His Special Talent Was Getting Beaten into the Ground by Fate

Special talent—being really good at fighting?

The Wa people were stunned at first, then burst into laughter.

A Glass Person claiming he was good at fighting in front of such a large group of powerful Radiation Users was simply laughable.

Even if they only discussed people of the same level, Gaoxin didn't look strong. He was even somewhat scholarly and refined.

"Hahahaha! What did you say? Say that again." Sasaki laughed loudly, wondering if he had heard wrong.

Gaoxin stared into his eyes and said seriously, "I'm really good at fighting."

Sasaki didn't shout "Baka," because he found this rather amusing.

Instead, he asked, "Oh? How good are you?"

Gaoxin said solemnly, "I can defeat the so-called Superior Glass Person you mentioned."

Everyone immediately understood what he meant. If he could defeat a Superior Glass Person, then he was naturally a Superior Glass Person himself!

This had nothing to do with how strong he was or how many times his body weight he could lift.

Once this "special talent" was established, he would inevitably rise straight to Superior.

But as a person, the two things were different. If he couldn't lift something, then he couldn't lift it. No matter how hard he pushed himself, he wouldn't exceed his limits.

But in a one-on-one fight, many factors affected the outcome. It wasn't impossible for someone to kill a person stronger than himself.

That was an opportunity, however slim.

But Gaoxin had no other choice. He could only fight. At least this way, the enhancement to his brain region could be put to use.

Mind Shift No. 1—inject directly.

The injection he had bought for thirty points was pressed into his body as Gaoxin clenched his fist and silently plunged the needle in.

Once they really started fighting, logical analysis was useless. He had no combat experience and couldn't analyze much. What he needed now was instinct—his subconscious.

"Hehe, what have you studied? Karate? No, your palms clearly haven't been trained. Could it be jujutsu?"

Sasaki teased him, and the other Wa people laughed as well.

They all had a discerning eye and could tell that Gaoxin had probably never practiced any kind of combat technique.

Gaoxin honestly said, "I really haven't studied any."

Sasaki asked again, "Then what professional training have you received?"

Gaoxin still shook his head. His physique wasn't particularly good, either. He had never received professional training and hadn't even maintained a long-term fitness habit.

He could be said to be the most ordinary and mediocre kind of person.

Sasaki sneered. "Then what the hell are you talking about? Go get weighed."

Gaoxin didn't move. He said firmly, "Let me fight once. I'll definitely win!"

"Baka!"

Sasaki grew angry and slapped him.

Blood seeped from the corner of Gaoxin's mouth. Half his face went numb, and his head buzzed.

Luo Yan watched him worriedly from behind. He knew Gaoxin was gambling with his life, but this was a bet he couldn't win.

He didn't know anything. How could he defeat a Superior Glass Person?

And even so, Sasaki couldn't be bothered to give him a chance. He probably didn't want to waste time.

The others whispered among themselves, thinking he was about to give up.

Unexpectedly, Gaoxin remained standing. Raising his bloodied mouth, he said seriously, "Just let me hit you once! Why did you hit me? Are you a Superior Glass Person?"

Sasaki froze. What the hell did that question mean? Did he still want to fight him?

"Baka!"

Sasaki slapped him again.

Gaoxin's teeth were loosened, and he was already feeling dizzy.

It seemed that the drug's effects had also kicked in. His entire body became hazy, and a very strange feeling suddenly rose within him.

His consciousness seemed to be pulling away from himself. Then vast amounts of noise and external information directly battered him without undergoing any logical processing.

This feeling was completely different from what Gaoxin had imagined.

His logical ability wasn't merely declining. Rather... he seemed to be losing the ability to think.

The world wasn't actually as people saw and remembered it. What the human eye saw had already been analyzed and processed by the brain. Remembering things also required first establishing logical connections between them; otherwise, they would be difficult to remember.

But now, his logical ability was being stripped away layer by layer!

Like an onion being peeled bit by bit, causing the entire world before his eyes to shed layer after layer of disguise and strike directly at his heart in its most intuitive form.

"This drug... its side effects are way too strong..."

Perhaps because his mind was becoming unclear, he grew increasingly stubborn and had entered a state of refusing to back down no matter what.

Instead, as if without thinking, he pushed Sasaki's hand away and growled, "Let me hit you once! Or are you saying that if I endure enough hits, you'll count that as my victory?"

Sasaki was completely baffled. What did he mean? Was he treating this as a test? Measuring combat power with slaps?

If he had struck seriously, that slap would have been enough to kill Gaoxin. Even a half-serious blow would have been enough to knock an ordinary person's teeth across the floor.

He was only lightly slapping Gaoxin because these people had already officially been accepted as slaves.

Even that was enough to intimidate the newcomers and leave them shaken.

He hadn't expected Gaoxin to dare act tough.

That mouth of his was truly hard!

Sasaki immediately raised his hand and prepared to slap him again. This blow could kill Gaoxin.

However, Lord Fúshé interrupted, "Enough."

Sasaki instantly stopped. His palm halted beside Gaoxin's face, while the force of the wind sent Gaoxin's hair whipping about and left his skin stinging.

Fúshé looked at him. "You're Gaoxin, right? Very good. You've got plenty of spirit."

"I'm very interested in your special talent. I'll give you one chance: defeat a Superior Glass Person here and now."

"Whatever. I'll definitely win." Gaoxin's tone was firm.

That had been his goal from the beginning. He just hadn't expected his overly ordinary appearance to cause so many complications.

He had taken two hard hits and was already injured before the fight had even begun.

"You two, come here." Sasaki waved immediately, calling over the two people who had already completed their tests and been rated Superior.

One was an ethnic Russian named Luo Ban. Two meters tall, he had an extremely muscular build and was a genuine murderer.

The other was Sule. He was 1.79 meters tall, with lean muscles full of explosive power, and worked as a forest ranger.

Though Sule had a well-proportioned body without overly bulky muscles, he had paradoxically been the first Superior Glass Person to meet the strength requirement.

Judging by weight, Sule was more suitable for testing Gaoxin. After all, they were in the same weight class.

Luo Yan looked at Sule and suddenly rejoiced inwardly. "Xin! Could this have been your plan all along?"

Sule knew Gaoxin. When they had divided into groups by the coast, Sule had been the first person assigned to Gaoxin's side and the first to call him Brother Xin Ku. The two of them had even gone through life-and-death situations together afterward.

Without a doubt, if Sule, a Superior Glass Person, were used to test Gaoxin, he could hold back.

In other words... they could put on a show!

Gaoxin had already drawn his bow with no way to turn back. He had to win, and after making this decision, he could only fight with his life on the line.

Sule could fight Gaoxin without defeating him, remain locked in a fierce battle until Gaoxin was nearly exhausted, then pretend to lose by a narrow margin.

That way, Gaoxin would become a Superior Glass Person and be able to enter the Redemption Squad to choose a team. Once they were both in the Redemption Squad, unfamiliar with the place and the people, they could continue looking after each other.

"You, come over here..." Sasaki pointed at Sule, clearly unaware of their relationship.

Sule nodded and stepped forward, facing Gaoxin. His face was expressionless, but his heart was bursting with joy.

However, at that moment, Fúshé suddenly smiled. "Wait!"

"You two don't know each other, do you? It wouldn't look good if he held back."

Luo Yan and Sule were both horrified. "What? Did he figure it out?"

Sule hurriedly looked toward the tall ethnic Russian. Could they be having him fight Luo Ban?

That would be the end of it. Luo Ban and Gaoxin weren't familiar at all.

Moreover, that man had killed people outside. He was a genuine criminal and murderer, and probably wouldn't show any mercy.

"Let's just not use a newcomer..." Fúshé said with a sinister smile.

Sule's brows knitted tightly. He had truly been dreaming.

That was right. If Fúshé was worried about someone holding back, he could simply not use a newcomer and directly use a Superior Glass Person from his own team.

This was bad. Gaoxin could only fight head-on now, with no chance of using any tricks.

He looked at Gaoxin anxiously.

But Gaoxin said hazily, "Then should I fight Baka Brother?"

Sasaki stared blankly when Gaoxin pointed at him. Baka Brother? Who was that? Me?

Was that supposed to show respect, or was he calling him a baka?

Pfft! The Black Hand Gang members nearby immediately burst out laughing. The colleagues present weren't afraid of him; instead, they mocked him over the nickname.

Sasaki's face darkened, and killing intent filled his eyes. He instinctively wanted to shout "Baka," but stopped himself at the last moment. If he said "Baka" now, wouldn't that only make him even more of a laughingstock?

Fúshé laughed as well. "Sasaki is a member of the Yakuza Black Hand. He's at Sub-Wolf Level."

"His normal strength is fifteen times his body weight. He can lift a three-ton car."

"Even though he's weakened now because of Organ Overclocking, he could still beat you into mush."

Everyone was shocked. They finally had a clear idea of Sasaki's combat power. He could lift a three-ton car? No wonder he was so powerful. Forget people—even a hammer from him might smash a car apart.

And that was only his normal strength. His true combat power was even harder to estimate.

"A Glass Person should fight another Glass Person. Someone go and bring Daishan Beida here."

At Fúshé's order, someone immediately went to do so.

Before long, a tall and imposing middle-aged man in a white martial arts uniform arrived.

"Lord Fúshé!" He knelt on both knees.

Fúshé asked, "Daishan, you haven't regressed, have you?"

Daishan Beida flushed with embarrassment and hurriedly said, "This lowly one has trained in karate day and night and hasn't dared slack off for even a single day."

Fúshé had someone bring over a cow. "Let me see how much you've improved."

Daishan Beida knew that this was his chance to show off in front of the newcomers. He immediately walked up to the buffalo, shouted, grabbed its leg, bent down, and hoisted it onto his shoulder!

The buffalo panicked and thrashed wildly, bellowing.

But Daishan Beida held his horse stance. His body swayed, yet he never put it down. Instead, he exerted himself and lifted the buffalo over his head!

The newcomers were all horrified. What the hell, was this a Glass Person?

Though the buffalo looked somewhat thin and probably weighed less than four hundred kilograms, it wasn't far off.

More importantly, buffaloes were extremely strong. Their struggling made it even more troublesome.

Compared with the earlier lifting test, where they had slowly pushed against a machine, this was far more difficult.

Bang!

Daishan Beida didn't hold it up for long before throwing the buffalo away.

The buffalo crashed to the ground, then scrambled back up and ran around in panic.

"Kill it." Fúshé spoke indifferently.

Daishan Beida understood immediately. He strode forward, grabbed one of the buffalo's horns with one hand, and turned the other into a blade, chopping it fiercely against the buffalo's head.

A muffled thud rang out. The buffalo collapsed dead without even getting a chance to cry out.

Daishan Beida didn't stop. He struck again. With a crack, he chopped the horn off!

Holding the broken horn, he came before Fúshé and knelt, presenting it with both hands. "My lord, the buffalo has been killed."

The newcomers were all numb with shock. Even Sule and Luo Ban stared wide-eyed... this was a genuine Superior Glass Person.

Fúshé toyed with the horn and asked, "What's your current weight?"

"One hundred and fifty kilograms," Daishan Beida replied.

Fúshé looked at Gaoxin with amusement. "What do you think? He's a Superior Glass Person from our Enforcer group. How about fighting him one-on-one?"

Luo Yan froze. A Glass Person had actually joined the Enforcer group? Was it because he was strong? No, it was probably because he was Wa, and they would eventually train him into a Radiation User.

Was Gaoxin really going to fight this man?

Gaoxin weighed seventy kilograms, while his opponent weighed more than twice as much! Moreover, he was a genuine combat expert. Judging by his stance, he was even a karate master.

Luo Yan was speechless. How could they possibly fight? How could Gaoxin agree?

Yet Gaoxin still answered without hesitation, "Okay."

He seemed not to think at all.

"Huh?" Luo Yan's eyes widened. Had Gaoxin gone insane? He could still struggle against Superior Glass People like Sule and Luo Ban, but how was he supposed to fight this man? Was he trying to get himself killed?

The Prey Group might also mean death, but there could at least be a turning point. Daishan Beida, however, was far too strong. In a direct battle with real weapons—no, bare fists—there was basically no chance.

At this moment, even Fúshé and the others were shocked. Looking at Gaoxin's serious expression, they couldn't help wondering: Could this man really have some ability? Was he not merely talking tough?

No. Everyone could see that Gaoxin's face was swollen. That was from Sasaki's earlier slaps.

The swelling was now obvious, red enough to seep blood. His injuries were severe, and it was clear he had nothing special about him.

It truly fit the saying: putting on a brave front after getting beaten black and blue.

"This is bad. Gaoxin's backed himself into a corner. He only knows how to stubbornly hold out to the bitter end."

Luo Yan noticed Gaoxin's gaze. Aside from determination, there was also a numbness in his eyes. Combined with his swollen face, he seemed even more dazed.

He realized that Gaoxin had no other choice and was stubbornly pushing forward without thinking.

He might even have lost his reason!

"Are you confident?" Fúshé asked suspiciously.

Gaoxin answered decisively, "Come on. I'll win."

With that, he took the initiative and walked up to Daishan Beida.

Then he widened his eyes angrily and charged like a madman, throwing a full-force punch.

At that moment, everyone believed him.

He really was good at fighting.

"Come on, Brother Xin Ku!" Sule couldn't help shouting.

The newcomers all widened their eyes, unsure what they were expecting.

Daishan Beida had no idea where his opponent's confidence came from. For a moment, even he became uneasy. I won't lose, will I?

He prepared himself solemnly, focused his mind, and dodged the punch.

Then he shoved hard, striking Gaoxin squarely in the chest.

"Bang!"

Gaoxin was sent flying backward. He flipped one and a half times in midair, rolled three meters, and collapsed on the ground.

With a spit, there came both the sound of Gaoxin coughing up blood and the laughter of many people who could no longer hold it in.

His act had fallen apart. His boast had finally been exposed.

What the hell was that? Wasn't this exactly what they had concluded before? He was just an ordinary person.

He had even claimed he would definitely win. Win with what?

The newcomers sighed. So he really had only been putting on a tough front.

This was reality. Reality had slapped him into the dirt and taken him out in an instant.

"Hahaha!" Sasaki roared with laughter, and the whole scene erupted into merriment.

Fúshé also wore a delighted smile. This was exactly the amusement he had wanted to see—a Glass Person, nothing more.

"Didn't you say you would definitely win? I haven't had my fill yet."

Listening to everyone's jeers, Gaoxin staggered to his feet in a daze. "That's right... I will win..."

"It isn't over yet. I'm very good at fighting..."

He coughed up blood. That blow had just broken his ribs.

Even the slightest movement hurt like hell.

His face twisted in agony. It was a physiological reaction, impossible to suppress.

Watching him, the newcomers thought, Why not just stay down? Why is he still stubbornly keeping up the act?

Wouldn't it be better to be a good servant, quietly scrape together the identity of a Mediocre Glass Person, work hard, and live for a long time?

Why insist on taking a vicious beating? Didn't it hurt?

Of course it hurt Gaoxin, but he still stood up.

Fúshé, for his part, didn't care. "Good. Keep going."

Without the slightest hesitation, Gaoxin charged at Daishan Beida and once again threw a punch with all his strength.

"Bang!"

This time, Daishan Beida didn't even bother dodging. He sent Gaoxin flying again with a single palm strike.

Afterward, he glanced back at Fúshé and saw the delighted amusement on his face. So he turned back and resumed his stance.

Daishan Beida had a clear understanding of his own role. Next time, he would go a little easier and avoid killing this ordinary person too quickly.

He knew that this was nothing more than a staged match. In Fúshé's eyes, he and that ordinary person were actually no different. They were both Glass People, both toys.

If he failed to entertain Fúshé and killed his opponent too quickly, that would be his fault.

"Bang!"

Gaoxin was sent flying again and again, but each time, he continued fighting.

He showed no intention of loosening his stance or admitting defeat.

Luo Yan saw that Gaoxin had already gone numb. He was so dazed that he no longer cared about anything, fearing neither death nor its consequences.

That kind of fearlessness could only be called giving up completely!

He was gambling with his own life, smashing the broken jar and throwing caution to the wind. If someone dared kill him, then he dared die. He was overwhelmed by emotion, but until the moment of death, no one could say he had no hope of winning.

Don't ask. If you did, the answer was that he would definitely win. His mouth would remain hard even after death.

He might even have come to believe it himself.

From being framed until now, after suffering one blow after another, had Gaoxin's mentality collapsed? Had he finally broken down and lost his senses?

"Your temperament is actually this resolute."

"Have you already lost the ability to adapt?"

Only Luo Yan and Sule felt sorrow in the audience.

No—there was also Meimei. Without realizing it, she had come to Luo Yan's side. "What's wrong with him? Why is he being so stubborn?"

Calling it stubbornness was already a euphemism. She had even wanted to ask whether Gaoxin had suffered a mental breakdown.

Luo Yan said bitterly, "Have you ever seen someone like this? Someone with no talent, no way forward, who doesn't even know what he can or cannot do."

"Failure always accompanies life. Yet even so, he refuses to bend his back. Instead, he comforts himself by saying that this doesn't matter and that doesn't matter either. In the end, he truly numbs himself, as though nothing matters anymore. At worst, he can just die, right?"

Sule touched his own face. "Are you talking about me? When I fail, I say I knew from the start that I was useless. When I succeed, I say this is exactly what I wanted to do."

Luo Yan shook his head. "He is simply an ordinary person, and one who was framed and sent here. After everything he experienced on the island, yesterday he finally fought with all his might and gambled his life for a chance to change himself. But today, it all came to nothing again..."

"Such failure has run through his entire life. It is probably a reflection of his whole existence."

"In the past, he could tell himself countless times that it didn't matter, that it was merely the price of his own mistake. But this time alone, he couldn't endure it, because he had done nothing wrong and was still sent to this island... He had fought with all his might, yet still had to bear unbearable, irreversible pain."

"So this time, it mattered to him."

"When an ordinary person encounters a desperate situation, there are only two choices. Either admit his mediocrity and fail while still alive, or refuse to admit it and choose to fail at the moment of death. At least then, he won't have to taste the feeling of defeat..."

"He chose the latter. A person had to throw himself into the fray without reservation at least once in his life."

Sule gritted his teeth. "Why can he only fail?"

Luo Yan said helplessly, "What else can he do? Without a bloodline or strength, this is the only path left."

"If he simply became a servant and struggled to survive, so be it. But he insists on escaping this desperate situation. He absolutely refuses to accept his fate."

"He is gambling his life for a chance, and he has to fight it out honestly, with no tricks. Even if that chance is doomed to fail, even if people laugh at him, this is the only thing he can do now. He no longer considers the outcome. After all, he is already used to fighting for his life and failing afterward."

"He is already enjoying the process of throwing everything away. Perhaps only this way can he feel that he is the one controlling his own life."

P.S.: Sorry.