Wang Bing's arrogant expression turned to shock. In that instant, he felt as though he had become a rabbit under the gaze of a ravenous tiger.
Something as intangible as killing intent almost seemed to pierce him through that stare.
Wang Zhuo walked into the arena with his hands in his pockets, his muscles taut. The space around him faintly distorted, and he was like a tiger or leopard, seemingly ready to strike at any moment.
"Sorry, sorry, giving you a show of force right off the bat~"
"You son of a bitch, trying to play spooky tricks on me? Some bastard from who knows where!" Wang Bing immediately used Spirit Summoning and Sending. Yin energy coiled around him, and black qi covered his palms.
Rather than getting angry, Wang Zhuo laughed. "Hahaha, I love people like you. Your sort-I can beat you to death without feeling burdened."
Beat him to death?!
He had threatened to beat Wang Ai's grandson to death right in front of Wang Ai, one of the Ten Elders.
Every spectator wondered whether they were hearing things. Anyone who threatened a man's grandson's life to his face was either a lunatic or an idiot.
Wang Ai's old face was dark as a storm. If Zhang Zhiwei had not been beside him, he would have erupted already.
Come on, man, are you really that fearless?!!
Zhang Chulan already regretted knowing him. Where the hell had this walking calamity come from, daring to antagonize Wang Ai, one of the Ten Elders, right off the bat?
Even if he did not understand the weight the Ten Elders carried, he still knew what the Four Great Families of the extraordinary world represented!
To be called one of the Four Great Families was enough to show how ruthless their methods were.
Among all those shocked people, only Feng Zhenghao remained expressionless.
If it's this kid, then there really is no problem.
Meanwhile, a storm had already erupted in Feng Zhenghao's mind: another version of Spirit Summoning and Sending that had never been passed down in the Feng Family!
His initial mood of enjoying the show vanished completely. In his mind, he began working through all the information-the Wang Family, the Thirty-Six Thieves, the Eight Extraordinary Skills.
Wang Bing lunged in for the kill, his face twisted. "Bull-fucking-shit! Anyone who could hurt me, Wang Bing, hasn't been born yet!"
Yet Wang Zhuo merely dodged swiftly, continuously exchanging and countering moves with him, which only enraged Wang Bing further.
"You lowlife bottom-feeders really think you can spend a dozen years slogging away, learn a few tricks, and become someone above the rest?"
"You were born the lowest of the low, and you'll never rise above it your whole lives!"
"From the moment you were born, you were destined to be trampled! Beneath my feet!!!"
The chill emanating from Wang Bing surged wildly. Like a tiger pouncing and biting, his palms clawed toward his opponent's vital points.
Smack!
Less than half a meter from Wang Zhuo, Wang Bing's claw strike was blocked by an invisible wall.
Wang Bing, who had been brimming with murderous intent a moment earlier, stared at him in disbelief, his pupils trembling violently.
"You! What trick did you use?!"
His answer was a palm thrust.
Smack!
The strike was too fast for the naked eye to catch. Wang Zhuo's entire left arm seemed to vanish in an instant.
"Bleurgh!" Wang Bing spewed blood and flew backward like a cannonball.
Lightning wrapped around Wang Zhuo. Amid its piercing crackle, he instantly appeared beside Wang Bing, slammed a high kick into his spine, then drove his elbow into his abdomen.
Wang Bing crashed to the ground, vomiting blood.
His brain frantically struggled to send signals, trying to make his body react and strike back.
But Wang Zhuo gave him no time to breathe, delivering three straight jabs to his face.
Smack, smack, smack!
Wang Zhuo grabbed his ankle with his right hand and, using his wrist strength, swung the grown man's body up onto his shoulder.
He gazed calmly at the sky, ignoring the looks of everyone around him, as though they had seen a ghost.
"Stop going on about your old days. Want to hear about mine?" Wang Zhuo asked and answered his own question.
"A master I knew had a move. It wasn't an extraordinary technique, but it's stayed fresh in my memory to this day, especially after I tried it myself."
"Wang Bing, I hope you survive this move. It would be such a shame if you died."
Under these extreme circumstances, Wang Bing's trembling pupils settled back into place. Coming to his senses, he tried to fight back. "You damned animal, let me go! Otherwise, I swear I'll make you wish you were dead!"
Whoosh!
Wang Zhuo's left fist shot forward, hitting Wang Bing squarely in the face and sending blood gushing from his nose.
Under the gazes of countless people inside and outside the arena, he smiled. "This move is called Formalwear~!"
Swish!
Before countless nearly horrified gazes, Wang Zhuo did not mobilize even a trace of qi. He relied entirely on his terrifying wrist strength!
He used Wang Bing as a pair of human nunchucks, whipping and swinging him through the air so fast that only afterimages remained.
The only thing people could catch with the naked eye was the blood gushing from Wang Bing's nose, forming a huge, bizarre suit of formalwear around him!
"Gulp..." Zhang Chulan swallowed nonexistent saliva, his entire mouth utterly dry.
He simply could not imagine how terrifying the force had to be to take an adult man, a grown man weighing at least around sixty kilograms-
And swing him around in one hand like nunchucks.
Leaving aside what conditions that required, the strength and stamina alone were already beyond what a normal person could achieve.
Even if someone could swing him, their speed would be limited. But this man was already spinning him fast enough to leave afterimages!
Strength plus speed.
In other words, the physical capabilities of this Liu Guanyi before him had already surpassed the limits of all athletes.
"Is this kid really human?"
Xu San and Xu Si's eyes nearly bulged out of their heads. The indescribable sight before them was simply too shocking and terrifying.
Even though they were higher up than the arena, everyone had the same premonition.
If this Liu Guanyi lost his grip-
Then Wang Bing would absolutely come flying up like a cannonball.
Getting crippled by the impact would count as a minor injury!
Anyone actually struck by a human projectile thrown with that much force would definitely be reduced to pulp!
Feng Zhenghao stiffly adjusted his glasses, inwardly horrified.
How can this kid be this terrifying? Could the higher-ups be displeased with us and have specially trained him to deal with us extraordinary people?
Once that thought arose, he could no longer shake it.
Those not of our kind were bound to think differently. And the divide between extraordinary people and ordinary people went beyond what sharing the same kind could encompass.
"Stop right now!" Wang Ai could no longer hold back and moved to rush down from the stands to save his grandson.
But Feng Zhenghao's arm met him.
"You little bastard, what do you think you're doing? You've only just become one of the Ten Elders, and you're already rebelling?!"
Wang Ai glared furiously and cursed him, but Feng Zhenghao remained expressionless, his lips moving slightly as he said something.
The furious Wang Ai instantly wilted like an old cabbage. He hurriedly looked down. "We concede! Wang Bing of the Wang Family concedes and forfeits!!!"
"Stop already!!"
Lu Jin, who had also intended to stop him, snorted coldly and continued watching the scene below.
"Youngsters these days really don't know how to hold back."
Li Yanzi said, "Wang Zhuo, do them the courtesy. You've made enough of a show of force."
Hearing the order, Wang Zhuo drew his hand back and set Wang Bing, who had long since passed out, securely on the ground.
"All right. Since Old Master Wang has spoken, we'll leave it at that."
[Mission complete. Distributing reward.]
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