A bone spike protruded from the scapula, the man's eyes filled with disbelief, trying to distance himself, but it was too late; Deng Ke's hand was already on his throat.
The vocal cords were immediately ruptured with a large hole, and then the hand dropped onto his shoulder.
The fabric of the jacket on the shoulder silently shattered and peeled off like weathered paper, followed by skin and muscle separating layer by layer, with the cross-section eerily neat. No blood flowed out, as all liquids were stripped away by some force upon seeping out, turning into clear fluid that flowed onto the ground.
Deng Ke's hand pressed steadily until most of the man's upper body had turned into a pile of materials with clear boundaries on the ground.
On the bottom were bone fragments, then yellowish fat granules, above that were dark reddish-brown muscle fibers, and the top layer consisted of gray-white skin flakes and hair, all neatly arranged.
