Round 6: Blood on the Dance Floor

Foreword:

There's only one reason why a fist can't penetrate wood: you've already given up before you even throw a punch.

--Quentin Tarantino

[Part · Midnight Snacks]

"I have a dream!"

George Joshua sank deep into the sofa, talking to Jiang Bailu about the future.

He became extremely polite, like a knight meeting a queen.

"One day, Ming De will no longer have to be wary of the Vita Imprint, and we can finally make peace. The struggle that has lasted for thousands of years will finally end with a truce agreement."

"A brand new era has arrived—Miss Jiang Bailu, do you understand what I mean?"

Jiang Bailu suppressed a laugh, pulled a bottle of Uni-President iced tea from her pocket, and nodded vigorously.

"Mmm mmm mmm."

George Joshua perked up and immediately changed his tune—

"--No, we've only just met. You have no idea how you could possibly read my mind from just a few words. You're lying! You cunning Little Kitty."

Bailu simply nodded, her features almost contorted in a smile, as if she wanted to laugh but couldn't, pretending that she had drunk iced tea but found it bitter, waving the bottle and shrugging her shoulders.

President Joshua then said, "But I forgive you. Who told you to wear Glory's skin? I can't get angry when I see you, hmph. Promise me you won't do that again, it's my weakness."

"Ah! Ahhh!" Bailu started pecking at the rice like a chick.

Joshua began to give a speech about a non-human, high-quality male.

"Returning to this dream, I am different from other Immortals. I am a very special man. I consider myself extraordinary and dare to face the storms."

"Other Immortals always live timid and cautious lives, but I believe that life should be a series of adventures. I believe that in some mysterious way, Ming De are also looking after me—looking after me, the brave one."

"I've participated in countless wars, big and small, surviving time and time again on the battlefield, all thanks to courage. Don't misunderstand, this has nothing to do with my Soul Might talent—I have raw strength."

"Wherever there is struggle, wherever there is bloodshed, I will be there."

"Before we captured Atlanta, my teacher was younger than me, over a hundred years younger! General Sherman impressed me greatly; he conquered, he killed indiscriminately, he burned, looted, and committed all sorts of atrocities, wielding his sword against his own people."

"That's when I realized it!"

George Joshua became increasingly agitated, almost lost in his own thoughts as he recounted his life journey, as if he were transported back more than two hundred years.

"Temporary cruelty and evil are nothing. Anything can be made up for in the long run. Without the American Civil War, without the dead Southern bastards, without all these tragedies, without us murderers, there would be no unity of America, and no future global hegemony!"

"Therefore, this is just, correct, and undeniably righteous!"

"From this point on, all the crimes committed by the soldiers during the war will become medals!"

"Killing entire families is to establish prestige and instill fear in the enemy! Seizing other men's wives and daughters is to fill the future population gap in America! It's about bearing children for the country! Taking over other people's land, seizing their homes, and plundering their wealth is all to ensure that gold returns to the hands of the strong! To ensure that all resources are distributed fairly!"

"At this point, there's no doubt—I'm stronger! You're weaker!"

"You should submit to me and build a bridge with me, a bridge connecting Ming De."

Bailu raised her hand. "Wait a minute."

"Please don't interrupt me while I'm speaking, Ms. Bailu." George Joshua was angry. "Do you want a title? I'm sorry, but I think we should ask your sister first—even if she were to marry you, you would still be ranked after her in terms of seniority."

Bailu: "Wait, wait, George Joshua."

George Joshua: "Please speak."

"You never thought of that?" Bailu found it hard to describe her inner thoughts. She was both angry and wanted to laugh. Sometimes, when you meet a weirdo, or even someone so weird that they exceed your common sense and shatter all your values, they are no longer weirdos, but the ultimate source of amusement.

"You never even considered that I had no intention of paying any attention to you?" Bailu went so far as to abandon any formalities.

George Joshua immediately put on a stern face, like a sulking child.

"--Impossible! Absolutely impossible! No woman can resist my face, my body, my charisma, and my wealth and power! All of this is the capital of my arrogance!"

To be honest, when Bailu took a closer look at George Joshua, he definitely had the face of a supermodel.

This immortal man had no wrinkles, was younger than Pellegrini Tuan, and aside from his husky voice, he looked like a little boy with the muscular physique of a super bodybuilder.

To explain this from a different gender and perspective, if we consider George Joshua as a woman, he would have the looks of a top-tier supermodel, with a voluptuous yet athletic physique. Any man would take a second look, and no one would immediately harbor malicious intent to destroy or offend him.

"You must be playing hard to get," George Joshua said smugly. "You're so greedy! Aren't my wealth and power enough? You actually want to steal my heart? You dare to lay a finger on the love I'm giving to Glory?"

This series of moves completely stunned Bailu. She wasn't unfamiliar with men before—but she had never encountered a guy like George Joshua who started from the depths of his soul, used moral common sense as a baseline, and despised women in every way, including material possessions, background, race, and values.

She glanced down at the Little Genius children's watch, a gift from her older brother that she couldn't bear to throw away.

Ten minutes are up, it's time for the shift to change.

"Joshua, I need to go to the restroom."

George immediately stood up. "I'll go with you, we'll stay by each other's side."

Bailu: "You're allowed in the women's restroom?"

George: "I can even swagger into the women's bathhouse."

"Damn it!" Bailu was about to curse, but then swallowed her words.

--Because she wanted to take direct action, to fire the gun directly.

This local tyrant is utterly shameless and lawless in his own territory.

She drew her gun, performed a quick draw, and angrily pulled the trigger.

There was no warning before the fight broke out; only a tiny bit of anger was released along with the pheromones from the sweat.

George Joshua was prepared and finally found an excuse to attack. He treated the little girl's playful banter as pre-dinner flirting, but if she dared to be violent, it would be an invitation to a duel.

The lion tore off its camouflage, riddled with bullets. Its flesh was like supple rubber, dented in several deep holes by the bullets. Shrapnel from the bullets grazed Bailu's arms and legs, tearing off pieces of fabric and leaving bloodstains.

"You prefer something a bit more savage?!" George Joshua turned on his phone's video recording function. "That's exactly what I was thinking!"

He licked his lips, his mouth dry. It was the first time he had seen a woman so similar to the Big Sister, and even if she was fake, she could still satisfy the lust in his heart.

"[No Man's Unmanned Zone]!"

[Part 2: Duel]

A bald eagle wearing a tall hat emerged from George Joshua's body. It held a cigar, its brown feathers transformed into Five Fingers, and pulled down the brim of its hat. A monocle hung above its bright yellow eyes—it stared at Bailu. It was as robust as its body, with bright white feathers on its chest and neck.

The brown feathers were all wrapped in a sharp tailcoat, and the eagle-headed, human-bodied deity casually waved his hand and snapped his fingers.

George Joshua's body swelled up like a balloon, bursting his clothes until he was left only in his underwear.

"These underwear are the last vestige of dignity. You have no right to peek at my precious treasure before I pin you down on the bed. [No Man's Land]! Unmanned Zone her!"

Without a second thought, Bailu turned tail and ran! A direct confrontation between an ordinary psychic and a Soul Might user? This was no match for her!

She leaped over the terrace railing, smashed through the glass door, her body covered in bloody cuts, and sprinted towards the main venue, clutching her head.

George Joshua walked forward unhurriedly, fiddling with his supple fingers and patting his cheeks, like a wealthy young man who had just finished stretching exercises and was about to go to bed to share an intimate moment with his female companion.

The bald eagle, the incarnation of the deity in [No Man's Unmanned Zone], slammed its fist against the wall of the corridor.

The aluminum alloy frame of the wall suddenly sprang up, and the originally hard metal strips emerged from the cracks in the ground, sweeping fiercely towards Bailu!

Bailu felt a sudden lightness in her body. The white aluminum strip, like a flexible rope or rubber band, suddenly swept across her calf. This comical yet ruthless attack caused her to lose her balance and tumble to the ground. The floor began to liquefy and writhe!

She bounced around in the corridor, truly becoming a panicked Jerry, a comedic character from a cartoon.

She gripped the FNX in a panic, fearing that the gun might misfire due to the impact, and if she accidentally killed herself, the consequences would be dire.

As the bald eagles of [No Man's Unmanned Zone] knocked, the walls of the corridor transformed into soft, elastic "intestines," rising and falling like...

"Like our love nest, like a waterbed, accelerate! Sprint! It's the sweet home that will take you to heaven!" George Joshua arrogantly gave the middle finger. This precise operation was a valuable experience he had gained through years of repeated learning using Soul Power. He could subdue, subdue, and kill his targets, and at the same time, he could change his physical form to save his own life.

For George Joshua, it was no difficult to have his fragile head bombarded by artillery shells. He was once hit in the head by a sixteen-pound cannonball, his left and right eyes separated, and part of his skull flew more than two hundred meters away. In the end, his head was still intact and returned to its original shape, all thanks to the divine power of [Unmanned Zone Man's Land].

Bailu was repeatedly launched and accelerated in this rubber corridor. She felt dizzy, nauseous, and unable to find her balance. Her clothes felt like they were being sifted through a sieve, and with repeated rubbing and impact, they were gradually about to tear.

George Joshua, gliding with Michael Jackson's signature moonwalk, observed Bailu's movements from outside the porch, reveling in the moment and the prey's desperate struggle.

"What should I do? My little darling! ~ Doesn't it feel bad to have your clothes torn off bit by bit? No, no, no!"

"That's not the expression you should be making! You need to enjoy the process!"

"You must learn to enjoy it! This is a process of letting go of shame and rediscovering one's true nature! It's a spiritual journey!"

"We don't need clothes! We're wild beasts that eat raw meat and drink blood!"

That's life! It's like that wretched rubber, full of elasticity.

"The more you try to get away, the more you try to escape, the harder it will throw you back to where you started, leaving you naked and disheveled."

"People are like that too, like a roly-poly toy. No matter how much they fail or regret, once they give up, they can never get back up. They can only force themselves to become soft clay, letting others trample on them without getting hurt!"

"Bang!--"

Gunfire illuminated Joshua's eyes.

This left the White Shark Association President speechless with astonishment.

"What are you doing?! You stupid woman!"

The bullet bounced through the narrow corridor, and when it hit the soft wall, it disintegrated due to the enormous internal stress, turning into scattered shrapnel, which became a thousand knives, ready to be used for the bloodletting process.

The fine iron filings tore open Bailu's arms, ripped open her abdominal muscles, and slashed her buttocks and legs, causing profuse bleeding. Such severe bleeding damage was caused by just one bullet.

The blood fell onto these smooth, soft rubber walls, initially pulsating into mist from the powerful psychic tides of [No Man's Unmanned Zone], and then transforming into vivid marks.

It is one with the Bailu; this blood is still "alive" when it leaves the body, making it an excellent psionic catalyst.

Suddenly, strands of silk threads surged from the blood and qi, transforming into Bailu's spiritual arms! They gripped the body tightly, and then, in the next step, they lifted Bailu's physical body deeper into the porch, becoming steps, hooks, and anchors suspended in the air.

"You fucking wait to die!"

Jiang Bailu uttered the harshest words but did the most cowardly things.

She had to escape to the Big Sister's side! She had to get back to the War King!

George Joshua is completely impervious to bullets; only fire could kill him! It would require a fire at thousands of degrees Celsius, hot enough to melt steel! You'd have to roast him to a crisp!

Thinking this, Bailu rushed out the door first, and the moment she returned to the main venue, the Big Sister pulled the younger sister into her arms.

"You're back? How are you feeling?"

Bailu clutched her wound, looking at her tattered clothes—almost none of her layers of warm winter clothing were intact. "What the hell! I've run into the worst kind of person!"

As if by magic, the Big Sister swapped her blood-stained clothes for Bailu's.

--She casually grabbed Bailu's tattered coat, lifted her sister up to take off her sweatpants, and then pulled up and put down her own suit pants.

Bailu felt like a little pet, and then she remembered that her older brother used to play with her like this when she was little. She didn't know what to say.

"Elder brother!"

Glory was wearing a tattered wool vest and shirt, with a layer of gray thermal wool coat on top.

"It fits perfectly."

She untied Bailu's hair tie, put it on herself, and took the Little Genius watch with her.

"I'll be right back. Keep an eye on this guy."

Upon closer inspection during the Bailu season...

--A colorful balloon appeared at the main venue.

That was Manager Todd, the once-glorious front desk waiter who had now become a giant ball of flesh, protected by the psychic powers of [No Man's Unmanned Zone], giving him a rubber body similar to George Joshua's.

Now he hangs in the very center of the bright red dance floor, entangled in wires and wrapped with rings of LED lights, his limbs transformed into complex knots, utterly exhausted and incapacitated. He spins to the rhythm of the music from the multimedia center, radiating a dazzling array of colors.

Bailu shouted, "Brother! Be careful! That guy is very powerful!"

Jiang Xueming pushed open the door to the terrace to give his younger sister some psychological counseling.

"--Do you know why a fist can't break a wooden board? It's actually quite simple; a wooden board should be afraid of a fist. But I think it's like this: when you throw a punch, you've already mentally given up, so you can't break it."

It was a rare sight, she emphasized arrogantly.

"Also, Bailu, when we're outside, you have to call me War King."

As George Joshua entered the corridor, he saw the weak and powerless "Jiang Bailu" return.

She was covered in even more blood, seemingly from excessive blood loss? Had she come back for help? Had she given in?

"Hehehe! Hmph hmph hmph! Hahahahahahahahahahaha!"

George Joshua burst into laughter--

This was a spiritual victory! A complete and utter conquest of the woman, on the level of fighting spirit!

He won! He proved his strength once again! He solidified his authority!

"Little wildcat! Need help?"

As George Joshua spoke, he stood about ten meters away from the woman, eager to use his spiritual power to caress her.

The bald eagle's eyes widened, its feathers transforming into fingers, and it lunged directly at Glory's face and chest.

"Snap!"

With just that one resounding slap, the spirit spun around more than twenty times on the spot, its upper body spinning like a small top, while its lower body remained motionless, transforming into a complex and twisted rubber band eagle.

George was still in shock. The spirit hadn't suffered much damage, but it was extremely insulting.

Enraged, he summoned his soul power, determined to maintain the unity of body and soul and punish this disobedient little wench with all his might!

"[No Man's Unmanned Zone]! Give her a punch! She's courting death!"

The fist slammed into the corridor wall, the powerful psionic energy sculpting a rubbery shape.

The wall beside Glory erupted with equally fierce rubber fists! The bricks turned into vicious flying punches, striking her face solidly. Her head tilted to the side, but she immediately straightened up, just like the rubber man she had when she first learned martial arts and took a full-force attack from Teacher Zongzhu.

There was blood at the corner of her mouth, and her teeth were loose but not broken. She was told to press them back into her gums with her Thumb.

George Joshua froze, suddenly breaking out in a cold sweat.

This was his full power! It was a punch thrown in rage! It was a punch that weighed over 1,500 pounds! A punch as powerful as a rifle bullet!

As he threw his punch, he felt a moment of regret. If he had accidentally killed Jiang Bailu, he would have had to ask a sorcerer to manipulate her corpse.

They didn't even break a single tooth? Was it because I was being too gentle? Did I involuntarily control my power?

Is that so?

During the brief moment of George's self-doubt, the "brick fist" on the wall also lost its senses and stood frozen.

Following the fist, Glory stopped, held her breath, and unleashed a lightning-fast punch!

"Boom!--"

The psionic path Unmanned Zone [No Man's Land] carried this strange power, tearing spiderweb-like cracks into the walls!

Almost instantly, this psychic energy, like a tadpole looking for its mother, was returned to George Joshua in its entirety.

He was stunned by the sudden attack, and a punch, equally fierce and fast as lightning, suddenly emerged from the soft wall!

His neck stretched out, and his head flew off, his eyes squeezing out of his skull. The enormous energy, with nowhere to go, turned into high temperature, making his brain feel like it was being roasted!

He finally remembered that familiar feeling, filtered through a lens of intense affection! There was no mistake! This was the War King!

"Greater than last time! And it didn't even use bullets!"

George Joshua's massive body bounced repeatedly in the corridor, and after being repeatedly sculpted, he finally landed slowly on the ground like a ping-pong ball.

Glory's body was hunched over, her eyes held a tiger-like gaze filled with Fragrant Dream, and she spread her arms as if in an attacking stance before hunting.

"You're better than last time, your punches are more destructive, you've got some skill, but not much."

As she spoke, she tore a piece of white cloth from Bailu's pocket as an invitation to a duel.

"Don't worry, this time I'll make sure you die a clean death."