This... Drama Queen!

After spending the whole night fleecing sheep—pah... after a whole night of training!

Wang Teng picked up the last attribute and left the Polar Star Martial Arts Academy, driving home along the coastal highway.

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

And there was a highway running along the coastline, with hardly any vehicles passing by at night.

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

Wang Teng had been the last to leave. The other martial arts hall students had long since gone home.

Music played in the car.

The surging music drove away the silence all around...

Tonight, I watched snow drift through the cold night

With a chilled heart, I wandered far away

Chasing through wind and rain, lost in the fog, unable to tell where shadows went

Sky vast, sea wide—you and I

Could we change? (Who had not changed?)

Screech...

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

Wang Teng barely stopped the car. His body lurched forward with the momentum, but he was a Martial Warrior after all, and his coordination was far beyond ordinary. He immediately forced himself to stop.

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

At the same time, a figure whose features could not be seen sat atop the tree trunk.

Wang Teng frowned.

This person clearly had come with ill intent.

He was plainly here for Wang Teng.

Just as he was about to get out of the car, 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 Warrior!!

Wang Teng's heart skipped a beat. Why would a Martial Warrior come looking for him? Who was this person? What did he want...

A heap of questions surged into his mind.

But judging from the brightness fed back by the Spirit Vision Eye and comparing it with his own, even if they fought, he had nothing to fear.

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

"Hand over the item!" the man said abruptly as he looked at Wang Teng.

"What item? I don't think I know you!" Wang Teng said doubtfully.

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

"What thing from Baoan Mountain? I don't know 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, naturally," Wang Teng said calmly.

As the other man approached, Wang Teng finally saw him clearly. He was a man in his thirties, ordinary in appearance, but his eyes resembled those of a lone wolf stalking alone. He did not look like a good man.

"Death is at your doorstep, and you still dare to talk tough." The man raised his phone. "Every member of our team has a tracking system installed on their phones. You did cover your tracks well—destroying the corpses and eliminating all evidence—but unfortunately, you were foolish enough to bring their phones back."

"Damn it, there was actually a tracking device on the phones. I was careless!" Wang Teng cursed himself inwardly.

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

"Let me tell you this: I'm a Martial Warrior. A mere Martial Apprentice like you, even with Rune Weapons, cannot possibly be my match."

"So don't bring ruin upon yourself," the man said blandly.

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

Yet his face wore a look of shock.

"A Martial Warrior? You're actually a Martial Warrior!"

"But if I give you the item, will you really let me go?"

The drama queen within Wang Teng possessed him. His face was full of unease, wavering and somewhat frightened, as though he found it difficult to make a choice.

"Of course. You should be grateful that I'm the only one who came to handle this matter."

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

"The others don't know?" Wang Teng raised his head.

"That's right, only I know. So you don't need to worry about anyone else coming to trouble you." The man's expression was very sincere, as if trying to make Wang Teng believe him.

"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.

A smile appeared on the man's face. "Don't worry, I keep my word. I'm a Martial Warrior—would I really deceive a little Martial Apprentice like you?"

"That item, I put it..."

Once Wang Teng came within three meters of the man, his gaze sharpened. He stomped hard, then suddenly burst forward.

The smile on the man's face abruptly turned savage!

"You little bastard, I knew you wouldn't behave. I was already on guard against you. How could such petty tricks possibly fool 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 heavy, solid sensation.

Wang Teng swung his longsword.

Micro-level Basic Sword Technique!

He did not use any Primal Force when he drew his sword.

Yet at the instant the longsword collided with the other man's fist, an explosive surge of scorching Primal Force erupted.

Boom!

The two collided with a thunderous roar.

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

The difference was immediately clear!

Slash!

Muscle was severed, bone was cut through, and blood sprayed high into the air.

The man's miserable scream rang out as well.

"Aah!"

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

The man who had just been brimming with confidence, as though everything lay within his grasp, was now pale as death. His face twisted with pain, filled with shock, fury, and disbelief.

"A Martial Warrior!"

"You're actually a Martial Warrior!!"

The man could not help crying out. No matter what, he had never imagined that this boy, who looked like nothing more than a high school student, was actually a genuine Martial Warrior.

Run!

He had to run!

Otherwise, he would die!!

With one arm gone, the man's strength had greatly diminished. Knowing he was no match for Wang Teng, he turned and fled despite the hatred filling his heart.

He had seen Wang Teng's face overflowing with Slaughter Intent.

And those indifferent eyes.

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

This... Drama queen!

"You think you can leave!"

After severing the man's arm in one strike, Wang Teng did not hesitate in the slightest. His Micro-level Movement Technique unfolded, his speed soared, and flames wound around his battle sword as he slashed at his opponent.

"Kid, don't go 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 abundant combat experience. Even heavily injured, he still held on bitterly.

"I can't drag this out too long!"

"End this quickly!"

Urgency filled Wang Teng's heart. In a daze, a flash of inspiration struck him. He released his battle sword and hurled it fiercely at the man.

Whoosh!

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

The man's pupils instantly shrank to needlepoints, every hair on his body standing erect. He twisted aside with all his strength to evade.

Slash!

The battle sword sliced open his chest, leaving behind a bloody mark, while scorch marks surrounded the wound.

But in the end, he had still dodged the strike.

"Huff, huff, huff!" The man gasped for breath, feeling as though he had survived a great catastrophe.

"Ha ha ha, you little bastard, you can't kill me. Today..."

He laughed loudly, but before he could finish speaking, a chilling gale from his right smashed toward him with savage force.

He turned his head.

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

"Ice Element Source Power!"

"No!!!"

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

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