From Igniting Talent to Becoming a Demon God Section 42

He finally snapped back to himself, turned his head, and fixed a death stare on the other man. Through gritted teeth, he said, "Xu Peng..."

"Your grandpa's right here. What?"

The nose ring trembled lightly as Xu Peng held his motorcycle helmet and looked at him with deliberate provocation.

Seeing Zhao Yuanqing on the verge of losing control, a coworker beside him gritted his teeth and hurried forward to grab him.

But then—

"Oh, right. I almost forgot something."

Xu Peng raised a brow, as if he felt something was missing.

He actually lifted that bionic prosthetic arm, pointed at Zhao Yuanqing, and laughed to his gang companions around him. "He's an orphan."

"Hahahahaha!"

Roars of laughter broke out, and every member of the Rock Gang joined in.

The wanton laughter echoed through the factory, reverberating until even the incandescent tubes on the ceiling seemed to sway faintly.

At that moment, Zhao Yuanqing could no longer endure it. His eyes bulged, bloodshot, and he wrenched free of his coworker's grip.

As he stepped forward, he swung his fist with a chest full of rage, straight for Xu Peng's head.

But it was as if they had been waiting for this exact moment.

Bang!

A burly man in a tank top beside Xu Peng shot out with startling speed, arriving first despite moving later, and raised a hand to catch his fist.

Looking closely, the man's arms were abnormally thick, with a flickering silver line on each upper arm.

"A bionic prosthesis?"

Zhao Yuanqing's expression turned ugly, and his heart sank.

He only felt the man's palm, broad as a cattail fan, clamp down like a vise, squeezing out an even more savage strength that locked his fist firmly in place, making it impossible to pull free.

He had not expected that it was not only Xu Peng—his companions had actually implanted prosthetics too.

"Too weak."

The burly man in the tank top spoke mockingly and stepped forward, like a giant bear moving in for an embrace.

In an instant, with a twist and a press, Zhao Yuanqing's arms were locked by the other man, pinned on the spot. His entire body was forced down out of his control, leaving him half-kneeling on the floor.

"Weren't you pretty capable?"

His face full of contempt, Xu Peng finally turned his head slowly and looked down at him from above.

"When we came to collect the regulation fee last time, you even dared to throw hands."

"And now... oh, I get it."

He glanced at the trembling repairman and Old Dong, then said lightly, "Chen Junhao isn't here, right?"

Those provoking words kept coming. Zhao Yuanqing clenched his teeth hard, his face flushing red as he tried to struggle.

But his arms were locked in a hold, pain shooting through them, and the burly man pressing him down was frighteningly strong. He simply could not break free.

"Chen Junhao's so impressive. If he were here, I really wouldn't dare come."

"Too bad. He isn't."

Xu Peng's ridicule continued, as if he were using this chance to vent all the frustration from the last time he had been here and regain his pride.

Then, in front of everyone.

He gave a contemptuous smile, raised his hand, and patted Zhao Yuanqing's face, threatening him barefacedly. "This time, you were the one who attacked first."

"Heh. According to the rules, I'd like to see who can still protect you."

The atmosphere chilled. Old Dong and the repairman both looked pained, opening their mouths as if to speak, but they did not have the courage.

But immediately after—

"However."

His eyes playful, Xu Peng grabbed Zhao Yuanqing by the hair, yanked his head up, and said disdainfully, "If you're willing to kneel and kowtow loud enough, then I might consider it depending on my mood..."

"Pah!"

Veins bulged on Zhao Yuanqing's forehead as he spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm.

His furious eyes stared at Xu Peng without the slightest fear.

The atmosphere went still, and the other Rock Gang members were briefly stunned.

Xu Peng, who bore the brunt of it, tilted his face slightly. After wiping the flecks of spit from his face, his gaze gradually turned dark and utterly cold.

"Your bones are that hard..."

A moment of silence.

In the next instant, he lifted the motorcycle helmet in his hand, his face vicious, and smashed it hard toward Zhao Yuanqing's head.

"Then I'll break them!!"

Whoosh!

The sound of something tearing through the air was piercingly sharp, instantly swallowing Zhao Yuanqing's entire field of vision.

It was about to smash into him.

Dong!!

The air exploded!

A dull stomp rang out from outside the factory building, and a figure ripped through the night wind, sprinting over.

"Get lost!!"

The cold shout burst out like thunder from a clear sky, echoing through every corner of the factory.

The figures' eardrums buzzed, and they instinctively turned to look.

Xu Peng's movement also froze, his attention splitting as he looked back.

In that instant, their eyes met.

Lu Chao had already erupted with his full strength, crossing a dozen meters to arrive at his side.

Power surged through his right arm without restraint. The color of his fist visibly changed, shifting from a normal ruddy hue to the faint gray-white of solid rock.

Whoosh!!

A shrill whistle exploded out, and his spear-like punch drove forward without turning back. The instant his step planted firm, it blasted out violently, heading straight for Xu Peng's chest.

"Damn it!"

Xu Peng's expression changed drastically, and he finally snapped back to his senses.

A chill surged up, goosebumps rising all over his body.

In his panic, energy ran through his bionic prosthetic. He gripped the motorcycle helmet in his hand and used the momentum to block it in front of himself.

The next second.

Bang!!

The sturdy helmet exploded with a crash. Fragments of the visor and hard-rubber shell sprayed in every direction, slicing across his face.

A full-force strike at Combat Grade, two hundred kilograms of explosive power, was poured out completely in that moment, savagely tearing through all protection.

Then the White Rock Fist broke through the obstruction, carrying its remaining force as it violently slammed into Xu Peng's chest and abdomen.

Crack!

There was a crisp sound like bones splitting, and even the fingers of his bionic right arm twisted, sparks hissing from them.

Immediately after.

Before the other man could be sent flying off the ground, Lu Chao reached out with the five fingers of his left hand, like an eagle's talons, and grabbed the back of his head.

Then, his face cold and hard, he viciously yanked the man's head and smashed it toward the truck door to the side.

Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang!!

Again and again, the truck door visibly twisted out of shape, caving inward.

Blood sprayed and dripped down, leaving ink-splash-like traces across the dented door.

The sight left the surrounding Rock Gang members frozen in place, their eyes wide.

Everything had happened in a flash. Only after four or five seconds did all the movement disappear.

Xu Peng's eye corners were swollen, his wet hair and head covered in blood, and Lu Chao tossed him aside.

Bang!

He crashed to the ground, knocking over several black motor oil bottles.

Dust and debris flew up from the floor. Black motor oil flowed out, finally mixing together with the blood.