The Rogue Villager Chen Erbao

A dark wind moaned as a torrential downpour blotted out the sky, shrouding the entirety of Banna City.

In a remote courtyard on the city's outskirts.

Within the sprawling three-courtyard residence, men in black were everywhere, standing guard and patrolling. In the innermost room, a bare-chested Charles wore a solemn expression, his eyes shut tight.

The roughly ten-square-meter room was bare, save for a wooden table in the very center.

The overhead beams and the surrounding doors and windows were plastered with a dense layer of talisman paper, each covered in powerful, flowing script that formed strange symbols.

Outside, thunder and lightning raged. Flashes flickered within the clouds until, at one moment, a bolt of lightning struck, illuminating the world for an instant.

Charles's eyes snapped open, and he stared at the table before him.

On it sat a bizarre statue. In front of the statue was a plate holding two short strands of black hair.

A stream of strange syllables spilled from Charles's lips as his hands continuously formed profound and complex Seal Decisions. In the next moment, the two strands of hair on the plate actually floated into the air.

The statue's face was blurry, but one could faintly make out its exposed fangs and crimson eyes.

With an abrupt point of his Seal Decision, two plumes of black mist drifted out from the statue and began to slowly revolve around the strands of hair.

The black mist roiled, resembling a man-eating maw, poised to strike.

...

「Inside the Steel Mill.」

As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, Lu Mountain lay on the ground, his breathing as faint as a silk thread, already unconscious. Nearby, Gu Li, blood trickling from his mouth, struggled to his feet.

"Die!"

Chen Erbao's explosive roar drew everyone's attention.

"It's him!"

The moment Xia Qingxue and Song Yao saw Chen Erbao, they both froze, unable to comprehend why he was here.

Xia Qingxue, in particular, seemed to recall their accidental encounter the other day, and a faint blush rose on her pale cheeks.

Chen Erbao's figure was ethereal and unpredictable as he charged toward Chen Sheng. In the blink of an eye, he was before him, the longsword in his hand glinting with a cold light as he thrust it forward.

Startled by Chen Erbao's speed, Chen Sheng hastily blocked, but he had clearly underestimated Chen Erbao's strength.

His arm went numb. He retreated in horror, brandishing his Dagger and tapping it against Chen Erbao's longsword again.

CRACK!

With a crisp sound, the sharp Dagger collided with Chen Erbao's longsword and snapped in two.

Chen Erbao's longsword, however, followed like a shadow, stabbing toward Chen Sheng's chest.

Scared out of his wits, Chen Sheng retreated repeatedly, then abruptly clapped his hands together, catching Chen Erbao's blade between them.

A cold sneer played on Chen Erbao's lips. He gripped the hilt and twisted hard. Empowered by his Spiritual Power, the sharp sword energy instantly mangled the flesh of Chen Sheng's palms.

"What a sharp sword!"

Chen Sheng cried out in alarm and kicked at Chen Erbao's hands on the sword.

But how could Chen Erbao let him succeed? With a light tap of his feet, he launched himself into the air and brought his sword down in another chop.

The attack from above instantly put Chen Sheng at a disadvantage. He snatched a piece of rebar from nearby to meet the blow, but when the two collided, the incredibly hard rebar was sliced clean through by the longsword, the cut surface as smooth and neat as if it were tofu!

As Chen Erbao descended, he threw a straight kick that stirred up a fierce wind.

Chen Sheng pressed down with both hands to block, but in the next instant, his expression changed dramatically.

A vast force traveled from Chen Erbao's leg into his body, instantly numbing both his arms. A moment later, he was sent flying like a discarded rag.

"Cough, cough… cough!"

Chen Sheng crashed to the ground. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared at Chen Erbao, unwilling to accept defeat.

"Who… who the hell are you?"

"Call me Lei Feng."

Chen Erbao flicked his longsword clean and walked toward Chen Sheng step by step.

Hearing Chen Erbao's words, Chen Sheng's hatred surged.

Success had been within his grasp, only to be forcefully snatched away by this Chen Erbao who had appeared out of nowhere.

'He hated this! He couldn't accept it!'

"You're just relying on a sharp weapon! If you have real skill, do you dare fight me in close combat?!" Chen Sheng snarled.

It was a clumsy taunt, and of course, Chen Erbao saw right through it.

He held the sword in one hand, then gently thrust it into the ground. The longsword sank into the concrete floor.

He gave a brilliant smile, rubbing his fists together as his knuckles let out a series of crisp cracks.

"Alright. As it happens, I've recently been practicing a new Fist Technique…"

From their exchange, he was already very clear about Chen Sheng's strength—roughly at the Peak of Third Layer of Qi Refining.

'Even if our Realms were the same, my chances of winning would be higher. Not to mention, I'm at the Qi Refining Fourth Layer now and have also cultivated the Dragon Elephant Divine Fist and Misty Step.'

'A single punch with the Power of Three Elephants—who could withstand that?'

Seeing Chen Erbao actually toss aside his weapon, Chen Sheng's face lit up with joy, and he scrambled to his feet.

'Although Chen Erbao is stronger than me, without that ridiculously sharp longsword, I still have a chance of winning!'

When Hua Yueqing and the others saw Chen Erbao actually put down his longsword, their expressions immediately changed.

"Don't fall for it! It's a taunt!"

"Mr. Chen… don't give him the chance!" Xia Qingxue also called out weakly.

Chen Erbao looked back at the two women and waved his hand. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Bare-handed combat is what I'm best at!"

Seeing Chen Erbao so full of confidence, the two women could only regulate their breathing and recover where they stood, still a bit worried.

"Kid, in a moment, you'll find that putting down that sword was the biggest regret of your life."

Chen Sheng took a deep breath, his eyes gradually calming.

In the fierce battle, his long robe had been torn to shreds, revealing the face hidden beneath it.

His face was covered in festering pustules, some of which were even weeping pus. It was a horrifying sight.

Chen Erbao frowned. "What the fuck, do you have syphilis?"

The sight of Chen Sheng's face was honestly making him nauseous.

Hua Yueqing and Xia Qingxue also turned their heads away in disgust.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Chen Sheng clearly became agitated. His expression grew more ferocious, and the pustules on his face quivered.

"What do you people understand?! This is a contribution I've made for a future of infinite glory… for the arrival of the Heavenly God!"

"What fucking Heavenly God? You barely look human and you're talking about welcoming some god… You're nuts."

Chen Erbao couldn't be bothered to waste any more time talking to him. He raised his hand and struck.

The wind from his fist was like a blade, whistling as it shot toward Chen Sheng's chest.

A crazed look appeared in Chen Sheng's eyes. Seemingly enraged by Chen Erbao's words, he roared and, without dodging or evading, threw a punch of his own.

BANG!

The two fists collided, and the surroundings suddenly fell silent.

A powerful shockwave rippled out from the two of them, spreading in all directions.

Pfft!

Disbelief filled Chen Sheng's eyes. His arm held for only an instant before it was driven backward. The bones in his shoulder snapped with a crack, piercing through the skin to reveal glistening white, splintered bone!

An entire arm, directly broken by Chen Erbao.

"Ah…"

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