"At this price, you can buy two lives. Be content, Zhang Zehu," said Wu Tong, the curator of the Limit Hall, with a smile.
Although Zhang Junbao wasn't a martial artist when this happened, he's now a genius at his Limits Dojo, so how can he be measured by ordinary standards?
You! Zhang Junbao!
I'll give you a price, fifty million, and we'll call it even. Consider it giving me Mountain-Splitting Tiger, some face!
Zhang Zehu gritted his teeth and stated his conditions firmly.
"Tsk tsk tsk, fifty million?"
You really have the nerve to say that.
Uncle Wu, what is a ' Mountain-Splitting Cat '? Do you know what it is?
Zhang Junbao was amused, while Zhang Zehu hadn't quite grasped the current situation.
That's true. He's only been back for a short time, and outsiders don't know his strength. All Zhang Zehu knows is that he just passed the martial arts assessment.
"I don't know what it is either, I've never heard of it!" Wu Tong said with a smile.
Zhang Zehu's outburst at the entrance of their Limits Dojo Academy's family compound was already excessive. Now, he actually wants to buy his brother and nephew's lives for 50 million? Where does he get the nerve?
Do you really think the people at the Limits Dojo are easy to bully?
Are they treating this place like a farmers' market?
Zhang Zehu's attitude also greatly displeased Wu Tong. If Luo Feng hadn't stopped him earlier, would he have intended to barge into Zhang Junbao's house and threaten his family?
The families of martial artists are the most precious possessions in every martial artist's heart, and no one is allowed to touch them.
"Kid, being a martial artist isn't easy! And making money isn't easy either!"
You'll know how terrifying monsters are once you leave the Base City.
The various dangerous situations could occur so suddenly. It was nothing like the monster town in the military region, where the monsters were all domesticated and had the weakest wildness.
"I hope you don't die so soon, otherwise how will you play with Laozi in the future? By the way, just a heads-up, I'm not far from reaching the War General Level. How long will it take you to reach that War General Level? And can you even live that long?"
Zhang Zehu looked at Zhang Junbao with a cold smile. He knew that the negotiations had fallen apart, and with people from the Limits Dojo all around, continuing the commotion would not do him any good.
"Oh? Is this a warning from ' Mountain-Splitting Cat '?"
Monsters are terrifying! I bet you're about to wet your pants from fear. All you do is swagger around in front of ordinary humans. Is that what you call a martial artist?
Truly deserving of the title ' Mountain-Splitting Cat '!
Zhang Zehu wanted to leave, but that depended on Zhang Junbao's approval. Since he was already there, he might as well deal with it directly; letting the enemy leave was not his habit.
However, human society has its own rules, and no one is allowed to use force in the residential community.
Zhang Junbao would naturally not strike first, but if it was self-defense to protect his family, that would be a different story.
"Kid, I'd rather give the country two hundred million to make my brother and nephew one-star citizens than give you a single penny."
"When you truly witness the brutality of the Wilderness Zone, don't blame me for not warning you."
If Zhang Zehu refuses to reach an agreement with Zhang Junbao, then the only solution is for him to donate 200 million yuan to the state for his elder brother and nephew, 100 million yuan each, so that their national contribution points can reach the first-level.
As a one-star citizen, his elder brother and nephew have privileges and will not be sentenced to too many years in prison for simple conflicts.
Zhang Zehu turned to leave, but heard Zhang Junbao speak behind him.
"The Mountain-Splitting Cat's intelligence is really lacking. Murdering a martial artist, instigating the secret murder of a martial artist's family, and threatening a martial artist's family with force—these are crimes that a one-star citizen can not be pardoned for."
It should be at least three stars, otherwise it'll have to be shot.
Two three-star units only cost 20 billion, which is nothing to you, ' Mountain-Splitting Cat,' a powerful Advanced Warrior, right?
Zhang Junbao said with a cold laugh, a glint of silver flashing in his eyes, but no one at the scene noticed.
Provoked, Zhang Zehu's anger exploded, and he had only one thought in his mind: to kill Zhang Junbao and settle the matter. He could not suppress it no matter what.
"What did you say? You dare to slander my elder brother and my nephew?" Zhang Zehu turned around, his face full of ferocity, his expression as if he wanted to tear Zhang Junbao apart.
"You dare say this wasn't done by your family? Believe me, I'll show you the evidence!" Zhang Junbao wasn't intimidated at all. He had seen many demonic beasts, even Lord-level, so how could he be scared by Zhang Zehu, a mere Warrior Level beast?
" Junbao, are you serious? If this is true, then we can't let Zhang Zehu leave. Daring to harm the families of martial artists will surely invite an attack from all martial artists!"
Upon hearing Zhang Junbao's words, Wu Tong realized the seriousness of the situation. Standing beside Zhang Junbao, he stared intently at Zhang Zehu.
Meanwhile, the other martial artists intentionally or unintentionally bypassed Zhang Zehu, blocking his retreat and surrounding him in the crowd.
Zhang Zehu thought he was meticulous in his work, but he never expected that Zhang Junbao would be able to find something on him.
His eyes gleamed with a fierce light, and were bloodshot.
"It's all Zhang Junbao's fault! He got my brother and Haobai in jail, and he even dared to threaten me! That damned brat!"
Wu Tong suddenly noticed that Zhang Zehu had lowered his body and clenched his fists, actually assuming an attack stance.
" Zhang Zehu, what do you think you're doing?" Wu Tong shouted, but Zhang Zehu ignored his warning and attacked Zhang Junbao.
"You brat, you've gone too far!"
Zhang Zehu lived up to his name, attacking like a tiger descending from the mountain to pounce on its prey. Since he had entered the residential area, he hadn't brought his weapon, War Blade.
However, as Advanced Warrior, his strength is terrifying even when he is unarmed. The punching power of an ordinary Advanced Warrior is over 4000kg, while Zhang Zehu is already very close to Junior War General, with a strength of 8000kg. Even a building would have a big hole punched through it if it were hit by his punch.
Martial artists at this level can already engage in close-quarters combat with demonic beasts of the same level, making them incredibly powerful.
Just as Wu Tong was about to make a move, he noticed Zhang Junbao blocking his way with one hand.
Meanwhile, Luo Feng's men had already drawn throwing knives, ready to attack at any moment.
" Uncle Wu, let me do it."
Zhang Junbao strolled leisurely, his feet barely moving, his entire figure becoming ethereal.
Zhang Zehu's powerful chop strike aimed at Zhang Junbao felt like a blow to a solid target, but it didn't feel like it hit anything.
"Is this... an afterimage?"
"What are you so proud of, being so slow?" Zhang Junbao's words suddenly appeared in Zhang Zehu's ears, and the hairs on his body stood on end, as if he were facing a death threat like that of Advanced Beast General.
"Since you're going to take action, you should be prepared to lose your hands."
Zhang Junbao's Death God -like murmur was like a knife, deeply etched into Zhang Zehu's mind.
Zhang Zehu's eyes were wide and bloodshot as he slashed fiercely behind him with his right hand, which transformed into a blade.
" Mountain-Splitting Blade!"
The power of this strike was terrifying; it even cleaved a visible crack in the air. In terms of sheer strength, he was already comparable to Junior War General.
But Zhang Junbao's voice came to his ears again, and Zhang Zehu discovered that he couldn't move his right hand.
"His strength is decent, but his ability to exert force is terrible, and his body coordination is severely lacking. He has brute strength but is actually dumber than a monster."
Suddenly, Zhang Junbao reappeared behind Zhang Zehu, grabbed his right arm with his right hand, and raised his left hand to deliver a chop to the ground.
"Pfft!"
Within the Mingyue Residential Area, blood splattered five steps away!
Covered in blood, Zhang Zehu knelt on the ground, his expression ferocious, his face flushed red, veins bulging all over his body, his left hand pressing tightly against his right shoulder, while his right arm had completely disappeared.
Even more terrifying, Zhang Zehu felt a cold hand pressing against his neck, ready to snap it at any moment.
The immense force emanating from that hand pinned him firmly to the ground, rendering him unable to move.
Upon hearing Zhang Zehu's outburst, the security guards in the residential compound rushed over with their guns drawn.
"Don't move! Fighting is prohibited within the Warrior Residential Area!"
The guard captain, sweating profusely, stared at the scene before him, and even he, usually so calm, was momentarily at a loss for what to do.