Fierce General Sequence 2?

The door was kicked open.

Four burly men swarmed in.

Their bodies were packed with knotted muscle, their faces full of flesh, their expressions vicious, and their eyes fierce. One look told anyone they were no good.

Compared to them, Zhang Guangmu was as frail and harmless as a little chick.

But...

Zhang Guangmu, who had been somewhat nervous, instantly calmed down upon seeing them. Not only was he no longer afraid, he even felt like laughing.

That was because these men were familiar faces. He often saw them in Subconscious Films.

Aside from the one in front, the other three were all minor villains who died after one or two scenes.

The leader among the burly men took two steps forward and leaned close to Zhang Guangmu. He bared a mouthful of large yellow teeth, carrying the pungent tar stench left behind by incompletely burned cigarettes.

"Little bastard, what are you laughing at?"

There was not a single hair on his head, and even his eyebrows had been shaved off. His bare brow ridges made him look especially vicious, and his tone was contemptuous.

The moment Zhang Guangmu saw that face, he recognized him—Boss Zhao, the Villain from Endless Food Bag.

Zhang Guangmu showed no fear. Tilting his head, he said in a sarcastic tone, "Is laughing against the law in this camp?"

That one sentence left Boss Zhao stunned, and he froze completely.

The few Audience Orbs floating nearby immediately became excited and began Heckling.

"Holy Shit! This Youth is seriously fierce!"

"He feels like some reckless idiot. He's about to get beaten up—just wait!"

"It really feels like this Newcomer named Zhang Guangmu has never been beaten down by society. Once he gets a good thrashing, he'll learn his lesson."

Boss Zhao was a man of few words and ruthless action. After being stunned for a moment, he quickly came back to his senses. He twisted his neck with a savage grin, cracked his knuckles, clasped his hands behind his back, turned away, and tossed out just two words.

"Beat him!"

His three underlings did not waste time talking. They stepped forward, raised their fists, and prepared to give Zhang Guangmu a brutal beating.

They carried no weapons and did not dare use too much force because Zhang Guangmu held information on Chu Fan. If they accidentally beat him to death, Boss Zhao would hold them accountable afterward.

No one thought they would lose.

Whether it was Boss Zhao or the audience, everyone thought three burly men against one Youth would be an effortless victory.

However...

What happened next exceeded everyone's expectations.

Facing the three burly men closing in, Zhang Guangmu advanced instead of retreating. He took the initiative to close the distance, slammed into one man's chest, and drove up his knee!

Smack!

The sound of Testicle Shatter rang out. The first thug's facial muscles twisted into a knot, like a blooming chrysanthemum, and he let out a painful, shrill scream.

"Ahhhhhh!"

The screaming man clutched his injured spot and collapsed to the floor, rolling around in agony. His cries were so miserable that they could make listeners grieve and onlookers weep, even affecting the performance of his two companions.

Zhang Guangmu noticed that the fists coming at him seemed to have slowed.

What more was there to say?

Take his life while he was down!

Dodge!

Dodge!

Dodge!

Punch!

Zhang Guangmu repeatedly ducked and shifted sideways, evading three punches. Taking a kick to the body, he threw a rear hook that smashed into the second burly man's jaw.

Thud!

With a dull impact, the muscles on the man's face rippled like a water balloon filled to bursting.

After granting him the sleep of an infant, Zhang Guangmu took another blow to the back. He did not know whether it was a punch or a kick, but it carried tremendous force. The pain made him bare his teeth, and faintly savage bloodshot veins appeared in his eyes.

He twisted his waist and hips, driving an elbow into the third man's temple.

The man went rigid as a plank, shut his eyes, and crashed to the ground. It was impossible to tell whether he was alive or dead.

"Whew..."

Zhang Guangmu panted heavily, forcing his aching body to move and making himself remain standing. He raised his head and stared hard at Boss Zhao. "Come on! Let's have a proper fight!"

The Book of Acting stated it clearly: Zhang Guangmu had two recognized abilities, Acting Skill 1 and Imperial Body Forging Technique 1.

There was no need to mention Acting Skill. It was how he made his living—after all, even with a Golden Finger, he could not Make a Name without doing anything.

In Zhang Guangmu's eyes, the Imperial Body Forging Technique was an upgraded, enhanced version of Broadcast Calisthenics. Any citizen of the empire over the age of eight could learn it.

The Imperial Body Forging Technique was divided into upper and lower sections.

The upper section was "Nurturing," specifically for strengthening the body and nourishing one's physique. The lower section was "Defense," which, as the name implied, was a volume of combat techniques for resisting enemies and protecting oneself.

Because of his illness, Zhang Guangmu had always placed special importance on training. Therefore, aside from Acting Skill, the Imperial Body Forging Technique was the only ability he possessed that had reached "1."

Originally, Zhang Guangmu had not thought much of the "Defense" section. He felt its fighting movements looked too ugly, not even half as stylish as the "Nurturing" section.

But now it seemed...

The "Defense" section of the Body Forging Technique was packed full of practical techniques.

It was not pretty, but it worked!

The physique the Director had set for Zhang Guangmu was clearly weaker than that of an ordinary person, and he was hungry as well. Yet he had caught them off guard, defeated the strong as the weak, and knocked down three powerful enemies in succession—all thanks to the "Defense" section of the Imperial Body Forging Technique.

"Have a proper fight?"

Boss Zhao turned around, rubbed his Bald Head, swept his expressionless gaze over the scene, and took a deep breath. "Little Ghost... you're not bad."

"You've got guts, and you've got skill!"

"But you shouldn't have angered me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he strode forward like a dragon and tiger. In the blink of an eye, he was bearing down on Zhang Guangmu.

Boom!

A heavy punch, like the explosive force of a road roller, came roaring in with a bloody gust of wind!

Strength was speed!

The gap between their basic physical attributes was simply too vast. Zhang Guangmu wanted to dodge, but he could not evade it at all. The punch struck him head-on, making him feel as though his soul had left his body, instantly robbing him of all ability to resist.

Although the Imperial Body Forging Technique had already been rated 1 in the Book of Acting, Zhang Guangmu had always obeyed the law in the Xuanlong Empire and had never fought anyone in real combat. Lacking fighting experience, he ultimately could not fight one against four and crush the entire Survivor Camp.

If my Imperial Body Forging Technique reached "2," I should be able to fight him evenly, right?

Even as Zhang Guangmu spat up sour fluid after being punched, with his entire body hanging from the other man's fist, he still had the mind to let his thoughts wander. Oh-ho, what a wipeout!

I was so full of ambition earlier, and then he shattered me with one punch.

What a brutal hit! I'll remember that punch!

Boss Zhao stuck out two fingers and poked Zhang Guangmu's head. "Little Ghost, you're not dead, are you?"

"Hmm, that punch probably didn't feel good. I'll let you catch your breath first."

The White Balls representing the audience gradually began to increase in number.

"Damn! What's going on? I was just watching Chu Fan run for his life—how did I suddenly end up here?"

"The director sent you here..."

"Wasn't Director Qian pretty good at Control the Field? Why is he suddenly Underperforming today?"

"Tsk, tsk... you have no idea what you missed. This Newcomer named Zhang Guangmu is seriously fierce! I suspect he's already reached the Subconscious Sequence standard for a Fierce General."

"Hype to destruction? What kind of grudge do you have against him?"

"It's not Hype to destruction! Holy Shit! I can't explain it—watch for yourself! This Newcomer is fucking fierce!"

"The weak punch the weaker, while The Strong Punch the Stronger. Zhang Guangmu's subconscious... is too unyielding! If his debut had not been an apocalypse drama but one set in Ancient Times during a Chaotic World, he might have become famous in a single production!"

"Give me a break! He's about to become a Traitor and sell out Chu Fan. Believe it or not?"

"...It was arranged by the Director. Even if he betrays him, it isn't his fault. He cannot be considered a Traitor."

"Hiss... You've even prepared an excuse for him already? Waiting For him to completely ruin the production like Chu Fan. I just hope he doesn't look too ugly when the time comes..."

Just as Zhang Guangmu silently peeked at the audience comments to distract himself from the pain, Boss Zhao's Bald Head entered his field of vision.

"I won't waste words. You should know who I am."

"Only one question."

"Do you want to die, or do you want to live?"

Zhang Guangmu grinned, revealing bloodstained white teeth. "I want to die."

The remaining Extra Update Cards from the previous book are still recorded here!

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(Birth of a Drama Queen) Alliance Leader · He Mouren, 10/22

(Birth of a Drama Queen) Alliance Leader · Moyu Xingyuan, 10/12

(Birth of a Drama Queen) Stars Holding the Moon Medal, 4/5

This book will use them up!

Hmm!