"Bastard, you like hitting me, don't you? This time I'm going to hit you until you're begging for mercy!" Wang Zhan roared.

Hit on the head by Wang Zhan's stick, although his skin and fur weren't severely damaged, the man couldn't help but feel his head buzzing.

Damn, I've really messed up this time! And it's a huge mess! As a dignified Martial Artist, when had he ever been treated like this by an ordinary person?

At this moment, the man felt as if everything in this world had become slightly disordered.

Didn't everyone say Wang Zhan was a coward, scared to the point of peeing his pants, a character no better than rotten mud on a wall? So why did he seem like a completely different person when dealing with me? Not only did he explode in rage, but he also turned the tables, secretly scheming against me, making me fall for a ruthless trick unknowingly?

Although the man knew he wouldn't be seriously harmed, he still felt incredibly aggrieved. Damn it!

"Hehehe, still cursing? Come on, I'm giving you a chance, keep cursing! If your cursing isn't satisfying enough, I'll beat you until you're satisfied!" Wang Zhan roared again.

From his appearance, you could tell how elated he was, even gesticulating animatedly.

The man couldn't take it anymore.

"Kid, I'll kick your—"

"HIYAH!"

BANG.

Wang Zhan leaped and struck again; this time, it felt good.

Damn it! Just because a tiger doesn't show its claws, you take it for a house cat? You think you're so tough? Even if I can't beat you to death, I can sure as hell annoy you to death!

Wang Zhan cackled, his stick strikes potent, even carrying a playful rhythm, landing on the man's head one after another.

Of course, killing him is out of the question. I can only wait for this mission here to end, then assign this brat to the suicide squad, make him a team leader, and let him charge the enemy lines. Only then will I, Wang Zhan, feel vindicated.

"Damn! Kid, stop—"

"HIYAH! HIYAH! HIYAH!"

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

As Wang Zhan moved, he also mocked, leaving others baffled yet impressed.

"You want me to stop just because you say so? Who the hell do you think you are! You really think a measly Martial Artist like you can beat me? Damn it! The more I think about it, the angrier I get! I'll give you another whack! Don't play dead. Lie down and cover your face, let me 'take good care' of you!"

The man truly wanted to cover his face, speechless with frustration.

Damn it all! How dare you say that? Shouldn't I be the one getting angrier? From start to finish, you, Wang Zhan, have been the one taunting! I was just trying to play the role of a composed, gentlemanly villain! Why do I have to suffer like this?

As he pondered, his eyes closed, and tears of helpless frustration streamed down.

Wang Zhan paid him no mind, bringing the stick in his hand down on the kid's head with all his might.

THUMP.

It actually hit the ground and snapped in two!

Hearing the sound, the man finally opened his eyes. Seeing the short stick in Wang Zhan's hand, though his head was spinning badly, he still felt a surge of joy and triumph. He had completely forgotten how helpless he'd been just moments before.

"Haha, haha, aren't you hitting me? Keep going! Didn't you eat breakfast? Are you just tickling me? Continue, continue, I'm not satisfied yet!"

Wang Zhan turned abruptly, looking at him strangely.

What the—? That's bizarre. In all my life, this is the first time anyone's ever made such a request of me.

CRACK.

Wang Zhan dragged up another stick he had at hand, and the man's triumphant expression instantly froze.

Damn it all!! Why does every fight have to involve flipping the damn table? Wouldn't it be better if everyone could just sit down together, be courteous, and discuss themes of peace and love?

Wang Zhan cackled. "You're the one who asked for this, you know. Don't blame me when the time comes!"

After fighting for so long, no one had come out to stop them. It was clear these people truly believed a mere Martial Master was more than enough, and there was no need to watch the spectacle.

But just because the man was a Martial Master with tough skin didn't mean everything on him was equally resilient—for instance, his hair, or his clothes...

The man immediately called for a stop. "Brother, brother, let's talk this out, let's talk it out! We're all out here to make money, why resort to fighting and killing? Wouldn't it be better if we all got along and made money harmoniously?"

Of course, this was just the man's delaying tactic. He was constantly trying to dispel the dizziness in his mind and regain his clarity. When he did, he would definitely give Wang Zhan a piece of his mind. He wasn't magnanimous enough to simply forget the person who had tormented him so miserably.

Unfortunately, how could Wang Zhan not see through his intentions?

One should know that strength isn't everything in this world. If it were purely about strength, beasts are far more powerful than the Human Race. So why haven't they conquered Earth yet? Isn't it because of the power of wisdom!

The strong remain strong, and the weak remain weak.

Don't think Wang Zhan had reached his current state solely because of the System. In reality, ever since he embarked on the Martial Arts Path, even if he had to grind away bit by bit, his temperament destined him to stand taller than others. All he lacked was a small starting point!

So, Wang Zhan continued, "'Harmony'? Are those words you should be saying? Heh. You must be trying to restore your Essence Energy, right? Don't waste your effort. Hehehe. Let me see... where should I hit this time..."

A glint flashed in Wang Zhan's eyes as he scanned the man from head to toe, sending a chill down the man's spine and raising goosebumps on his skin.

Who the hell said this kid was simple? Damn it, when I get back, I'll make him drink my bathwater for a month! Besides, Wang Zhan couldn't possibly have a fetish for young boys, could he? Why is his gaze so unsettling?

Little did the man know, while he was inwardly raging, Wang Zhan had already found a suitable spot.

He cackled. "How about here?"

Following Wang Zhan's gaze, the man's entire body trembled violently. Even though he was dizzy and had no strength to fight back, he had to move now. This disgusting fellow, Wang Zhan, had actually chosen the most vulnerable part of his body!

Although a Martial Artist could strengthen their muscles, bones, and skin, both internally and externally, it didn't mean they were truly invulnerable. Otherwise, why would Wang Zhan be able to mess with him as if he were an ordinary person? The moment he tried to use his Essence Energy, the intense dizziness in his mind would immediately cause him to pass out.

Of course, truly facing such a perilous situation, the man could no longer hold back. He quickly prostrated himself and began begging for mercy. "Kid, kid, I know I was wrong! Spare me this once, spare me! Everything is negotiable!"

And Wang Zhan's only response was—

"Spare you my ass! You hit me so hard just now! Do you have any damn idea who I am?" Of course, Wang Zhan wasn't referring to his own identity but was just spinning a tale. "Even a Grandmaster is deferential in my presence, and you dare hit me? I'll let you hit me, I'll let you hit! Damn, damn, damn, damn..."

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

With every swing of the stick, a mournful whimper could be heard from below. At this moment, the man had naturally become that whimpering puppy under Wang Zhan's violent counterattack.

But as Wang Zhan grew increasingly enraged and gradually revealed more information, the man, despite the intense pain and feeling defiled, gritted his teeth and desperately memorized Wang Zhan's words, hoping to find a way out of this deadly situation.

He even thought inwardly, No wonder this kid is so arrogant... Perhaps he's never witnessed such a scene before, so he got terrified all at once! And with such an identity and experiences, the entity backing him must be extraordinary...

Heh. If Wang Zhan knew his thoughts, he would personally tell him to get lost! The Federation stood behind him!

But well, the man, unaware of the full story, now believed he was closing in on the truth, thanks to Wang Zhan's intentional and unintentional design. He thought he could finally report back to Tian Qi successfully.

As for what Tian Qi might imagine after receiving the news, that was no concern of Wang Zhan, who had orchestrated this scene. He only needed to maintain his mystique and the vaguely perceptible power behind him; that was enough!

「On the other side.」

Tian Qi, who had just returned to the Base, was initially in high spirits. Especially when he imagined Snakehead, under his deliberate misdirection, confronting that madman who dismembered people and even turned them into an art piece. He felt delighted, thoroughly pleased!

No matter that madman's strength or background, as long as Snakehead is keeping an eye on him, what does it have to do with me, Tian Qi? It would be best if they all died!

However…

"How's the situation with Old Four?" he suddenly asked. Old Four was, of course, the shifty-eyed man he had specifically arranged to go and intimidate Wang Zhan.

Little did he know, his subordinate looked baffled. "Ah, no idea. Fourth Brother went in quite a while ago and still hasn't come out!"

"Huh?" Tian Qi was taken aback, his expression shifting slightly. That's not right. Old Four shouldn't be this inefficient. Oh no, something's happened!

Thinking this, though he continued to walk through the Base as if nothing was wrong, appearing nonchalant, his pace quickened as he rapidly approached the cage where Wang Zhan and Old Four were.

One should know that Tian Qi had expended considerable effort to construct that cage using rare materials that isolated mental power. In other words, its very purpose was to counter Martial Artists. Even Tian Qi couldn't do anything about it from the outside; he had to go in.

Of course, to Wang Zhan, this supposedly vision-proof wall was merely a sheet of paper, perhaps a bit thicker, so much so that Wang Zhan could poke through it with a light touch. Thus, he had immediately noticed Tian Qi's return.

But the blame lay with Tian Qi for instructing Old Four not to leave any evidence, lest Wang Zhan retaliate if his secrets were discovered, so the surveillance equipment had been removed, right?

If that was the case, then Wang Zhan couldn't be blamed!

Hey, wait, this might not work, Wang Zhan mused. Acting weak would be too conspicuous. Besides, I don't know the relationship between these two; it'd be easy to reveal flaws. Why not turn their own trick against them and put on a good show for Tian Qi right to his face? Hehehe.

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