Chapter 439: The Show-Off Succeeds
Chapter 439: The Show-Off Succeeds
“Wait!”
Before Han Sen could act, a man stepped forward to stop him.
“The Special Operations Bureau chief left clearly to test us. Those outside are rejected trash. Only we qualify!”
The speaker was a middle-aged man with stubble, wearing a black suit over white shirt like a real estate agent. His shiny bald head ruined any credibility. This was one of three B-rank strong individuals Han Sen had sensed earlier.
“What do you know?”
“Just speculation. Though no proof exists, I advise the Taoist priest against rash actions. Don’t lose your chance.” The bald man appeared fierce but kept polite tone.
“Baldy! If you’re here to spout nonsense, get lost!”
Wang Bo had recently reached B-rank himself. The bald man’s energy felt similar – both around level 100, maybe one or two points difference. In actual combat, Wang Bo might still win.
“Baldy?!”
The bald man stiffened. As B-rank strong individual, he commanded respect everywhere except Capital City’s Special Operations Bureau. Elsewhere, he’d be shining star.
As they argued, the room’s large screen flickered on.
The missing bureau chief appeared digitally as iron door slammed shut. Han Sen paused, deciding to observe first. Let the test happen, as long as it didn’t block his moment.
“Seems everyone’s present.”
The chief glanced at two dozen people. His gaze suggested hidden surveillance cameras.
“Too scared to face us?” sneered the boot-wearing young woman.
“You’re elites specially approved for Blood Buddha operation,” the chief continued, ignoring complaints.
“This how you treat elites? Special Operations Bureau sure acts high!” The Old Man among B-rank trio grumbled.
“Blood Buddha’s danger level: conservative estimate B-rank peak, possibly A-rank.” The chief pressed on despite growing discontent.
“To ensure plan success and verify your strength, ten special tablets with single-user spiritual imprints are hidden here. Obtain one to qualify. Weaklings get nothing…”
Someone snorted.
“Madman! You forced us here! Who wants to fight Blood Buddha?”
Without bureau’s threats, none would’ve come to Capital City. Blood Buddha troubled even Special Operations Bureau – messing with such foe meant gambling lives.
“Benefits exist. Besides money and positions, we offer newly developed ascending potions effective below A-rank.”
The bureau had anticipated their mentality. Potions enabling Awakened Ones to break through levels? That bait worked.
B-rank Awakened Ones especially would fight viciously. Only high-level Awakened Ones understood breakthrough difficulties – pure luck normally. Yet bureau somehow created potions defying this logic.
“Alright, the selection began. Whether you could get the potion depended on your own skills.”
After the leader on the screen finished speaking, the display went dark.
Blacked out.
The previously relaxed crowd tensed up. Earlier, they’d just been spectators. But now, with promotion potions at stake, everyone grew eager.
There were ten tablets, yet only four B-rank individuals including Wang Bo.
That left six up for grabs!
Bang!
While others hesitated, Han Sen—closest to the platform—shattered the glass with one strike and snatched a tablet.
“Drop it!”
“How dare he act first!”
Several peak C-rank Awakened Ones lunged at Han Sen.
This was exactly what he’d wanted.
What were promotion potions compared to energy points? Others fought desperately for those vials, but to Han Sen, they were worthless. With enough energy points, he could tear the sky apart. All he needed was a stage to show off—and these two fools provided it.
As the attackers closed in, Han Sen grinned and slapped them twice.
Smack! Smack!
The men saw a blur before their faces imploded as if struck by locomotives. Teeth flew, cheeks caved.
They charged forward but flew back faster.
Bystanders only saw them rush in and hurtle outward. Even the three B-rank experts stiffened—Han Sen’s speed was terrifying!
“Any more objections?”
Han Sen shook his hand casually, voice calm.
Since surpassing double-digit strength, this was his first real fight. Pure physical power already crushed C-rank Awakened Ones. Though not officially B-rank, he reckoned even Old Wang might lose to him. And those two Black Donkey Pellets in his pocket? Detonating them would light up the sky.
“Worthy of standing beside Wang Bo! Those moves earned my respect, Han Sen.”
A bald man thumped his chest, first to acknowledge him.
Ding!
Energy points +7
Han Sen relaxed.
Higher-tier Awakened Ones indeed gave more energy. He’d cracked the system’s pattern.
“Just this junk info?”
While others marveled, the booted woman grabbed the second tablet. Devices were spirit-locked—unauthorized users saw only black screens.
“Move out.”
Apart from Han Sen, the B-rank experts each took a tablet. Nobody dared interfere.
Wang Bo checked his tablet’s basics, then headed for the next location. Han Sen saw little detail—just the next gathering spot. Clearly, the Special Operations Bureau kept plans close, revealing only crumbs at a time.