Enduring for Now Was Only for a Better Victory

But those words truly enraged Taunt Bro. "Y-you're at an advantage, so your taunting is one thing. But you're at a disadvantage now—practically losing—and you still dare taunt me? Do you think my punches are too light?"

He could not endure it any longer, so he charged at Zhou Yang again.

The two became entangled in battle once more. This time, Taunt Bro attacked Zhou Yang like a madman, seemingly determined to make him understand just how formidable he was.

But this was exactly the effect Zhou Yang wanted. He deliberately showed weakness, even exposing openings so his opponent could land attacks. At the same time, he put on expressions of apparent pain to numb his opponent's vigilance and make him believe Zhou Yang was nearing the limits of his endurance. Meanwhile, Zhou Yang familiarized himself with every aspect of his abilities, striving to master them completely.

Watching Zhou Yang retreat step by step, Taunt Bro's attacks grew even fiercer. His fists and kicks continuously left wounds on Zhou Yang's body. As Zhou Yang accumulated more injuries and his muffled groans grew louder, Taunt Bro became increasingly excited, as if torturing someone like this gave him supreme pleasure.

At this point, Shi and Rain at the edge of the field were already preparing to intervene. In their view, with injuries piling up like this, Zhou Yang could face mortal danger at any moment. Hanzo had instructed them to save him at the critical moment. If Zhou Yang were killed right under Hanzo's nose, it would not merely be embarrassing—it would mean the mission had failed.

The two nodded at each other, both feeling that it was about time. Just as they were about to rush over, Hanzo suddenly raised a hand and blocked their path. The sight shocked them. Why was that? Had Zhou Yang somehow offended Lord Hanzo just now, causing Hanzo to change his mind? So... forget it. Such matters were not for subordinates like them to speculate on.

By now, Zhou Yang was practically unrecognizable. His body was covered in wounds, and his face was bruised in several places as well. One of his eyes had swollen black, making him look even more like a panda.

After unleashing a string of attacks, Taunt Bro also felt somewhat exhausted. He even developed a little admiration for this five-year-old child. After taking a beating for a full ten minutes, he could still stand back up. But Taunt Bro had no intention of going easy on him. He wanted revenge for his teammates, and he also wanted to prove himself. So, he was about to unleash his killing blow.

After kicking Zhou Yang in the stomach, he grabbed the body that was falling backward and yanked him back. He then positioned his elbow directly in Zhou Yang's path. With a crack, his elbow struck bone. But it was not Zhou Yang's head.

"Have you had enough fun beating me?"

"H-how is this possible? How did you block my attack?" Taunt Bro stared as though he had seen a ghost at Zhou Yang, who had stopped his elbow with his palm.

Would Zhou Yang explain? Of course not. He had always adhered to one principle: the more one spoke, the more likely one was to slip up; the more one talked, the more likely one was to die. Countless villains had fallen because of their own trash talk. Although Zhou Yang did not consider himself a villain, who knew whether that rule only applied to villains?

Taunt Bro also knew that after being attacked so viciously, Zhou Yang was undoubtedly holding back a great deal of anger. He knew Zhou Yang's strength was terrifying; if he took a beating in return, he would lose at least half his life. So he wanted to surrender. But he never got the chance to open his mouth.

After blocking the elbow strike, Zhou Yang directly lifted Taunt Bro's elbow upward. As he did, his other hand followed. This hand was not clenched into a fist. Instead, his palm was stretched straight as he jabbed it directly into Taunt Bro's armpit, instantly causing his entire right arm to fall out of his control.

About twenty meters away, Qianbai, Taunt Bro's teammate, sensed that something was wrong when he saw him stop moving and immediately ran toward him. But he froze after taking only one step, because he had already seen Zhou Yang's elbow smash into his teammate's right cheek. Qianbai immediately began forming hand seals. At this stage, his ninjutsu would definitely arrive faster than he could.

After Zhou Yang struck his opponent's right cheek with his elbow, the hand gripping his body loosened from the impact. With his right cheek badly injured, Taunt Bro instantly lost the ability to resist, and his head bent toward the direction of the blow. In that instant, Zhou Yang straightened the hand he had used to strike him, and his fist shot out, hitting Taunt Bro's other cheek again.

With both sides of his face suffering attacks in rapid succession, Taunt Bro's head felt as if ten thousand bees were buzzing inside it. Blood also flowed from his nose and mouth, and he completely lost the ability to resist. Yet Zhou Yang had no intention of stopping. He was going to teach this motherless man a lesson. He would make him understand what he could do and what he could not.

Never having met his biological parents was already the subject Zhou Yang least wanted to mention. Yet this man had not only brought it up, but had also used it to insult him. Was that not adding fuel to the fire?

"Lightning Release: Lightning Senbon." With that low murmur, Qianbai immediately spat out six blue chakra needles resembling Senbon. This was also the limit of what he could produce.

The Senbon themselves did not possess much killing power, but because they were formed from lightning-element chakra, they could temporarily paralyze their target upon impact. This was Qianbai's method of stopping Zhou Yang's continued assault.

But Zhou Yang's physique far exceeded Qianbai's expectations. After the six Lightning Senbon pierced Zhou Yang's body, he only paused for one second. Yes, only one second. This resistance left Shi and Rain, who had already been confused by what they saw, even more bewildered. It also made Hanzo, who had been sitting steadily above, rise to his feet. All three looked as though they had seen a monster.

"Could this be some kind of special Bloodline Limit?"

Zhou Yang naturally did not know about the reactions of the three above. He was somewhat surprised by the lightning-style technique used by that person just now. Although it had only restrained him for one second, half of his body was still in a numb and tingling state.

"I didn't expect one of these three to possess lightning-element chakra. Sigh, after all, they are talented too."

In that tingling state, he could not gather his strength at all, so he could only give up on breaking this guy's arms or legs. Still, he chased after him and struck him a few more times, leaving the other two unable to judge his current condition and giving himself time to recover.

The facts proved that his plan had worked. Once Qianbai discovered that Zhou Yang could still attack, he gave up on charging toward him and even retreated several steps.

Zhou Yang was more than happy with that. He lightly kicked Taunt Bro away, pretending to give his opponent an opening. Then he bent one leg and sat down on the spot, resting his head against one hand. His current posture made it seem as though victory was already his and the entire situation was under his control.

After retreating, Qianbai saw that Zhou Yang had actually sat down on the spot and wondered if he was trying to lure him in by exposing such an opening. Then, after seeing Zhou Yang assume that all-controlling posture, he became certain that his earlier judgment had been correct. Zhou Yang had indeed been trying to lure him into close range.

"You're called Zhou Yang, right?"

"So what if I am?"

"I apologize, on behalf of myself and my teammates, for disrespecting you. You truly are a strong person."

"Oh? What, are you going to surrender?"