That guy's strength just now had probably been on the more seasoned side of A+ Level. First of all, his combat awareness—whether it was speed, reactions, or attack power—had all been formidable, on top of rare superpowers.
An ordinary person would have been dead before the fight had even begun.
But what was A+? It was still A. It would never reach S-rank.
Yang Bo himself had nearly twenty Grandmaster-level skills. Some were life skills, but the accumulated boosts to neural reaction speed, attack power, and the like made for terrifying numbers.
Even if an S-rank showed up, Yang Bo was confident he could fight one. Wasn't S-rank merely the legendary energy form? Energy could be depleted. Besides, he had techniques such as Space Rupture and Space Teleportation.
Yang Bo felt that even if he faced a capital warship, he could take it down.
When Yang Bo had called someone an idiot just now, he had naturally been speaking for those watching from behind to hear.
With Grandmaster-level sonic abilities, the distance he could hear across was already extremely great.
Yang Bo felt that his guess had been right. Since he was coming to Fifth Base, certain people here had definitely made preparations.
As long as those people were given a chance to act, they would definitely strike.
"Bart, you're breaking the rules!" A voice came from afar, stern and imposing.
Yang Bo showed no respect at all and cursed loudly. "I follow your fucking rules? Your base is nothing more than a place meant to serve us! Who the fuck do you think you are?"
"You fucking squeak around like sewer rats. If you've got the guts, come out here. If you don't give me an explanation today, I'll tear this shithole apart."
"Bart, you have violated the base's