This... Drama Queen!

After a whole night of fleecing—ptooey... after a whole night of training!

After picking up the last attribute, Wang Teng left the Polar Star Martial Arts Academy and drove home along the coastal highway.

The Polar Star Martial Arts Academy had been built by the sea.

A road ran along the coastline, and there were basically no vehicles passing by at night.

Under the pitch-black night sky, it seemed especially secluded.

Wang Teng had left last again. The other academy students had long since gone home.

Music played in the car.

The rousing melody dispelled the silence all around...

Today, I watched snow drift through the cold night

With a chilled heart, I wandered far away

Chasing through wind and rain, lost in the mist, unable to discern a shadow

The sky was vast, the sea was wide—you and I

Could we change? (Who hasn't changed?)

Screech...

A piercing brake squeal suddenly rang out, shattering the rhythm of the music.

Wang Teng barely managed to stop the car. His body lurched forward from inertia, but as a martial artist, his coordination was far beyond ordinary. He immediately forced himself to halt.

The high beams illuminated the road ahead, where a large tree lay across the road.

At the same time, a figure whose features could not be made out sat on the tree trunk.

Wang Teng frowned.

This person clearly had hostile intentions.

He had obviously come specifically for Wang Teng.

Just as he was about to get out, he suddenly remembered something and activated the Spirit Vision Eye.

A ball of light, like a fifty-watt incandescent bulb, appeared in his field of vision...

Primal Force!

A martial artist!!

Wang Teng's heart skipped a beat. Why had a martial artist come looking for him? Who was this person? What did he want...

A flood of questions surged through his mind.

However, judging by the brightness reflected through the Spirit Vision Eye and comparing it to himself, he had nothing to fear even if they fought.

Wang Teng took out his battle sword, put on his gauntlets, and slowly got out of the car.

"Hand over the thing!" the man suddenly said as he looked at Wang Teng.

"What thing? I don't think I know you," Wang Teng said in confusion.

"It doesn't matter whether you know me or not. But hand over what you got from Baoan Mountain, and I can spare your life," the man said coldly.

"What thing from Baoan Mountain? I have no idea what you're talking about." Wang Teng's heart sank.

How did this person know he had taken it?

The man sneered, rose to his feet, and walked toward Wang Teng. "You don't know? Then where did the sword and gauntlets in your hands come from?"

"I bought them, of course," Wang Teng replied calmly.

As the other man drew closer, Wang Teng finally saw him clearly. He was a man in his thirties with unremarkable features, but his eyes resembled those of a lone wolf—clearly not the eyes of a good man.

"You're about to die, yet you still dare to keep lying." The man raised his phone. "Every member of our team had a tracking system installed on their phones. You covered your tracks very well—destroying the corpses and eliminating all evidence—but unfortunately, you were foolish enough to bring their phones back with you."

"Damn it, there were tracking devices on the phones. I was careless!" Wang Teng cursed himself inwardly.

"Well? Nothing to say now, right? Tell me where the thing is, and I'll decide to spare your life."

"I might as well tell you: I'm a martial artist. A mere Martial Apprentice like you could be holding rune weapons, and you still wouldn't stand a chance against me."

"So don't bring this upon yourself," the man said flatly.

Wang Teng secretly rejoiced. "Luckily, I've kept those two phones with me the whole time. He only just found me, so he probably doesn't know where I live yet."

Yet his face was full of shock.

"A martial artist? You're actually a martial artist!"

"But if I hand the thing over, will you really let me go?"

Wang Teng's inner Drama Queen took over. His face was filled with unease, hesitation, and a hint of fear, as though he could not make up his mind.

"Of course. You should be grateful that I was the only one who came to deal with this matter."

"If my other teammates found out, heh heh, they wouldn't be as easy to talk to as I am," the man said.

"Other people don't know?" Wang Teng looked up.

"That's right, I'm the only one who knows, so you don't have to worry about anyone else coming to cause you trouble." The man seemed intent on making Wang Teng believe him, his expression utterly sincere.

"Fine, then I'll tell you. You have to promise to spare my life."

Wang Teng gritted his teeth, then finally nodded heavily.

He walked toward the man.

The man smiled. "Don't worry, I keep my word. I'm a martial warrior—surely I wouldn't deceive a puny Martial Apprentice like you?"

"That thing, I left it..."

Once Wang Teng came within three meters of the man, his gaze sharpened. He stomped down hard and suddenly sprang into action.

The man's smile abruptly turned savage!

"You little bastard, I knew you wouldn't behave. I've been on guard against you all along. Did you really think you could hide such a petty scheme from me?"

"A mere Martial Apprentice!"

"Today, I'll show you the gap between a martial warrior and a Martial Apprentice!"

The man threw a punch at Wang Teng. A layer of yellow Primal Force covered his fist, carrying a solid, heavy presence.

Wang Teng swung his longsword.

Micro-level Basic Sword Technique!

He did not use any Primal Force when he struck.

Yet the instant his longsword collided with the other man's fist, a scorching, explosive force of Primal Force erupted.

Boom!

The two collided with a thunderous blast.

Wang Teng had gone all out, while the other man had regarded him as a Martial Apprentice and struck casually.

The difference was instantly clear!

Slash!

Muscle was severed, bone was cleaved through, and blood spurted high into the air.

The man's miserable scream followed.

"Ah!"

One of the man's arms had been cut off by Wang Teng.

The man who had just been brimming with confidence, as though everything were under his control, was now pale as a sheet. His face twisted in pain, filled with shock, fury, and disbelief.

"A martial warrior!"

"You're actually a martial warrior!!"

The man cried out involuntarily. No matter how he thought about it, he could not imagine that this kid who looked like nothing more than a high school student was a genuine martial warrior.

Run!

He had to run!

Otherwise, he would die!!

With one arm severed, the man's strength had plummeted. Knowing he was no match for Wang Teng, he turned and fled despite the resentment filling his heart.

He had seen Wang Teng's face, full of Slaughter Intent.

And those cold, indifferent eyes.

There was no trace left of the unease or fear from before. It had all been fake. All an act.

This... Drama Queen!

"Trying to run!"

After cutting off the man's arm, Wang Teng did not hesitate in the slightest. He unleashed his Micro-level Movement Technique, his speed soaring as flames coiled around his battle sword and he slashed at his opponent.

"Kid, don't push it too far!" the man cried out in terror, dodging again and again.

Wang Teng remained unmoved. His movement technique followed like a shadow, pressing forward step by step.

But his opponent was clearly a seasoned martial warrior with extensive real combat experience. Even badly wounded, he still held on with difficulty.

I can't drag this out too long!

End this quickly!

Urgency welled up in Wang Teng's heart. Then, as if struck by inspiration, he let go of his battle sword and hurled it fiercely at the man.

Whoosh!

Carrying the might of fire, the battle sword shot forward like a crossbow bolt released from its string.

The man's pupils instantly shrank to pinpoints. Every hair on his body stood on end as he twisted aside with all his strength.

Slash!

The battle sword sliced across his chest, leaving a bloody gash amid the charred marks all around him.

But he had ultimately managed to evade that strike.

"Pant, pant, pant!" The man gasped heavily, feeling as though he had survived a disaster.

"Hahaha, you little brat, you can't kill me. Today—"

He burst into laughter, but before he could finish, a frigid gale slammed viciously into him from his right.

He turned his head.

A fist like a lump of ice rapidly expanded before his eyes!

"Ice Element Source Power!"

"No!!!"

My head hurts a little. I've already done my best!

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