You're Standing Too Close

Lu Bai's words came as abruptly as he spoke, but his tone remained as gentle as ever.

The prisoners around him, who were stunned by Section Chief Misa's performance, all subconsciously turned around and glanced at him, and most of them recognized him as the guy who had first barged into the prison.

Lu Bai suddenly spoke up, Section Chief Misa actually stopped what he was doing.

It wasn't out of fear or anything; I simply found the "interlude" quite amusing.

He glanced at Dao Zhengmu, who was already panting heavily, then turned his attention back to Lu Bai, his tone somewhat strange. "You mean, give you face?"

Lu Bai nodded and added with a smile.

"After all, I've been entrusted with this task, so I should at least try to get this old man out of here alive, right?"

"Oh? You're the one who caused this mess."

The warden of the Section Chief Misa looked at Lu Bai's Prison Guard uniform and quickly realized what was going on. He then took a few steps toward Lu Bai's location.

His seemingly casual action sent the hearts of the prisoners into a frenzy.

The prisoners who were being protected by Lu Bai instinctively spread out to ensure that the two could face off without any hindrance.

Section Chief Misa rolled up his sleeves, his refined appearance now carrying a hint of coldness.

"You've added so much work for me, how can I possibly thank you enough?"

Dao Zhengmu appeared between the two with a "whoosh," his already prominent forehead wrinkles now even more deeply furrowed.

He stared at Section Chief Misa in front of him, and said without turning his head, "It's already difficult enough, so don't cause any more trouble for this old man. If you can escape, then escape now."

"That won't do."

Lu Bai took two steps forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Dao Zhengmu: "If I hadn't rescued you, wouldn't my trip have been in vain?"

"Are you out of your mind, kid?" Dao Zhengmu couldn't help but glance at him sideways.

"I think that's a kind of confidence."

Section Chief Misa laughed heartily, completely at ease.

Even knowing that Lu Bai must have some skill to sneak into the prison, he remained confident that he wouldn't let any prisoner escape.

After he finished laughing, he walked towards Lu Bai and Dao Zhengmu.

"Alright, enough with the jokes. Since you're so stubborn, I'll send you on your way now."

He clenched his fist and unleashed a violent tremor that seemed to extinguish the surrounding air, the terrifying force of which carried an immense sense of oppression.

"Get out of the way!"

Dao Zhengmu clasped his hands in a fist, took a step and stopped abruptly, tilting his elbow to the side, not an inch more, not an inch less, his legs measuring the distance beneath his feet like a ruler.

Boom!

A cloud of blood suddenly burst from the old man's elbow, revealing sharp white bone protruding from it.

The aftershocks of the collision scattered irregularly in all directions, shattering all the lights and darkening the space between the two doors.

Section Chief Misa lunged at him and delivered a follow-up punch.

With a crisp "crack," Dao Zhengmu's elbow joint bone, which had been tempered by Internal Energy to be as hard as metal, broke in half on the spot.

Dao Zhengmu's expression changed drastically.

Knowing the lessons of the previous three, including the White-Browed Bat King, he knew that the young man before him was young and hot-tempered.

Therefore, he had been avoiding a direct confrontation with Section Chief Misa, but unexpectedly, Misa still managed to seize the opportunity.

He gritted his teeth against the pain, grabbed his broken arm, and tried to create some distance for the time being.

Unfortunately, Misa was not as casual as before; instead, he pressed his advantage and threw another punch.

The extremely powerful punch shattered Dao Zhengmu's right arm into pieces, leaving only a thin layer of skin barely covering his bones and blood.

"You bastard!"

Dao Zhengmu leaned back, about to collapse, but luckily Lu Bai reacted quickly and caught him, preventing him from hitting his head on the ground and causing further injury.

The old man, who had almost no hair left, was deathly pale, devoid of any color in his face. He could neither accept the reality before him nor believe that Misa was so strong.

"If I were ten years younger, I would never have... been defeated!"

Seeing this, the prisoners present turned ashen-faced. Four Grandmaster- level martial artists had been easily overpowered, and their hopes of escaping were now almost nonexistent.

Several prisoners had even secretly slipped away from the group, intending to sneak back to their cells.

"A loss is a loss, why can't you accept defeat?"

Lu Bai gently laid the old man down on the ground and chuckled as he joked.

He exuded an aura of harmlessness, and even though Section Chief Misa knew that Lu Bai must have some skills, he subconsciously didn't harbor much suspicion towards him.

Section Chief Misa casually walked up to Dao Zhengmu and Lu Bai, who were only a step apart.

"If only I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have done it in the first place."

Misa sighed, raised his foot to stomp on Dao Zhengmu, who was lying on his back on the ground, without giving Lu Bai a second glance.

You're standing too close.

In that split second, Lu Bai suddenly chuckled softly.

[Flash Time] was activated silently, and the world before his eyes seemed to be paused.

He channeled all his Internal Energy into his tempered right hand, then clenched his fist and punched Section Chief Misa, in the face.

Under the influence of the Grandmaster -level Internal Energy, the air around his right hand distorted, his body became crystal clear, like divine iron that had been forged a thousand times, exuding an aura of overwhelming power, and slicing through the air to strike his target.

At this moment, only 0.5 seconds had elapsed.

Faced with a power of [Flash Time] of such an illegal level, no matter how strong Section Chief Misa, he could not possibly make any move to resist at such close range.

Bang!!!

It's like turning the microphone up to full volume and then hitting someone on the head with it.

A loud, muffled, and short crash.

The Section Chief Misa was cracked and split open like parched, cracked earth, with blood splattering everywhere.

Under the sudden, tremendous force, Section Chief Misa's head snapped back, and he was sent flying uncontrollably, crashing through the last iron door of A Sector before finally coming to a stop.

"Hiss..."

"..."

In an instant, the entire corridor became deathly silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Every single prisoner present stared wide-eyed, as if they wanted to pop their eyeballs out.

The three Grandmaster- level old men, including the White-Browed Bat King, were also speechless with astonishment.

This unexpected turn of events is both surprising and unbelievable.

After all, from any perspective, Lu Bai doesn't seem like a Grandmaster.

But the facts are right in front of us.

Moreover, that kind of "speed" that was so fast that no one could even see it clearly indicated that he was not an ordinary Grandmaster martial artist.

"Such a young Grandmaster?!"

Dao Zhengmu, who was closest to him, was so shocked that his mouth dropped open. After a moment, he asked in a strained voice, "What exactly did my eldest son give me that could persuade a young Grandmaster like you to risk your life?"