Three days later.
Deep into the night.
Military detention center, second underground level.
Lin Tian hadn't eaten anything for three days.
The food brought to him was untouched, sitting exactly where it was left in the corner of the cell, already spoiled.
He had barely drunk any water either.
His body was wasting away at a visible rate.
Pronounced cheekbones, sunken eye sockets, dry and peeling lips.
But his eyes were still bright.
Not a normal brightness.
It was a sickly, manic brightness, burning with the last of his life force.
For three days, he had only done one thing.
Cultivated his Qi.
He had been secretly circulating his energy.
The handcuffs and shackles limited his physical movement, but they couldn't restrict the flow of true Qi within his body.
The true Qi of a Peak Grandmaster flowed slowly and continuously through his meridians.
Circle after circle.
Over and over again.
He was gathering his strength.
For a single outburst.
He only needed one.
In three days, he had compressed his true Qi to the absolute limit.
Like a bomb ready to go off at any second.
All it needed was the moment of detonation.
2:17 AM.
Shift change.
The two guards outside the door finished their handover, and the two new guards took their positions.
The gap during the shift change was only fifteen seconds.
A fifteen-second window.
It was enough.
Lin Tian opened his eyes.
For the first time in three days.
He glanced at the four security cameras overhead.
And then—
He moved.
Boom!
The true Qi he had compressed for three days was released all at once in this single instant!
The power of a Peak Grandmaster erupted without holding anything back!
A shockwave blasted outward with him at the center!
The iron bed was flipped into the air!
Spiderweb cracks spread across the walls!
The four cameras shattered simultaneously!
Lenses cracked, sparks flew!
The screens in the monitoring room instantly turned to static!
"What's going on!"
The duty officer stood up abruptly.
Before he could react, a massive explosion echoed from the second underground level!
Boom!
The alloy steel door was blown away by a single punch!
The entire door, along with its frame, was ripped from the wall, flying out like a piece of cardboard and smashing into the corridor wall!
The two guards who had just taken their posts were thrown back by the blast, slamming into the wall and passing out!
Lin Tian walked out of the cell.
His handcuffs were broken.
Not picked.
Shattered by his true Qi.
Double-layered alloy handcuffs were no different from plastic in the face of a Peak Grandmaster's full-power eruption.
The shackles were broken too.
The chains scattered across the floor.
Lin Tian stood barefoot in the corridor.
His starved body was as thin as a blade.
But the aura radiating from him was fiercer than ever.
It was an outburst fueled by burning his very life force.
Reckless.
Leaving no room for retreat.
Because he no longer needed to leave any room for retreat.
The alarm blared!
The piercing siren exploded throughout the entire detention center!
Red warning lights flashed frantically!
"Prison break! Maximum-security prisoner escaping! All units on high alert!"
The emergency response team rushed out from the end of the corridor!
Eight men!
Stun guns!
Tranquilizer darts!
Tear gas!
"Freeze! Hands on your head! Get on the ground!"
The lead officer aimed his stun gun, his voice trembling with tension.
Lin Tian gave them a single glance.
He didn't stop.
He didn't get down.
He kept walking forward.
Not fast.
But with a steady pace.
Bare feet stepping on the cold concrete floor, every step carrying an unstoppable, oppressive weight.
"Fire!"
Eight stun guns discharged simultaneously!
The taser probes flew toward Lin Tian, trailing thin wires!
Lin Tian shifted his body slightly.
All eight probes missed!
They brushed past his body and embedded into the wall behind him!
The reaction speed of a Peak Grandmaster!
At this close range, stun guns couldn't even touch him!
The faces of the emergency team members changed drastically!
The lead officer immediately drew the pistol from his waist!
But before he could even aim.
Lin Tian was already in front of him.
Too fast to see!
One hand clamped down on the gun barrel.
The pistol deformed in Lin Tian's grip like a piece of clay.
Crunch!
The sound of twisting metal made everyone's scalp tingle!
The lead officer stared at the crushed scrap metal in his hand, his pupils dilated to the maximum.
"Move."
Lin Tian's voice held no emotion.
It sounded like a machine.
The lead officer's legs gave out, and he collapsed to the side.
The other seven men automatically parted to make a path.
Not because of an order.
But out of instinct.
Facing a martial arts powerhouse at the peak of the Grandmaster realm, an ordinary person's body automatically makes the most correct choice.
Flee.
Lin Tian walked right through the eight men.
Barefoot.
Emaciated.
Radiating the terrifying aura of a man about to die.
He didn't hurt anyone.
Not because he didn't want to.
But because they weren't worth it.
These men were not his target.
He only had one target.
Shen Fei.
Lin Tian crossed the corridor and reached the stairwell.
He kicked the security door open!
The steel door flew out and smashed into the opposite wall, leaving a massive dent!
More guards rushed up the stairwell!
Over a dozen men!
Some held rifles!
Some held riot shields!
Lin Tian didn't stop.
He charged into the crowd!
Bang!
A single punch sent a shield flying!
The shield and the soldier behind it were launched into the air!
Bang!
A single kick snapped a rifle in half!
The barrel bent at a ninety-degree angle!
Bang!
A palm strike hit the wall!
Cracks spiderwebbed across the entire surface!
Rubble flew!
He rampaged through the crowd like an enraged beast!
But he made no fatal attacks!
Every strike was precisely controlled to incapacitate without killing!
Because they used to be soldiers too!
He didn't kill soldiers!
He was only going to kill one person!
Shen Fei!
Sixty seconds.
Lin Tian fought his way from the second underground level to the surface.
Leaving behind a devastated corridor and over a dozen unconscious soldiers.
The main gate of the detention center was made of iron bars.
Lin Tian pushed with both hands!
He forcefully bent the iron bars into a human-sized hole!
He slipped through the gap!
The night wind hit his face!
It was cold!
Outside was an empty parking lot.
Several military jeeps were parked there.
Lin Tian ran to the closest one, smashed the window with a punch, pulled the door open, and got in.
Hotwiring.
A skill he had learned in the special forces.
Three seconds later, the engine roared!
The military jeep bellowed as it tore out of the parking lot!
The sirens behind him grew fainter.
Lin Tian steered with one hand, his bare foot pressing hard on the gas pedal.
The speedometer hit one hundred and forty.
Only a single taillight remained in the night, vanishing at the end of the highway.
Destination—West of Jinling City.
The Shen family villa.
He had no intention of going back.
He had no intention of running away.
He had no intention of hiding.
He had only one purpose.
To kill Shen Fei.
Even if he was destined to die tonight.
He would drag Shen Fei down to hell with him.
The military jeep sped fiercely down the empty highway.
Wind poured in through the shattered window, blowing against Lin Tian's gaunt face.
His mouth wasn't twisted.
No sneer.
No expression at all.
Only a pair of eyes burning with their final flames.
Staring at the darkness ahead.
Fixedly.
Without blinking.
The drive from the detention center to the Shen family villa was about twenty minutes.
In twenty minutes, everything would be over.
Whether it was Shen Fei's life.
Or his own.
It would all end.
...
The Shen family villa.
2:20 AM.
Shen Fei's phone rang.
It was his uncle calling.
"Xiao Fei, Lin Tian broke out of prison."
Shen Fei was leaning against the headboard, reading a book.
Hearing this, he turned a page.
"How long ago?"
"Three minutes ago. He injured over a dozen guards, stole a car, and ran."
"Direction?"
"West of Jinling City. Heading in your direction."
Shen Fei closed his book and placed it on the nightstand.
"Do you want me to send someone to intercept him?" his uncle asked.
"No need."
A second of silence fell over the phone.
"Little Fei, he is a Peak Grandmaster. Even though he hasn't eaten for days and is in terrible shape, a desperate man with his back to the wall is the most dangerous. Are you sure you don't need backup?"
"I'm sure."
Shen Fei got out of bed and began to change his clothes.
"If he's coming for me, let him come."
"Intercepting him will only get more people hurt."
"He won't hurt ordinary people. He only wants to kill me."
"Then let him come and kill me."
"Once he arrives, he won't be leaving."
The other end of the line was quiet for a few seconds.
"Alright. But I'll have a helicopter on standby near your house. If anything happens, they'll be there in under three minutes."
"Okay."
The call ended.
Shen Fei changed into a black long-sleeved sweatshirt.
He walked out of the bedroom.
In the hallway, he ran straight into Ling Shuang.
Ling Shuang had also received the news.
Her hand was already resting on the hilt of her blade.
"Young Master, let us handle this."
Shen Fei glanced at her.
"No need."
"I'll handle it myself this time."
Ling Shuang opened her mouth to say something, but in the end, she only offered a brief warning.
"Be careful."
Shen Fei nodded.
He walked down the stairs.
Crossed the living room.
Opened the front door of the villa.
And stepped outside.
The night wind blew against his face.
In the early hours of late autumn, the temperature was only a few degrees above freezing.
Standing on the steps at the entrance of the villa, he exhaled a puff of white mist.
He looked up at the sky.
There was no moon.
Dark clouds blocked out all the light.
It was pitch black, so dark he couldn't see his own hand in front of him.
But Shen Fei didn't need light.
A Martial Arts Grandmaster's perception covered a radius of two hundred meters.
Within his perception, everything around him was as clear as a picture.
Leaves trembled in the wind.
Dew condensed on the grass.
On the distant highway, a car was approaching at high speed.
The roar of the engine grew closer.
And louder.
Like a roaring beast pouncing toward him.
Shen Fei kept his hands in his pockets.
Standing on the steps.
Waiting.
Ten minutes later.
A military jeep swerved violently from the highway into the entrance of the villa district!
The tires let out a piercing screech against the asphalt!
The headlights pierced the darkness, illuminating the lawn in front of the villa!
The jeep didn't slow down!
It charged straight across the lawn!
Crushed the flowerbeds!
And slammed on the brakes, coming to a halt less than ten meters from the villa's front door!
The car door was kicked open!
Lin Tian stepped out of the vehicle.
Barefoot.
So emaciated he was nearly unrecognizable.
He was still wearing the detention center's prison uniform, grayish-white and stained with blood and dust.
Yet his aura was even more terrifying than when he wore his combat uniform.
Because this was a man who no longer cared whether he lived or died.
A Peak Grandmaster with no will to live was more fearsome than any weapon.
Lin Tian stood on the lawn and raised his head.
He saw Shen Fei on the steps.
The two were less than ten meters apart.
In the night, only the jeep's headlights provided a source of illumination.
The light shone from behind Lin Tian, casting his long shadow right at Shen Fei's feet.
Like a black sword.
"Shen Fei."
Lin Tian's voice was hoarse to the extreme.
Like sandpaper scraping across sheet metal.
"I'm here."
Shen Fei stood on the steps, hands in his pockets, looking down at Lin Tian.
His expression was calm.
Like he was watching an old friend dropping by for a visit.
"I know."
"I've been waiting for you for a long time."
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