The four attackers rained down a storm of blows, but Tang Yu felt nothing.
The perfected Immovable Wisdom King Technique was just too damn good.
An invisible aura surrounded him.
The attacks from these men felt like nothing more than a gentle breeze.
Not even a single wrinkle was left on his clothes.
Seeing the increasingly terrified expressions on their faces, Tang Yu was immensely satisfied.
After five minutes of relentless assault, the four members of the Death Squad were utterly dumbfounded.
Human strength has its limits.
They were martial artists, not superhumans. Their energy and stamina would eventually run out.
The hook-nosed man, being particularly cunning, suddenly abandoned the coordinated attack and pulled out a military dagger.
He then lunged straight for Tang Yu's rear end.
Even the toughest men have their weak spots!
But this time, he miscalculated.
The razor-sharp dagger struck, yet it couldn't pierce even an inch!
Immediately after, he was met with a resounding slap across the face.
"You think my sphincter is weak? You think I'm as useless as Ye Chen?"
After delivering the slap, Tang Yu was about to make his move when the four men swiftly retreated several meters, putting distance between them.
They were panting, their faces pale with fear, unable to believe what had just happened.
They had attacked with all their might for five full minutes!
Even a sneaky, underhanded strike couldn't harm this guy!
Was this man a monster?
When they saw Tang Yu reach into his pocket, their nerves tightened, and cold sweat dripped from their foreheads.
Was he finally going to make his move?
With their current strength, did they even stand a chance of escaping?
Then, they watched as Tang Yu pulled out a cigarette and lit it leisurely.
He exhaled a smoke ring and said calmly,
"You're too weak. I have no interest in fighting trash."
If I were to strike, I might... accidentally kill you.
"What do you mean by that?"
The gaunt-faced man's teeth chattered slightly as he spoke.
This man's presence was overwhelmingly oppressive.
Other than the old man from their organization, he had never felt such pressure from anyone.
Even the Dragon King wouldn't last two minutes if he stood there and took their hits.
At this moment, all four of them shared the same thought:
If this man decided to attack, they would already be corpses!
"What I mean is, all of you here are trash."
Seeing the four men trembling with fear, Tang Yu was thoroughly pleased.
My strength? It's all in your imagination!
He raised one hand high, and the four men immediately took a large step back in fright.
At the same time, Huang Tianrui and his son, who had been lying in wait, finally reacted.
"Charge! Young Master Tang wants us to clean up the trash."
With a wave of his hand, Huang Tianrui and his son rushed toward the four members of the Death Squad.
In terms of strength, any one of the Death Squad members was stronger than the father and son duo.
But after the intense battle, their energy and stamina were completely depleted.
Add to that the fact that they were utterly terrified, and they were no different from ordinary people now.
Soon, the four were easily subdued by the highly motivated Huang Tianrui and his son.
Once the four were tied up, Huang Tianrui and his son looked at Tang Yu with admiration and respect.
"Young Master Tang, what should we do now?"
Tang Yu was about to tell them to take the men to the police station when his gaze locked onto one of the men's hands.
This man... had twelve fingers?
Suddenly, he remembered something.
Around chapter 400 in the original story, the ancient martial arts factions began to appear.
One of the bodyguards of a major family had twelve fingers, and his description matched this man almost perfectly.
This bodyguard belonged to the antagonist faction and, naturally, met his end when Ye Chen punched him to death.
Tang Yu stared at the man for a while before asking, "What's your name?"
"I... I'm Deng Hei," the man replied in a low voice.
In the presence of such a powerful man, he had completely lost his fighting spirit.
The knife isn't sharp, and the horse is too weak!
How could he possibly fight back?
Tang Yu couldn't help but shudder.
Damn, it actually matches?
What the hell is going on with this plot?
Characters who haven't even appeared yet are showing up early?
And now he's a member of the Dragon Soul Organization?
Tang Yu, his mind filled with questions, took a deep breath and waved his hand. "Take them to the police station."
Lock them up first, and we'll investigate further later.
"Understood, Young Master Tang."
Huang Tianrui and his son looked at Tang Yu with even greater admiration.
As expected of Young Master Tang. A true master not only hides his strength but also respects the law.
Even when faced with disrespectful trash like this, he refuses to resort to vigilante justice.
After Huang Tianrui and his son took the four men away, Tang Yu glanced back at Tang Ruoyu, who was still lying on the ground.
The Death Squad had knocked him out to clear him of suspicion, and they hadn't held back.
"Perfect opportunity."
Tang Yu grinned and rushed over, delivering a series of punches and kicks to this traitor.
Since he's already unconscious, why hold back?
When it comes to bullying the weak, I'm second to none!
As for killing the guy, Tang Yu had no such intention.
Why eliminate the enemy's incompetent ally?
After several minutes of beating, Tang Yu felt refreshed.
Tang Ruoyu, now unconscious, was covered in blood and looked utterly pitiful.
Tang Yu whistled, dragged the guy to his car, and drove him to the hospital.
Not long after Tang Yu left, a figure dropped down from a nearby tree. It was Ling Han, who had been secretly following Tang Yu.
She had been watching the entire scene from her hiding spot.
Her face was filled with shock.
She knew the strength of the Death Squad all too well.
Four of them had attacked relentlessly until they were exhausted, yet they couldn't harm Tang Yu in the slightest.
If he wasn't at the Earth-level Realm, it would be a joke!
Finally, she understood why Young Master Tang had kept her by his side despite knowing her true identity.
It was because he possessed overwhelming strength!
"With Young Master Tang's power, killing me would be as easy as snapping his fingers. Yet he hasn't done so. Could it be... he likes me?"
Ling Han murmured to herself, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks.
If not for that, how else would Young Master Tang know so much about her?
Only a man as powerful as him would think she should live as an ordinary girl.
And only he had the right to think that way.
Next time he asks me to scrub his back, I'll... just do it.
After delivering Tang Ruoyu to the hospital, the old man was rushed into the emergency room.
Tang Yu called Tang Ruoyu's family to inform them of the situation, then returned to his car and lit another cigarette.
This damn plot is getting more and more messed up.
"Damn system, what's going on? Why are characters who haven't even appeared yet showing up early?"
"Ding... The plot has deviated. Please proceed with caution."
The system's cold voice rang out.
"Plot deviation? What happens next?"
Tang Yu frowned.
When the plot goes off the rails, the real danger begins.
The system fell silent, offering no response.
At that moment, strange images suddenly flashed through Tang Yu's mind.
Each image showed him dying, but at the hands of different people.
This sudden surge of memories caused Tang Yu's face to twist in pain.
A red number appeared before his eyes:
299.
Just as he was about to delve deeper into these memories, his expression turned blank.
His memory reset to a few minutes prior, and the sudden flood of memories vanished once more.
"Damn system, where's my reward?"
Tang Yu cursed, completely unaware of what had just happened.
"Ding, reward has been delivered."
The system's voice sounded again.
But this time, it seemed slightly weaker.
"???"
Tang Yu didn't gain any new skills, nor did anything appear around him.
Delivered? To whom? Where?
"Damn system, are you screwing me over with the rewards?"
Tang Yu ranted for several minutes, but the system remained silent.
Meanwhile, a package sent under Tang Yu's name was already on a plane heading to Africa.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
