Why Don't You Go Up Yourself?

Golden light flashed, and a silver bracelet appeared on Ye Fan's wrist.

Jiang Yang looked over.

Name: Freedom Bracelet.

Type: Item.

Level: C.

Skill: Wind of Freedom. Wearing the bracelet could summon the Wind of Freedom, allowing the wearer to ignore control effects for a short time.

Damn it, even something this good could fall into Ye Fan's hands?

Jiang Yang could not help but complain. The Son of the Plane really was different.

He glanced toward Money-Scattering Boy. Countless people were still attacking the monster with firearms. The bracelet had been thrown out when Money-Scattering Boy was attacked.

Holy shit.

Was this the plane's way of taking care of its son?

Why hadn't that bracelet landed on him instead?

Jiang Yang secretly gritted his teeth, beginning to take Ye Fan seriously. The identity of Son of the Plane was no joke.

If not for that bracelet just now, Ye Fan would probably have been crippled by now.

This kind of inexplicable luck was the most terrifying.

"System, will the plane attack me directly?"

Jiang Yang felt a lingering fear. The bracelet landing in Ye Fan's hands had definitely not been a coincidence. It had to be the protagonist's luck at work.

With heaven and earth working together, how was he supposed to fight that?

If the Will of the Plane became even more protective of its child, would it just erase him outright?

The Will of the Plane had no independent consciousness, but it could passively increase the likelihood of the Son of the Plane triggering low-probability lucky events.

The hell kind of low probability was this?

Jiang Yang sent Ye Fan flying with a slash. The bracelet merely made him immune to control effects. His attributes were all higher than Ye Fan's—was he really unable to handle him?

Ye Fan's head buzzed after being sent flying. Although he had obtained the bracelet, he still could not defeat Jiang Yang.

"Damn it, what exactly are the rules of the Butterfly Effect?"

"How could a useless Rich Second Generation like him possibly be stronger than me?!"

Blood seeped from the corner of Ye Fan's mouth. Compared with the damage to his body, the emotional trauma Jiang Yang had inflicted was far more terrifying.

"You're the useless one!"

Jiang Yang cursed, then sneered. "Do you know? Tang Ya's body is really soft."

The moment those words came out, Ye Fan lost control again. He lunged at Jiang Yang like a madman, only to be sent flying more than ten meters and smash through a small stall.

Before Ye Fan could get up, Jiang Yang was already standing before him again. "Not just Tang Ya—Ye Qingwei's skin is like mutton-fat jade..."

He kicked out, and the immense force sent Ye Fan crashing through a wall.

"Tang Ya... Qingwei..."

Ye Fan's head was buzzing from the beating, his eyes bloodshot.

Whenever Tang Ya and Ye Qingwei were mentioned, he could not suppress his rage. But his seven years of killing experience in the Apocalypse forced him to calm down.

Because he simply could not beat Jiang Yang!

"Brother Ye Fan..."

Qiu Chan held Ye Qingwei down. She still did not understand why Ye Fan and Jiang Yang had started fighting.

The two of them clearly had no conflict. Not far away, Tang Ya's face was pale as well. Jiang Yang and Ye Fan's battle was far too intense.

Unlike Ye Qingwei, Tang Ya knew what Jiang Yang had done. She simply did not understand how Ye Fan knew about all of it.

By now, Tang Ya understood that Ye Fan would never forgive her. Her only hope of surviving was to follow Jiang Yang down this dark path to the end.

Thinking of this, Tang Ya tilted her head and glanced at Ye Qingwei, a trace of envy surfacing in her eyes. She understood why Jiang Yang had made her spend Ye Fan's money back then.

If nothing unexpected happened, it had been to create an opportunity for himself. Jiang Yang's target was Ye Qingwei!

Even though she understood that she had been used, Tang Ya suppressed the resentment in her heart. She was a smart woman.

Otherwise, she would not have dated Ye Fan for so long without even kissing him.

Waiting for the right price was not her fault; it was simply her plan for her future.

Ye Fan's killing intent toward her instantly dispelled much of Tang Ya's guilt toward him.

After all, Tang Ya was not a reborn person. In her eyes, they were not even legally married. She dumped him, yet he wanted to chop her up.

Before the Apocalypse, that was far too extreme.

It was not as if a married couple had cheated.

On the other side, Qiu Chan stared at Jiang Yang and Ye Fan's battle with burning eyes, feeling slightly excited.

In her eyes, every one of Ye Fan's moves was exquisitely crafted, each strike perfectly timed.

If this were National Martial Arts, then Ye Fan could be considered accomplished in the field. Whether it was his combat instincts or his reactions, neither was inferior to her own.

Unfortunately, he was nowhere near enough when facing Jiang Yang.

At that moment, in Qiu Chan's eyes, Jiang Yang was like a tyrannosaur. No matter how flashy Ye Fan's moves were or how perfectly he controlled them—

They were utterly useless before Jiang Yang.

This was what it meant to break all techniques with sheer strength.

It was also the realm Qiu Chan pursued.

Whether it was National Martial Arts or any other combat technique, they all existed to defeat one's opponent.

Before the Apocalypse arrived, some people had specialized in flashy, performative martial arts. Qiu Chan would not even spare such things a glance. Once martial arts lost their combat effectiveness, they had no value at all.

Compared to flashy techniques, defeating one's opponent was more important.

Jiang Yang's fighting style was neither elegant nor pleasing to the eye. Even some of his blade techniques were incorrect, wasting strength for no reason.

But so what?

With sheer strength, one could break all techniques. Let your tricks emerge one after another—I would simply strike and shatter them all!

Although Jiang Yang had Ye Fan pinned down, he was inwardly astonished as well.

After all, Ye Fan had seven years of combat experience from the Apocalypse. Even if he could not beat Jiang Yang, he was as slippery as a loach, impossible to catch, as though coated in lubricant.

Delays invited complications. Jiang Yang was growing anxious too, eager to beat Ye Fan half-crippled.

But how could the plane's protection amount to only this?

The gunfire in the distance suddenly became chaotic. Jiang Yang diverted a bit of attention to look over.

The progress bar above Money-Scattering Boy's head had filled up, and he had entered a berserk state. The bag holding Treasure was used as a weapon; with a casual swing, it killed four or five people.

Inside the Police Station, Chen Ke looked grim as he gripped a weapon emitting a faint golden glow.

It was a glove, though he had yet to figure out how to use it.

"Damn it, why did that monster go berserk?"

Chen Ke watched the people he had sent out. After only a few exchanges, they were nearly wiped out.

Mo Li hid in a corner of the Police Station, where she had a clear view of the battle. Seeing those who had died while besieging the monster, a trace of pity appeared in her eyes.

Then she looked toward Jiang Yang, her expression complicated.

"Who else is willing to go out?"

Chen Ke looked behind him. Of more than forty people, only around a dozen remained, and all of them were cowering.

They were Chen Ke's employees, not his slaves. The ones from before had thought they would be safe with guns, but they had not expected the monster to suddenly erupt and begin slaughtering people.

When no one stepped forward, Chen Ke's expression changed. He knew that his standing in these people's hearts had begun to waver.

"Anyone willing to go out will be handsomely rewarded once my people arrive!"

Chen Ke made the promise solemnly. He did not know what was happening on his family's side, but that did not stop him from making empty promises.

But these employees seemed to have grown tired of his empty promises.

"Boss Chen, why don't you go yourself?"