Reading to gain unlimited powers, I will become a god in the end of the world

Mu Ningxue's face was filled with despair and death. She tilted her head to one side, her eyes gradually becoming hollow.

Zhao Ding freed up a hand to caress Mu Ningxue's white and tender cheeks. His eyes were full of lust, and his hand began to slowly move across his neck, reaching towards the snow-capped peaks and deep valleys...

The next moment, a voice suddenly sounded above the two of them:

"Hey, isn't this our Miss Mu? Why are you so anxious when you start playing in the living room?"

Zhao Ding's right hand stretched out to Xuefeng suddenly stopped, and he raised his head suddenly. At some point, he saw the man in the room opposite, sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, lazily smoking a cigarette, looking at him with an unfinished expression on his face. them.

"How did you get in? Who are you!" Zhao Ding stood up suddenly, his muscles all taut. He could no longer care about Mu Ningxue on the ground and looked at Wang Mingyang warily.

"I opened the door and came in! As for who I am?" Wang Mingyang blew out smoke rings and said calmly with deep eyes, "It's not important. What's important is... whether you will die or live next."

Ignoring Zhao Ding's sudden murderous intent, Wang Mingyang looked at Mu Ningxue, who was pulling her skirt to cover her body while moving back to stay away from Zhao Ding.

"Miss Mu, do you still want to do business with me?"

A voice that was as seductive as a devil sounded. Mu Ningxue suddenly raised her head and uttered a sentence full of hate:

"Kill him! I'm yours!"

The words were simple and clear. Wang Mingyang smiled slightly when he heard the words, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers: "Quick! Then... the deal is done!"

When Zhao Ding asked Wang Mingyang that question, he already knew that there was nothing he could do. With an angry roar, his body suddenly grew a small circle, and his seemingly huge right fist swung towards Wang Mingyang.

Wang Mingyang's body suddenly shot forward and he punched out without hesitation. He wanted to test the difference between his twice-strengthened body and Zhao Ding, who was obviously a power-enhanced person with awakened powers.

Two fists, one big and one small, collided together, and a muffled sound exploded in the living room.

Wang Mingyang took several steps back, while Zhao Ding only took three steps back. In the strength competition, Zhao Ding's strength-enhancing ability really had the advantage.

"Haha, I thought you were so powerful, but it turns out you are nothing more than that!" Zhao Ding couldn't help but sneered coldly when he saw Wang Mingyang retreating too much.

Shaking his painful and numb right hand, Wang Mingyang smiled silently, reached into his pocket, grabbed four silver beads and threw them in the air.

"You seem to have forgotten that I am also a person with awakened powers..."

The four silver beads quickly stretched and lengthened, forming four steel needles flashing with cold light. The sharp tips were pointed at Zhao Ding, and they shot out the next moment.

Cold sweat broke out on Zhao Ding's head. With his enhanced reaction speed, he slapped a steel needle with his right hand, but the other three steel needles pierced his shoulders and chest fiercely.

The sharp steel needle came out from the other end with a trace of blood. Fortunately, Zhao Ding twisted his body and was not directly pierced through the vital part.

"Stop! We have something to discuss!" Zhao Ding quickly rolled behind the sofa, crouching with only his eyes exposed, and roared at the top of his lungs.

As soon as Wang Mingyang's superpower came out, Zhao Ding found that he was no match at all. He was seriously injured in one move. His mind changed quickly and he could only beg for mercy.

"Sorry, you have to die today!"

Wang Mingyang ignored it, flicked his fingers, and four steel needles pierced Zhao Ding again.

Not to mention that he had already agreed to Mu Ningxue's deal, Wang Mingyang hated the scum that backfired on his master.

This reminded him of the pain of being betrayed by his favorite people and teammates in his previous life. That kind of despair and unwillingness seemed to be flooding into his heart again at this moment.

Mu Ningxue leaned against the TV cabinet, clutching the skirt on her chest tightly with both hands. Her beautiful eyes were staring at Zhao Ding's figure with overwhelming hatred.

When Zhao Ding begged for mercy, she originally thought Wang Mingyang would hesitate for a moment, but what she didn't expect was that Wang Mingyang refused without hesitation, and the steel needle under his control became more and more cruel.

Zhao Ding rolled hard towards the master bedroom, ignoring the steel needle stuck in his back. He grunted and rushed into the master bedroom. The door of the master bedroom was thrown hard behind him.

There was a loud "bang", followed by three muffled sounds, and three steel needles plunged into the solid wood door.

Sensing the location of another steel needle in the master bedroom, Wang Mingyang calmed down and kicked open the master bedroom door.

Zhao Ding picked up a chair and threw it directly at Wang Mingyang who stepped into the master bedroom. The other five silver beads in his pocket quickly flew up and turned into a thin shield in front of him.

The wooden chair hit the thin shield, and wood chips flew into the air. The entire chair fell apart. The seemingly thin shield was extremely strong.

Wang Mingyang stepped forward and kicked Zhao Ding's chest with his right foot. Zhao Ding reacted quickly and put his hands in front of him to block Wang Mingyang's powerful kick.

Using force to kick on Zhao Ding's arm, Wang Mingyang's figure jumped up one meter. The shield that had just blocked the wooden chair quickly decomposed and stretched, and flew towards his raised right hand under Wang Mingyang's control.

The shield turned into Cheng Liang's horizontal sword, solidified the moment Wang Mingyang clenched his hands, and fell into his hands just right.

"Ho!"

Wang Mingyang clenched the horizontal knife with both hands, and then slashed it down towards Zhao Ding below.

Zhao Ding saw this wonderful scene through the gap between his hands. He was horrified in his heart. He exerted force on his feet and retreated quickly, regardless of whether it was a window or a wall behind him.

The horizontal knife brought up a smear of blood and struck the ground fiercely. Zhao Ding screamed, a slash was made on his chest by the horizontal knife, and half of his left arm flew up with blood.

In the flash of lightning, Wang Mingyang had seriously injured Zhao Ding and cut off a section of his left hand.

"Ah...what the hell is your ability?"

"who are you!"

"Why should you help her!"

"why!"

Zhao Ding yelled crazily, holding the severed hand tightly. The pain from the stab wound to his chest and the severed hand made his face distorted. At this moment, he only had endless hatred for Wang Mingyang in his heart, as well as deep incomprehension and unwillingness.

Where is this telepathic power?

Can the power of mind make a metal ball twist and liquefy, turning it into a shield one moment and a knife the next?

Zhao Ding was already confused. He originally thought that Wang Mingyang was just the kind of telepathic person in the movie who controlled objects to attack. Unexpectedly, he was disabled after a metal change.

"I said, this is a deal!" Wang Mingyang shook off the blood on the horizontal knife and said helplessly.

"Deal?! I can also trade with you! Just tell me what you want!" Zhao Ding endured the pain and gritted his teeth.

"Uh... you can't do it. Miss Mu sold herself to me. What value do you have for me to abandon such a beautiful woman and choose you?" Wang Mingyang tilted his head, with a curious look on his face.

"Fuck you, I am the chosen one. Only you and I have evolved special powers. Isn't that enough?" Zhao Ding roared, with an angry look on his face.

"The Chosen One? Haha... Stop making trouble, brother. This joke is really a bit cold. You'd better get on your way!" Wang Mingyang was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud.

Zhao Ding actually thought he was the chosen one?

It's just a D-level power-enhancing power. What else do you want to do to be the Chosen One?

Little did they know that Mu Ningxue, who was almost defiled by him, would awaken S-level ice and snow powers in the future, and even then she might not be the chosen one!

He's just a D-level person with awakened powers, he wants to eat shit!