"Young Master, it's time to stop." Glasses had closed in on Fang Zhiyi like a ghost from behind. "The Dragon King's Palace has two hundred elite fighters inside and out. The White Dragon Enforcer you defeated was just one of the most ordinary among them."
Fang Zhiyi raised his elbow and swung backward, but Glasses blocked it effortlessly. "Even though your skills have improved greatly, against so many, the three of you combined wouldn’t stand a chance. I’m doing this for your own good, Young Master. Just surrender quietly. After your punishment, the Dragon King might still consider your father-son bond."
As soon as he finished speaking, an explosion echoed from outside.
Glasses was stunned.
His informants had confirmed that Fang Zhiyi had indeed brought only two people to Country J. Even the other passengers on their flight were just ordinary tourists.
"Who told you there were only three of us?"
"Impossible. Even Hua Country wouldn’t send people to join your reckless actions, would they? Crossing borders would mean provoking war."
Fang Zhiyi frowned—he hadn’t expected their infiltration to be so thorough!
Suddenly, he smirked. "That’s why the ones outside aren’t from Hua Country."
As the doors burst open, a cold-faced man stood at the entrance with his hands behind his back, flanked by several armed foreigners.
"Brother Fang, I’ve arrived as promised. Not too late, am I?"
Fang Zhiyi grinned. "Not at all."
The Old Dragon King studied the scene for a long moment before finally rising from his throne. "You must be the so-called 'God of War' who’s been making waves in the west lately?"
The God of War gave him a cold glance, tacitly acknowledging it.
"Your men only work for money, don’t they? Whatever he paid you, the Dragon King’s Palace will double it." The Old Dragon King realized things were slipping out of his control.
The God of War shook his head. "This job isn’t about money. I owe Brother Fang a favor."
Money was a small matter—favors were debts far harder to repay!
While Glasses was still processing this, Fang Zhiyi seized his throat. "By the way, I really don’t like the way you look at me."
Glasses panicked, summoning his inner strength to break free, only to realize the Young Master was far stronger than he’d imagined—almost on par with the Old Dragon King himself!
A few brutal punches later, Glasses collapsed limply to the ground. Two mercenaries immediately dragged him away. Meanwhile, Sixth Dragon and Ninth Dragon were desperately holding off the Cloaked Man’s blade, barely managing to keep him at bay despite being outmatched.
"Arrogant!" The Old Dragon King could no longer stay seated.
"Damn, that shout reminds me of an old friend," Fang Zhiyi muttered.
The God of War suddenly spoke up. "Brother Fang, mind if I take him on? I’ve heard much about the Dragon King’s Palace but never had the chance to see it for myself."
Fang Zhiyi happily stepped back, gesturing with a theatrical "After you."
As the God of War and the Old Dragon King clashed—one with overwhelming force, the other with unpredictable cunning—Fang Zhiyi borrowed an automatic rifle from one of the God of War’s men. He took aim and fired three precise shots toward Sixth Dragon’s position.
His timing was perfect. Sixth Dragon dodged just in time, and the bullets struck the Cloaked Man instead, producing metallic clangs.
The Cloaked Man shook his sword disdainfully, about to sneer, when Fang Zhiyi turned to the mercenaries. "Gentlemen, if you would."
A storm of gunfire erupted. The men following the God of War were no amateurs—their teamwork was flawless. Two blocked escape routes, three took precise shots, and one stood ready to finish the job.
When the gunfire ceased, Fang Zhiyi strolled over and crouched beside the wide-eyed Cloaked Man. Impressive—still alive after all that.
"You... you’re despicable..." the man spat blood, struggling to speak.
"Being strong is useless. What era do you think this is, still waving a sword around? Let me take that off your hands." Fang Zhiyi snatched the blade, marveling at its pristine condition despite deflecting multiple bullets. "Useless abroad, but back home? Priceless."
"Don’t know why, but that Fang guy really does seem like a scoundrel," muttered a blond foreigner.
His companion nodded in agreement.
The duel between the God of War and the Old Dragon King reached its peak, while outside, the gunfire dwindled—signaling the battle’s end.
"Watch out for my sneak attack!"
The Old Dragon King spun at the voice but saw no one. When he looked up, Fang Zhiyi was prying gems from his throne with the stolen sword.
"Damn it!" Distraction was fatal in a high-stakes fight. The God of War seized the opening, driving a fist into the Old Dragon King’s chest. His heart seemed to stop mid-beat.
The punch carried enough force to kill an ordinary man instantly.
But the Old Dragon King was no ordinary man. He flew backward, landing squarely on his throne.
Unfortunately for him, Fang Zhiyi had found the sword too unwieldy and casually stabbed it into the seat. As he beckoned Sixth Dragon and Ninth Dragon to help pry out more gems, the Old Dragon King stared at the blade’s tip protruding from his chest—the very blade he’d once forged from meteorite iron for his most trusted subordinate.
He turned his head, locking eyes with Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi, clutching a massive ruby, blinked awkwardly. "Uh... I guess you won’t be needing this anymore?"
"The Dragon King’s Palace... will not fall!" the Old Dragon King declared. Only then did Fang Zhiyi seem to notice the sword.
"Whoops! My bad!" He yanked the blade free. "Don’t blame me—you sat on it yourself."
The Old Dragon King, who might have clung to life a little longer, closed his eyes for good.
The God of War remained expressionless, watching it all. He’d wanted a fair fight, but Fang Zhiyi hadn’t technically interfered... though something felt off.
Shaking his head, he signaled his men to secure the area. The spoils here would be substantial. Fang Zhiyi had mentioned that the entire vicinity had been cleared beforehand—thanks to the Divine Physician’s connections. Country J’s leaders, indebted for medical favors, had agreed to evacuate the area temporarily. No civilians, no police.
Glasses slowly regained consciousness, finding himself bound in a dim room lit only by a flickering bulb. His first thought was captivity—until he saw the row of severed heads neatly arranged on the table before him. Each face was familiar, the most recognizable being the Dragon King’s.
The Dragon King... dead? Impossible! Then again, given Fang Zhiyi’s strength, maybe not. But why was he still alive?
A familiar voice spoke from behind. "Now you understand why you were spared. You’re a smart man. I like dealing with smart men."
Glasses watched as the figure stepped into the light, his face etched with calculation.
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