Chapter 42: This... Drama Queen!

Ending a night of "mopping up freebies"—pfft... ending a night of training!

After picking up the last of his attributes, Wang Teng exited the Polaris Martial Arts Hall and drove home along the coastal highway.

The Polaris Martial Arts Hall was built by the sea.

A highway ran along the coastline, and at night, there were almost no vehicles passing through.

Under the pitch-black night, it seemed exceptionally desolate.

Wang Teng was the last to leave; the other martial arts students had long since gone home.

Music played in the car.

The pulsating music dispelled the surrounding silence...

*Today I watch the snow drift through the cold night* *With a chilled heart, drifting far away* *Chasing through wind and rain, losing sight in the mist* *The sky is vast and the sea is wide, you and I* *Will we change? (Who isn't changing?)* ...

*Screech!*

A piercing sound of braking suddenly rang out, breaking the rhythm of the music.

Wang Teng managed to stop the car just in time. His body lunged forward due to inertia, but as a martial artist, his physical coordination was extraordinary, and he immediately forced himself to a halt.

The high beams illuminated the front: a large tree had fallen across the middle of the road.

At the same time, sitting on the trunk of the fallen tree was a silhouette whose features could not be discerned.

Wang Teng frowned.

This person looked like they came with ill intent.

It felt as if they were aimed directly at him.

Just as he was about to get out of the car, he remembered something and activated his [Spiritual Vision] eye.

A cluster of light, resembling a fifty-watt incandescent bulb, appeared in his field of vision...

Origin Power!

A Martial Artist!!

Wang Teng's heart skipped a beat. Why would a martial artist be looking for him? Who was the opponent? What was their purpose...

A flood of questions rushed into his mind.

However, judging by the intensity of the light feedback from his [Spiritual Vision] compared to himself, even if a fight broke out, he would not be afraid.

Wang Teng took out his battle sword, put on his gauntlets, and slowly stepped out of the car.

"Hand it over!" the person said suddenly, looking at Wang Teng.

"Hand what over? I don't think I know you!" Wang Teng said, puzzled.

"It doesn't matter if you know me or not, but hand over the things you obtained from Baoan Mountain, and I can spare your life," the person said coldly.

"What things from Baoan Mountain? I don't know what you're talking about." Wang Teng's heart sank.

How did this person know he was the one who took it?

The man let out a cold laugh, stood up, and walked toward Wang Teng. "You don't know? Then where did the sword and gauntlets on your hands come from?"

"I bought them, naturally," Wang Teng said calmly.

As the opponent approached, he finally saw clearly that it was a man in his thirties. His features were unremarkable, but his eyes were like those of a lone wolf, suggesting he was not a kind sort.

"Still acting tough even with death at your doorstep." The man brandished his phone. "Every member of our squad has a positioning system installed on their phones. You did a good job concealing your tracks—destroying the evidence so there's no proof—but unfortunately, you were foolish enough to bring their phones back with you."

*Damn it, there was a positioning device on the phones. I was careless!* Wang Teng cursed himself inwardly.

"Well? Nothing left to say? Tell me where the items are, and I'll decide to spare your life."

"I might as well tell you: I am a martial artist. Even if you, a mere martial apprentice, hold rune weapons, you cannot be my match."

"So, don't ruin yourself," the man said indifferently.

Wang Teng felt a sense of relief in his heart: *Fortunately, I've kept those two phones on me. Since this person just approached me, he probably doesn't know where my house is yet.*

On his face, however, he wore an expression of shock.

"A martial artist? You're actually a martial artist!"

"But... if I hand the things over, will you really let me go?"

Wang Teng channeled his inner actor, looking apprehensive, hesitant, and slightly fearful, as if caught in a difficult dilemma.

"Of course. You should be glad that I'm the only one here to handle this."

"If my other teammates found out, hehe, they wouldn't be as easy to talk to as I am," the man said.

"The others don't know?" Wang Teng looked up.

"No, only I know. So you don't have to worry about anyone else coming to trouble you." To make Wang Teng believe him, the man's expression appeared very sincere.

"Fine. I'll tell you, but you must guarantee my life."

Wang Teng gritted his teeth and finally gave a heavy nod.

He walked toward the opponent.

The man smiled. "Don't worry, I keep my word. As a martial artist, I wouldn't bother lying to a mere martial apprentice like you."

"That thing is kept in..."

When Wang Teng stepped within three meters of the man, his gaze sharpened. He stomped his foot and suddenly exploded forward.

The smile on the man's face instantly turned ferocious!

"You little brat, I knew you wouldn't be honest. I've been on guard against you all along. How could such petty schemes hide from me?"

"A mere martial apprentice!"

"Today, I'll show you the gap between a martial artist and a martial apprentice!"

The man threw a punch at Wang Teng, his fist covered in a layer of yellow origin power that felt heavy and dense.

Wang Teng swung his long sword.

Micro-level Basic Sword Technique!

He did not use any origin power when he struck.

However, at the moment the long sword collided with the opponent's fist, an explosive, scorching burst of origin power erupted.

*Boom!*

The two collided with a thunderous roar.

Wang Teng had used his full strength, while the opponent, viewing him as a mere apprentice, had only thrown a casual strike.

The difference in quality was clear!

*Slash!*

Muscle was severed, bone was cut, and blood sprayed high into the air.

The man's scream followed immediately.

"Ah!"

An arm was sliced off by Wang Teng.

The man, who had just been brimming with confidence as if everything were under control, now had a deathly pale face. His features were contorted with pain, his face filled with shock, rage, and disbelief.

"A martial artist!"

"You're actually a martial artist!!"

The man couldn't help but scream. He could never have imagined that this kid, who looked like nothing more than a high school student, was an actual martial artist.

Escape!

He had to escape!

Otherwise, he would die!!

Having lost an arm, the man's strength was greatly diminished. Knowing he was no match for Wang Teng, he turned to flee, fueled by intense resentment.

But he saw Wang Teng's face, filled with killing intent.

And those indifferent eyes.

There was no trace of hesitation or fear left; it had all been an act.

This... actor!

"You think you can run!"

Having cut off the man's arm with a single move, Wang Teng did not hesitate. He deployed his micro-level movement technique, his speed surging. His battle sword was wreathed in flames as he slashed toward the opponent.

"Kid, don't push your luck!" the man screamed in terror, dodging repeatedly.

Wang Teng remained unmoved, his movements following the man like a shadow, pressing him step by step.

But the opponent was clearly an experienced, seasoned martial artist; even while heavily injured, he still managed to hold on stubbornly.

*I can't drag this out too long!*

*End it quickly!*

Urgency gripped Wang Teng. In a flash of inspiration, he released his grip on the battle sword, hurling it toward the opponent.

*Whoosh!*

Carrying the power of flames, the battle sword shot forward like an arrow released from a crossbow.

The man's pupils instantly shrank to pinpricks. His hair stood on end as he threw his entire being into a side-step to dodge.

*Slash!*

The battle sword sliced across his chest, leaving a bloody wound surrounded by charred marks.

But he had ultimately dodged the strike.

"Huff, huff, huff!" The man gasped for air, feeling as though he had narrowly escaped death.

"Hahaha, you little brat, you can't kill me! Today..."

He laughed loudly, but before he could finish his sentence, a chilling gust of wind slammed into him from his right side.

He turned his head.

A fist, looking like a block of ice, rapidly expanded in his field of vision!

"Ice-type origin power!"

"NO!!!"

*My head hurts... I've already done my best!*

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(End of Chapter)