Chapter 81: The Utterly Heartless Wang San

Wang San, who had summoned all his strength, wore a look of absolute confidence in his eyes.

But what happened next—

made him scream out loud on the spot.

His full-force strike—

landed on Qin Bei's chest.

It only scraped out a tiny spark.

And Qin Bei merely took a single step back.

How could he possibly believe this?

That had been his full power.?

He had even used a martial technique for it!

With the technique's augmentation—

this strike of his could have collapsed an entire small mountain.

Yet all it did was make the Qin Bei before him take one step back.

Just how powerful was this suit of armor?

A greedy gleam grew ever stronger in Wang San's eyes.

And Qin Bei, feeling a stinging pain in his chest—

slowly raised his head.

His eyes were filled with disgust.

He'd almost given himself a trauma at the hands of this petty little man.

He shot his hand out and seized the fist Wang San had swung at him.

Without a shred of mercy.

He swung the Garulu saber and slashed straight down.

Squelch!

A severed arm flew into the air.

Spraying bright red blood.

Wang San immediately let out a scream of agony.

Seeing that Qin Bei still looked ready to keep swinging the saber—

Wang San gritted his teeth against the searing pain.

He lashed out a foot and kicked Qin Bei square in the chest.

Using the rebound force—

he swiftly put distance between himself and Qin Bei.

"Stop standing around watching the show, or once this is over—whether it's him or me—neither of us will let you off."

Wang San glared viciously at the three people beside him.

The three students were trembling all over.

Staring blankly, at a loss for what to do.

Brother Yi Feng muttered to himself.

"I can't die, I can't die—I'm a genius, I'm one who awakened a transcendent talent."

"If I die, it'll be a loss for all of humanity."

"You can't kill me!"

At this moment, Brother Yi Feng had already fallen into a deranged obsession.

Qin Bei didn't hesitate, stepping straight forward and slashing with his blade.

Without a shred of mercy.

From the moment they had tried to surround him—

Qin Bei had never intended to let any of these people go.

After all, if he really were just an ordinary male Gao Zhongsheng holding a great treasure—

then his fate—

would absolutely not be a pleasant one.

Brother Yi Feng's head flew into the air.

It landed within the sight of the remaining three.

The two remaining students both wet themselves.

Yellow and white fluids sprayed across the ground.

Wang San's gaze grew solemn.

He hadn't expected it either.

That the kid right before him was clearly also a student—

yet his strikes were so ruthlessly vicious.

The same age.

Just graduated.

Wang San's gaze drifted.

As if pondering something.

After looking around once—

He didn't see that familiar shadow.

Wang San felt a twinge of disappointment inside.

He had originally planned to find that girl.

After all, judging by the situation, that girl seemed quite important to the high schooler before him.

If he could threaten her into compliance.

He might be able to survive.

But now it seemed.

There was only one possibility.

Either you die, or I live.

A flash of ruthlessness crossed Wang San's eyes.

He was a martial artist who had roamed the northwestern mountain range for over a decade.

Having weathered battles big and small.

He simply refused to believe it.

That he couldn't beat the little brat before him.

Wang San immediately turned his head.

His gaze fell on the two remaining students.

The students his eyes landed on seemed to realize it too.

Their bodies immediately began to tremble.