Chapter 88: Fan Tianxing Arrives in Origin City

Staring at the doll in front of him, smiling up at him, the martial artist felt a flicker of confusion.
“You’re just a Class B strange entity—are you really thinking of taking me head-on?”
After all, he was at the Kaiyuan stage, a martial artist of some renown. Even if his strength was currently suppressed, he shouldn’t have any trouble dealing with a mere Class B strange entity, right?
Yet the doll only smiled, shaking its head. “Just wait a moment.”
The martial artist didn’t know what the doll intended, but years of training had taught him to trust his instincts. Something about this doll was decidedly out of the ordinary, and so he dared not act rashly.
Time ticked away, second by second. At last, impatience overcame the martial artist. Seizing his chance, he swung his blade at Feng Tianlin.
Just as the blade was about to land, his opponent vanished from sight.
“I told you to wait, didn’t I? You couldn’t hold out?” Taunting words drifted from behind him, Feng Tianlin’s voice tinged with mockery.
A wave of shock crashed through the martial artist’s heart. He stared at the place Feng Tianlin had just stood, disbelief etched across his face.
So fast—unbelievably fast.
And for good reason: Feng Tianlin was using teleportation.
In that instant, Feng Tianlin’s aura shifted dramatically, surging from Class B to Class A. Unmistakable joy lit up his features.
This was no imitation—this was a genuine breakthrough to Class A!
The terror unleashed by his frenzied carnival had yielded a tremendous harvest of fear. With his ability to create duplicates, he could soak up terror wherever he went. In the realm of strangeness, all the terror was his to absorb, which meant he’d leaped from Class B to Class A in record time.
Feng Tianlin wasted no more words. He was eager to test his newfound power.
Savoring this strength—something he’d never dared imagine—Feng Tianlin teleported behind the martial artist in the blink of an eye.
But the martial artist had been waiting for just this moment, bracing himself for an ambush.
In his mind, he’d rehearsed Feng Tianlin’s attack from behind countless times. So when Feng Tianlin appeared at his back, he didn’t hesitate—he swung his blade in a flash.
The strike was so swift that even Feng Tianlin failed to react, taking the blow full on.
The force of it sent Feng Tianlin flying several meters. Before he could touch the ground, the martial artist charged in again, blade at the ready.
Anyone else might have tried to retreat or block. But not Feng Tianlin.
He teleported directly in front of his attacker. Seeing this, the martial artist lashed out again, landing another solid blow.
But then the impossible happened.
Feng Tianlin split in two, becoming two identical dolls.

Before the martial artist could react, both dolls appeared before him, preparing to strike.
In a panic, he slashed out, his blade moving in a blur, cutting both figures—only for each to split again, turning two into four.
“Impossible!” he shouted, stunned.
But Feng Tianlin gave him no respite. The four dolls teleported before him once more.
This time, the martial artist moved at his fastest, unleashing four rapid strikes in succession. When he finished, he stood frozen in disbelief, dread spreading in his chest.
Sure enough, four dolls had become eight.
“What kind of devilish power is this?” the martial artist bellowed in rage.
“Heh heh, it’s called division,” Feng Tianlin replied with a sinister grin, losing all interest in toying with his adversary.
The eight dolls scattered and leapt into the air, splitting again—now there were sixteen, all swooping down from every angle.
The martial artist tried using his sword techniques, but the dolls changed positions faster than his eyes could track. He couldn’t land a single blow.
Now he was entirely surrounded, escape impossible.
During one desperate swing, a doll caught his sword blade, a numbing cold traveling up through his arm, freezing it solid. The other dolls swooped in, unleashing a frenzied assault.
Three seconds later, the martial artist lay on the ground, his body a bloody ruin, blood streaming from a hundred wounds. Eyes wide, he waited for death to claim him.
“Kaiyuan stage martial artists are disappointingly weak,” Feng Tianlin remarked, spreading his hands in boredom.
With his current strength, he could easily crush early Kaiyuan stage foes—first, second, even third tier. Against those in the fourth to sixth, he could still put up a fight. As for the higher tiers, he’d yet to meet one.
Finishing off the martial artist with a casual kick, Feng Tianlin issued a command to all the strange entities: “End this quickly!”
At his order, the eager strange entities surged forward to slaughter the remaining humans, who offered no resistance. In no time, all were dead.
Dispelling the eerie domain, Feng Tianlin summoned the Ghost Train and tossed in the survivors who had tried to escape earlier.
Just then, the dead martial artist’s phone began to ring. Feng Tianlin licked his lips, recalled the man’s voice, and answered.
“Hello? Radar shows you’ve reached Source City. What’s the situation?”
“We’ve stabilized the situation. The leading strange entity has been eliminated by us, and we’re clearing out the rest.”
“Excellent. Remember to bring back several strange entity corpses. I need to determine which faction they belong to.”
“Understood.”

After hanging up, he raised an eyebrow at the other strange entities. “The carnival continues!”
A few hours later, barely any signs of life remained in the city. Feng Tianlin even handpicked several hundred of the most timid humans and sent them onto the Ghost Train.
Not long after they departed, a special guest arrived.
Fan Tianxing walked through the city, the lower legs of his trousers soaked red with blood, while Ren Zhonghao retched beside him.
They’d initially intended to travel through He Province to Qin Province, and by rights should never have come to Source City. When word came of a strange entity attack here, Fan Tianxing hadn’t planned to intervene.
But not long ago, orders came from above: the team sent to reinforce Source City was likely in trouble, and he was to investigate personally. He had no choice but to comply.
Were it not for his recent defeat and the fact he’d borrowed several top experts from the authorities, he would never have set foot here.
But upon arrival, the devastation he saw left him speechless.
“Are there any survivors?” Fan Tianxing turned to the men with him.
These were the people he’d borrowed—some of the world’s most formidable experts. With their help, Ren Zhonghao was confident they could destroy whoever controlled the strange domain.
“Yes, there are.” One of them sensed the presence of life not far away.
They passed through a scene of carnage, finally spotting a person cowering in a corner, clutching a crust of bread, trembling as he looked up at them.
“We’re human. Tell me what happened here,” Fan Tianxing said gently.
He didn’t know the details and could only ask this survivor.
Once assured they weren’t strange entities, the man spoke, his voice trembling.
“I don’t really know what happened… There were so many strange entities, so many! They started killing everywhere! Killing everyone!” He pointed at the shattered windows of several apartment blocks.
“Even those hiding at home weren’t spared.”
He managed only a few sentences before the trauma overwhelmed him, and he collapsed into sobs.
At that moment, one of the martial artists beside him vanished, reappearing moments later with a Class B gecko-shaped strange entity gripped in his hand.
This Class B creature had just evolved through the terrifying carnival, but before it could savor its new strength, it was caught as easily as a chicken by this human.
Fan Tianxing approached the creature and spoke coldly: “Tell me—what happened here? Where are the other strange entities?”