One Punch Blows Away the Enemy

Zhang Tie knew that people who were already getting on in years yet still lusted after women, still threw their weight around by abusing the little authority in their hands, were terrified of death. They enjoyed all the pleasures of being alive, so they feared death all the more—feared that they would never again be able to enjoy those things.

Breaking through the psychological defenses of such people was simple. It did not even require any complicated methods. As long as they knew that their little lives were in your hands, that you could crush them like a bug whenever you wished, they would cast aside all dignity and reserve before you. Even if you told them to lick the soles of your shoes, they would do it better than a dog.

No matter what position they held, people like that were, at heart, nothing but maggots.

Of course, lest this maggot still harbor any lucky illusions, before putting on that loose, hooded robe that resembled a penitent ascetic's garment, Zhang Tie took out a sharp dagger and held it in his hand, making sure the old man saw that he could take his life at any moment.

If Zhang Tie had a choice, he would rather be stabbed ten times by a dagger than take one punch from himself while wearing the Dark Ripper Gloves. But only he knew how much power he could unleash with the Dark Ripper Gloves. The old man did not. In most people's minds, between a pair of fists and a dagger, the dagger inspired greater fear.

So Zhang Tie took out a gleaming, razor-sharp dagger and deftly spun it through several flourishes in his hand. Once the old man had gotten a good look, he tucked the dagger into the wide sleeve of