yu was puzzled: "What's going on? Where are you now?"
Pang Dahai said anxiously, "I was attacked, trapped in Kendra's Chicken, and the police call won't get through, go find the police to save me, I can't hold out here much longer!"
Holy crap!
Attacked?
What kind of situation is this!
Fatty didn't specify before hanging up, so it's unclear whether it was an attack by humans or creatures from the Spirit Realm.
Call the police?
Don't joke around!
The city is in chaos.
The emergency lines are probably flooded with calls already.
How could they possibly deploy police to rescue anyone now?
Hang Yu pedaled the shared bike crazily, leveraging his athletic-like constitution, he somehow managed to reach speeds of seventy to eighty kilometers per hour on flat roads, arriving at the square within minutes, only to be dumbfounded by the scene before him.
The square once dominated by dance groups was now covered in bird droppings and weeds, seized by another type of creature.
It was a flock of birds akin to geese.
Most of them looked colorful, making them highly ornamental, with strong claws and beaks and capable of short-distance flight, numbering in the hundreds, at least.
Mountain Chickens!
They're Mountain Chickens!
The Mountain Chickens from the Spirit Realm are Level 1 monsters, considered the weakest species, usually not very aggressive, retaliating only when threatened.
But they were much larger and fiercer than Earth's mountain chickens.
Who could believe a vibrant city would suddenly see such a large flock of mountain chickens appear out of nowhere?
Yet it did happen, and what was more jaw-dropping, dozens of big mountain chickens were madly assaulting Kendra's Chicken.
Well, eating fried chicken legs, fried chicken wings, Orleans chicken burgers, and Mexican wraps all day long.
Now this is happening.
Their relatives must have come for revenge!
Hang Yu had no idea why, in such a situation, he could still manage to joke about it.
What to do? He didn't have anything handy to use as a weapon, couldn't just rush in and tear the chickens apart barehanded!
He quickly pulled out his phone, chose the Jungle Long Knife, and painfully spent two expensive White Crystal Stones.
A flash of white light streaked.
The moment the Spirit Realm weapon was equipped.
Hang Yu felt an electric-like energy surge through his body.
Because of this weapon, which increased his agility, he felt his movements and reflexes significantly enhanced.
There's no mistaking the difference with a Spirit Realm weapon!
This knife was sturdier than any knife forged with earthly metal.
Even the world's finest swords were jokes in its presence.
Hang Yu grasped the bike with his left hand, and wielded the long knife with his right, instantly transforming into a brave shared-bike knight, slashing a fierce mountain chicken in half, as effortlessly as slicing tofu.
The other mountain chickens, seeing this, gave up attacking Kendra's Chicken, turning to rush toward him with a screech.
This made the situation quite dangerous.
However, not to brag, Hang Yu had been cycling since he was five!
Throughout primary, middle, and high school, in scorching heat or freezing cold, through storms and rain, he rode to school!
Ten years of honing, ten years of weathering the storms.
The car skills have reached a human-vehicle unity state!
He frantically stomped the accelerator to maintain speed, preventing the chickens from surrounding him, while swinging the sharp Long Blade in his hand to reap them.
The chickens wailed.
Chicken blood everywhere.
Hang Yu felt like he was possessed by Zhao Zilong, with one person, one blade, and one bicycle, he charged in and out three times among dozens of chickens, slaying nearly half of them, leaving feathers all over the ground.
But even Hang Yu couldn't maintain this state for long!
After enduring high-intensity combat, he was beginning to feel exhausted, causing his speed to noticeably slow down. At that moment, a chicken larger than a goose flew out from among the flock.
This chicken was evidently different from the others!
Not only was its body size twice that of an ordinary chicken, its feathers displayed a dazzling array of colors, giving it an extremely noble appearance.
It was the leader of the chickens.
To put it nicely, it's the Mountain Chicken King, or to be blunt, it's the chicken head!
The Mountain Chicken King launched a fierce surprise attack, and Hang Yu didn't have time to dodge it. A pair of talons, like eagle claws, struck his chest with incredible force that knocked both him and his bike to the ground.
Damn.
Is this really a chicken?
A large eagle's strength might just be comparable!
Hang Yu felt the talons piercing firmly into his chest, and after knocking him down, the Mountain Chicken King immediately used its sharp beak to peck toward his eyes.
No wonder it's the Mountain Chicken King, its peck was accurate, fierce, and fast!
If Hang Yu reacted even half a second slower, his eyeballs would have been plucked out by this beast!
In a split second, Hang Yu turned his head to avoid it, and the chicken king's beak fell on his face, slicing open the skin like a knife and leaving a disfiguring wound.
How annoying, daring to ruin my face, do you really think I'm a pushover?
The chicken is the lowest type of monster, and the Mountain Chicken King isn't even an Elite Monster; at most, it's like a low-level goblin warlock, slightly more powerful than an ordinary monster. Hang Yu was already level 2 now, so he truly didn't think much of it.
Yet even though he wasn't afraid to face the Mountain Chicken King one-on-one,
Hang Yu remained cautious. The Mountain Chicken King had a swarm of chickens under its command, and if he got entangled with the king for too long and got surrounded by the flock, with every chicken jumping in once, even a tough guy wouldn't be able to handle it.
The Long Blade was viciously stabbed into the Mountain Chicken King's abdomen.
The Mountain Chicken King immediately let out a mournful cry, spreading its wings to take flight, but its claws still firmly gripped Hang Yu, lifting his over 100-pound body over half a meter high and continuing to ascend.
Never in Hang Yu's life had he endured such a brutal scratch, like the Dragon Claw Hand, but he clenched his teeth, enduring the intense pain, pulled out his Long Blade, and chopped at the Mountain Chicken King's neck.
The Jungle Long Knife truly deserved to be White Equipment!
The neck of the Mountain Chicken King was as tough as reinforced concrete, yet still severed under the sharp blade, its head flying several meters away.
Hang Yu still didn't let his guard down.
He once read a real-life case in the news where a chicken in the United States, even after getting its head chopped off, lived for eighteen months; if this Mountain Chicken King wasn't completely dead, the one to suffer next would definitely be him.
Hence, he delivered another slash to the Mountain Chicken King.
Even if the Mountain Chicken King were as tough as the news' headless wonder chicken, it couldn't survive such heavy injuries, immediately dropping lifelessly to the ground, utterly dead.
The other chickens, initially ready to surround them, saw their boss get taken down and immediately fluttered away in all directions, not continuing their assault on the injured Hang Yu, letting him breathe a huge sigh of relief.
Hang Yu's face and body were covered in blood.
Some of it was chicken blood, some of it was his own.
At that moment, the door of the chicken coop opened, and a fat man rushed out. He weighed at least over 200 pounds, stout and plump, with a naive look, and was Hang Yu's roommate Pang Dahai.
Pang Dahai was obese, resembling the actor playing a fat cat in about seventy percent. He had many nicknames in school, such as Pang Dahai (Fat Sea) or Fat Cat.
Don't let his clumsy and honest, even slightly slow appearance fool you.
He was a moderately famous person, recognized as the Grand Marshal of Riding Infantry in the university dormitory, nicknamed the mobile seed bank. If anyone was looking for the latest and hottest XX gate news, they could definitely seek him out, as even the seniors from the next building would come over, sincerely requesting information.
"What the hell, are you stupid? Didn't I tell you not to come over?" Pang Dahai was at a loss seeing Hang Yu covered in blood, even with a part of his face torn off, and he quickly turned back and shouted, "What are you guys standing around for? Call 120!"
"No need!"
Hang Yu stopped the fat guy, pulled out his phone, pressed it twice, and a Red Fruit appeared in his palm, quickly taking a few bites and eating it.
This guy, after receiving such serious injuries, remained so calm and even had the mind to munch on a fruit? Did he have brain damage from the fall!
"Hey, what's going on; is this the time to eat?"
Pang Dahai was halfway through his sentence, eyes wide, suddenly astonished to find that after Hang Yu ate the fruit, the wounds on his chest and face stopped bleeding, and the wounds began to heal slowly at a rate visible to the naked eye.
In less than two minutes,
The wound had already scabbed and fallen off, leaving just a light, shallow mark, and it was recovering to normal skin color at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Pang Dahai was completely stunned: "Hey, did you eat an Immortal Fruit?"
Hang Yu didn't care: "Something like that, let's not talk about it now, I have to handle the scene, such good meat shouldn't go to waste."
Pang Dahai then witnessed an extraordinary spectacle.
Hang Yu placed his hand on the Mountain Chicken King's body, a layer of dim light enveloping it, causing it to rapidly wither within seconds, and then crumble into dust like a weathered clay statue.
The light converged into Hang Yu's hand, turning into a large, fresh chicken breast and two plump chicken thighs.
What the hell!
Pang Dahai couldn't believe his eyes, rubbing them in disbelief.