Chapter 104: Was My Act Really That Bad?
Chapter 104: Was My Act Really That Bad?
This big man stood at least over two meters tall, with a very strong build. His muscles bulged against the light leather armor he wore, looking as if they were about to burst—he resembled a giant bear or a solid wall standing there.
He looked at Sun Fei with the expression of a cat eyeing a mouse, a slight smirk curling at the corner of his mouth, not bothering to hide his mocking expression.
No wonder he acted so arrogantly.
According to the information they had obtained earlier, the king of the tiny Shampoo City was merely a Three-Star Warrior. Although Okocha later suspected that the mysterious Four-Star Level expert might be this very guy, he refused to believe that anyone in this world could advance from Three-Star Level to Four-Star Level in less than half a month.
That was completely ridiculous!
So Obina sent him to test Sun Fei’s skills, and he had openly chased after Sun Fei without any attempt at concealment.
In his view, Sun Fei leading him into this narrow alley was simply walking right into a trap.
However, before testing the strength of this foolish little king, he saw no harm in using the strength of a lowly guard to thoroughly humiliate the dignity of this seemingly lofty king. For a twisted individual like him, nothing brought greater satisfaction than tormenting those high and mighty royals.
So, as he spoke, he blatantly displayed his power. In merely an instant, a surge of power flowed toward Sun Fei—this was a force that could make the earth tremble. Everything touched by the orange flames turned yellow. In such conditions, he could freely control any soil or rock within fifty meters of his body.
He was an earth elemental expert.
His name was He Shengzhen.
In the Thrace Kingdom, his strength ranked among the top three in the entire nation.
Under his massive palms, countless skulls had been crushed to pieces—among them defenseless children, charming beauties, the elderly, commoners, Nobles… He had even been ordered to viciously kill a little Prince of the Thrace Kingdom. That was a masterpiece he could never forget; he made that clear-eyed six-year-old little Prince wail beside him for ten full days and nights before finally dying. The poor little fellow had not a single intact bone left in his body by the end, his form reduced to a pile of blackened, foul, and nauseating minced flesh.
He had fashioned the little Prince’s skull into a small wine cup, which he carried with him at all times, using it to drink wine.
Soon, He Shengzhen saw exactly what he had hoped to see—
After he slightly revealed his Four-Star Level initial stage Might, the little king’s earlier confidence melted away like snow under scorching heat, vanishing in an instant. His face changed dramatically, confidence turning into panic. Though he tried hard to calm himself, He Shengzhen saw the little king’s legs beginning to tremble; he was already looking around, clearly planning to escape.
Truly a waste.
“Thinking of running?”
He Shengzhen crossed his arms, took a firm step forward, the mockery on his face becoming even more pronounced.
“You… who are you? What do you want?” The poor fellow spoke, trembling, and what made He Shengzhen want to vomit blood was that the guy actually crossed his arms over his chest, as if he were going to do something to him.
“Me?”
Seeing this, He Shengzhen felt even more certain of his earlier assumption. He bit a blade of grass between his teeth and, with a breath through his teeth, disdainfully glanced at the little king. “Little guy, I’m a killer who takes money for lives. I’ve stopped you here—what do you think I want?”
He was deliberately scaring the poor soul before him.
“Ah… you… kill… kill me?” The Little King trembled even more violently, like a frightened rabbit, screaming, his face instantly pale as he stared incredulously at the giant man. “Do you know who I am? I am the King of Shampoo City! How dare you kill a King?”
Idiot.
He Shengzhen couldn’t even be bothered to say anything more to this Little King.
Some people simply lacked the most basic self-awareness, living in their own self-righteous worlds. The privileges they were born with made them complacent and arrogant, making it hard for them to understand that without those privileges, they were nothing. What a pitiful state.
And the Little King before him was precisely that kind of naive and pathetic individual.
He Shengzhen crossed his arms and stepped forward, one step at a time.
Of course, he didn’t actually intend to kill this Little King—after all, in the upcoming plan, this small kingdom was a crucial piece. If he died and ruined that person’s plan, He Shengzhen couldn’t bear the consequences.
He was simply enjoying the sight of a king wailing and struggling before him.
“Aaaah… you… don’t come any closer… what do you want?” The Little King stepped back repeatedly, his face as pale as a little white rabbit cornered by a big gray wolf in a dead-end alley, trembling as he spoke. “Why kill me? Who sent you? Tell me… there must be some misunderstanding!”
He Shengzhen closed in step by step.
Orange Combat Energy Flames flickered unsteadily at his feet. His Four-Star Level Earth Elemental Combat Aura was in full display; wherever he stepped, the hard stones on the ground turned soft and sticky, almost like marshland—this was the power of a Four-Star Warrior, capable of altering the battlefield and creating a more favorable fighting environment.
“Who sent you to kill me?” The Little King trembled worse than ever; under the sharp killing intent, his mind seemed on the verge of collapse. Hysterically, he kept repeating the same question.
Unfortunately, no matter how arrogant he was, He Shengzhen wouldn’t answer that question.
Because he wasn’t actually here to kill him.
But right at that moment, something strange happened—
When He Shengzhen, with his deliberately intimidating presence, closed to within less than ten meters of the Little King, his expression suddenly froze.
Because he suddenly saw the trembling Little King’s facial expression shift from terror to… disappointment.
Yes, the kind of disappointment a child shows after throwing a tantrum and not getting comforted by their parents.
Before he could react, the Little King rubbed his chin and sighed, “Ah, this is no fun. I didn’t get any useful information at all… Hey, Xiao Hei, tell me, was my acting really that bad just now?”
Woof woof woof!
The Big Black Dog, which had been lying not far behind Sun Fei watching the scene unfold like a play, let out a bored yawn and barked a few times. Its sly, large eyes looked at Sun Fei with disdain, as if urging—hurry up and deal with this trouble so we can return to the Royal Palace; this dog hasn’t had dinner yet tonight.
“Forget it…” Sun Fei looked at He Shengzhen with great dissatisfaction; gone was the earlier terrified and cowering demeanor. In an instant, he transformed from prey to hunter, cracking his knuckles and shaking his fists. “Since you’re so uncooperative, I’ll switch to another method—using my fists to communicate with you!”
He Shengzhen’s face turned cold, filled with contempt. “With just you?”
Sun Fei didn’t speak.
He began to step forward.
He Shengzhen’s expression soon became troubled.
Because with each step Sun Fei took, his aura surged exponentially. A powerful, wild energy climbed from the peak of Two-Star Level upward. By the time he took his fifth step, the strength he displayed was no less than He Shengzhen’s Four-Star Level initial stage Earth Elemental Combat Aura. Though no dazzling Combat Energy Flames erupted from his body, this fierce aura made He Shengzhen feel an immense sense of danger.
He had been tricked!
He Shengzhen’s heart began to sink.
Only then did he realize that he had become a laughingstock.
Thinking he had taken control from the start, playing with his prey like a cat with a mouse, and just moments ago laughing at others for their lack of self-awareness—who would have thought that in the end, it turned out he had been performing like a clown all along. Meanwhile, the man and dog before him were simply acting out a scene—one performing, the other watching.
Especially the mocking look in that huge black dog’s eyes gave He Shengzhen the illusion that he wasn’t even worth as much as a dog.
“You—are—asking—for—death!”
When that string of inferiority and pride in his heart was viciously plucked, He Shengzhen suddenly fell into an unprecedented frenzy—like a bear interrupted while relieving itself, poked in the rear with a small stick. He roared, his body erupting with wild orange Combat Energy Flames, resembling a high-wattage dim yellow light bulb, casting a poetic beauty over the narrow alley. Then, his body shot forward like a cannonball, his fists striking at Sun Fei like lightning.
Sun Fei took a step forward, raising his own fists to meet the attack.
Boom!
Four fists collided in mid-air with no fancy tricks.
For a moment, it seemed as if time itself paused slightly. Then, the entire narrow alley began to shake; the orange Combat Energy Flames shattered. A visible, fine tremor rippled from He Shengzhen’s fists, rushing up his arms…
Accompanying the tremor was a series of cracking sounds—the sound of bones breaking.
Then, He Shengzhen’s huge body flew backward like a torn sack, wobbling unsteadily, faster than when he had charged forward.
Blood sprayed out.