Slapping Faces

Virtual Universe, Ganwu Continent, Dark Star Island.

Rather than calling it an island, its surface area is actually larger than that of an entire planet.

It can't be helped; the entire Dark Star Starfield contains tens of thousands of star systems. Even if only a portion of the population can connect to the Virtual Universe, the number of people is still unimaginably high.

"Let's go with this one; the taste is quite good." Sanying led Sett into a bar called Ba Jiu Yan Huan.

"What would you like to drink?" Sanying asked.

"Anything is fine, you order for me." Sett rarely drank alcohol, let alone the various spirits found in the universe.

"Two glasses of Xinyan Wine." Sanying appeared to be a regular, speaking to the bartender behind the counter.

The bartender had three arms and was quite skilled at mixing drinks.

While waiting, Sett watched the three-armed bartender's performance with great interest.

"Sir, your Xinyan Wine." The bartender finished mixing the drinks quickly and said.

Inside the glass, it looked as if a swallow were dancing, which was quite beautiful.

"In reality, this Xinyan Wine costs 5 million Dark Star Coin, tsk tsk. But in the Virtual Universe, it only costs 10,000 Dark Star Coin. Even a Universe-level powerhouse would get drunk on this." Sanying said as he took the drink.

"5 million Dark Star Coin for a glass of wine?" Sett didn't have much of a concept of money; he had 100 million Ganwu Coin anyway, so he didn't care at all.

"5 million Dark Star Coin is 5,000 Ganwu Coin. In reality, only Universe-level powerhouses would be willing to drink a glass of wine so casually." Sanying said.

"Haha, I just entered the universe, so I don't know much about it." Sett replied.

"You must have a very powerful master. Now that your strength is decent, he brought you into the universe to gain experience." Sanying nodded and said, "After all, on many planets, the strongest are only Planet-level, and many don't even have that. Only by entering the vast universe can you encounter all kinds of experts."

"My master is a very powerful World Lord-level expert. Before I entered the universe, I always thought I was very strong—not necessarily the strongest, but definitely among the best."

"But after entering the universe, I realized that someone like me is only considered to have decent strength, just a bit higher than the average."

"That's right, the universe is vast, and there are countless geniuses and experts. However, both of us are only at the Planet-level, not even Star-level yet, so anything is possible." Sett nodded and said.

"Indeed, anything is possible. Only by roaming the universe can you temper yourself; it is between life and death that one can rapidly improve their strength." Sanying said, taking a sip of his drink.

"Hmm, this wine is actually quite good." Sett tasted the Xinyan Wine and said.

The bar was not large, and by the time the two finished speaking, it was already filled with martial artists.

"Move aside!" At this moment, two people walked toward Sett and his companion.

"Move aside? Why should I? If you give me 100 million Ganwu Coin, maybe I'll consider letting you pass." Sett said disdainfully while drinking his wine.

The leader had a one-star Universe Mercenary badge pinned to his chest, looking very arrogant.

"How about we just let them pass? They are one-star Universe Mercenaries, Star-level experts. My master once said, 'Endure for a moment and you will find the sea and sky are vast'." Sanying poked Sett and whispered.

"Hmph! So what if they are Star-level? In this Virtual Universe, everyone has the same physical attributes, so why should I be afraid of him?" Sett spat.

"Back home, we also said, 'The more you endure, the angrier you get; the more you step back, the more you lose.' Since this is the path of the strong, why keep enduring?"

"Look, that Planet-level guy isn't very strong, but he sure has a sharp tongue."

"Exactly, this guy must think that because everyone has the same strength in the Virtual Universe, he has the capital to be arrogant."

"I think he's about to be taught a lesson. You have to know that Star-level experts are far beyond Planet-level in terms of force-application techniques and combat experience."

"That's right, and that guy is a one-star Universe Mercenary adventurer."

The others in the bar saw that there was a good show to watch and began to discuss it animatedly.

"Tch, you little Planet-level, you're quite boastful. Today, I'll teach you a lesson. Don't think that just because everyone has the same strength, you can do whatever you want. I'll tell you today that being a powerhouse isn't just about levels." The man with the one-star Universe Mercenary badge said.

The others in the bar were accustomed to such situations; they all sat in their seats, intending to watch the show.

The three-armed bartender at the counter also looked toward Sett's side with a smile.

"Enough talk!" Sett shouted, grabbed the chair he was sitting on, and threw it over.

The swiftly thrown chair was easily dodged.

"Low-level trash." The man sneered, cracking his wrists and neck.

The man's force-application technique was clearly very impressive, and his punching speed was as swift as lightning.

"What a fast punch!"

"I'd say at least 5 times the force-application."

"Hmm, worthy of being a one-star Universe Mercenary."

The surrounding martial artists watching the battle were amazed after seeing the man throw his punch.

"Is that all you've got?" Sett wasn't flustered, and he countered with a punch of his own.

Sett's fist was faster and fiercer.

The two fists collided, sending out a shockwave.

Sett stood where he was, completely unmoved, while the provocative man stumbled back several steps.

"Such powerful force-application technique." The man thought to himself in surprise.

"When it comes to punching, you're no match for me." After saying that, Sett threw another punch.

The man struggled to steady himself, but seeing Sett's lightning-fast fist, he was forced to retaliate with a punch of his own.

Their fists collided once more, and this time, the man was sent stumbling back repeatedly, nearly collapsing to the ground.

"This Planetary level is incredible!"

"Right? His force-exertion technique is truly impressive, far better than many Star level powerhouses."

Sett's performance left the onlookers astonished; after all, a Planetary level fighter was using superior technique to overpower a Star level expert, and one who was a one-star adventurer mercenary at that.

"Again!" Sett shouted, his fists raining down like a violent storm, striking out frantically.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The man was driven back step by step until he finally couldn't hold his ground and was knocked to the floor with a single punch.

"So you're the one acting all high and mighty, huh? Don't tell me you actually thought you were tough." Sett straddled the man, slapping him twice across the face until he was dizzy.

"Weren't you acting so tough just a moment ago? How does it feel to be humiliated under my crotch, hmm? Speak up!" Sett continued to slap him as he spoke.

"How the hell am I supposed to talk when you keep slapping my mouth?" The man was miserable, unable to voice his frustration; having always enjoyed a life of prestige, he had never suffered such humiliation.

"Enough! Do you even know who he is?" The man's companion, who had initially intended to watch the show, was now frantic; he never expected this Planetary level fighter to be so strong, pinning his friend to the ground and rubbing his face in the dirt.

"I don't care who he is. No matter how big of a shot he is, isn't he still getting beaten by me?" Sett continued to slap him, leaving the man in a state of both humiliation and pain.

Using a tenfold force-exertion technique on a slap was a terrifying amount of power, but the man was too embarrassed to cry out.

"He is a disciple of Dark Star Venerable! Do you dare to keep hitting him?" the man's companion finally shouted.

"What? A disciple of Dark Star Venerable?"

"Damn, he's actually a disciple of Dark Star Venerable."

"No wonder he was acting so arrogant."

"So what if he's arrogant? He's still getting beaten down."

The onlookers, who had been enjoying the show, were shocked to hear the name of Dark Star Venerable.

"Sett, stop! We can't afford to offend a disciple of Dark Star Venerable!" Sanying, having heard the man's background, rushed over and pulled at Sett repeatedly.

"Is Dark Star Venerable really that impressive?" Sett asked.

"It's not just impressive, he's an incredibly formidable existence. Dark Star Venerable is the founder of the Dark Star Intermediate Universe Kingdom and an Immortal God—and a very powerful one at that. You tell me if that's impressive or not."

The Dark Star Starfield contained tens of thousands of star systems and was considered quite large even among intermediate universe kingdoms, which proved that its founder possessed immense strength.

It was certainly not something an ordinary, newly ascended Immortal God could have established.

"So what if Dark Star Venerable is powerful? Can he kill me in the Virtual Universe?" Sett wasn't afraid of how strong Dark Star Venerable might be; he was a registered disciple of a King level Immortal, and he would likely become a direct disciple soon. Why would he fear a mere Dark Star Venerable?

Even at his strongest, he was probably just a Military Lord level Immortal, perhaps having mastered an undying body, but a King level Immortal could easily wipe out a Military Lord level Immortal with a casual move, Sett thought to himself.

"I'll keep hitting him regardless. It's just Dark Star Venerable; if he taught a disciple who turned out to be a failure, what's wrong with me bullying him a little? Besides, this kid started the posturing, so I'm not in the wrong." Upon hearing the identity of Dark Star Venerable, Sett remained unfazed and continued to slap him.

The sound of slapping echoed incessantly through the bar.

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