Chapter 1167: Happiness Is Right Beside You! Biochemical Weapon?!

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Su Yang was initially stunned, then smiled and shook his head, saying, "Being needed is a happy thing."

"I'm no exception either."

He said, slowly raising the handle, gradually increasing the power.

Under the Angel's protection, Qin Weiyang only felt a slight tingling in the body.

There was no pain as imagined.

Thus it shows that Su Yang is sufficiently devoted.

She continued, "But everything has to be done by you personally; have you ever considered yourself?"

"I mean… sometimes you can give yourself a break, to truly relax and rest."

Su Yang, hearing that, couldn't help but recall what Qin Weiyang said two months ago.

Just when everyone was concerned about how high he flew.

Only she cared whether he was tired from flying.

This time was the same.

Qin Weiyang's light, floating question, however, caused Su Yang, after a long time, to feel a wave of fatigue.

It was as if a long‑buried burden suddenly exposed itself without reservation.

She was like a key, always able at crucial moments to free Su Yang's self.

Seeing the caring look in the other's eyes, Su Yang felt a warm current flow through his heart.

He smiled and said, "Receiving such care makes any hardship or fatigue worthwhile."

"Don't overthink, just enjoy this moment."

Qin Weiyang looked at his eyes, now finally showing fatigue, and softly said, "When something goes wrong, you can confide in me and Lin Yang."

"We will always be your most solid and reliable backing."

"You don't have to shoulder everything alone."

"You're not the only one fighting."

Su Yang took the advice to heart, nodded and said, "Alright, I will."

Qin Weiyang's cool face showed a hint of a smile, then closed the eyes and silently underwent the Transformation.

Su Yang turned away and let out a long sigh.

He actually knows better than anyone how limited solo fighting is.

By now he has gradually grasped the Guilü of this world's operation.

He also clearly understands that fighting alone is undesirable.

But many times, some things have to be done by him.

Whether it's the Angel or Demon side's conflict.

Or the multiple forces behind the scenes coveting his Innate Talent.

These burdens successively bind responsibilities.

And these responsibilities should be borne by him.

They should not involve others.

"Putting oneself in danger… "

"…is better left to me."

"As for you—"

Then Lin Yang and Zhuang Wu suddenly began Bullfighting.

The others cheered from the side, encouraging the participants.

Seeing this harmonious, loving scene, Su Yang couldn't help but smile.

"Just like now, simply enjoy peace and pleasure."

Su Yang leaned against the Machine, quietly watching the smiles on everyone's faces.

At this moment, the lingering fatigue in his heart seemed to lighten considerably.

Perhaps this is the meaning of all he does.

It is also something many people spend a lifetime yearning to have.

"The best was already right beside me all along," Su Yang sighed.

Indeed.

Blindly chasing a broader sky.

Yet overlooking the beauty nearby.

But realizing it now isn't too late.

Seeing the situation with a smile, Su Yang stepped toward the group, "Bullfighting, right? Count me in!"

Zhang Tiancheng's eyes lit up at the words, "I'll fight you!"

Zhuang Wu, just defeated and with nowhere to vent his frustration, sneered, "Just you? My Boss can easily blow you away."

Zhang Tiancheng paid no heed to his contempt, repeatedly stating, "First, it's agreed: no Innate Talent may be used, and the power of the sigil is also prohibited!"

Su Yang immediately agreed, "A little prize?"

Zhang Tiancheng, seeing the other fall for it, flashed a sly grin, "The loser must sniff Zhuang Wu's Foot for a full ten seconds!"

Zhuang Wu's forehead instantly filled with black lines, "To your grandmother!"

Wang Defa, however, said seriously, "Isn't that a reward?"

Zhuang Wu's face darkened further, "Brother Defa, you're even teasing me."

Soon, the two clasped hands and pressed their bodies downward.

Zhang Tiancheng showed a serious expression, "Let's be clear, I won't go easy on you just because you're close with Yue Jie."

Su Yang replied without hesitation, "Same here, I won't hold back just because you're her Dependents."

Lin Yang took the role of referee, raising his arm high before bringing it down heavily.

"Start!"

Zhang Tiancheng was the first to exert force, his Shoulder smashing hard into Su Yang's chest.

Seeing this, Zhuang Wu shouted unfairly, "He committed a Talent Foul!"

Lin Yang did not intervene; instead, he crossed his arms over his chest and watched the 'good show'.

Su Yang, hit hard, stepped back a few paces, then drove power from his lower stance, his Muscle suddenly bulging.

"Not good!"

Zhang Tiancheng suddenly recalled that Su Yang has a Specialization in 'Strength'.

Immediately he felt an irresistible torrent of massive force pouring down.

His balance suddenly gave way, and he seemed about to lose.

In panic, Zhang Tiancheng directly summoned an Iron Body.

His entire skin suddenly turned black, and his power surged dramatically.

"Damn, that's so cheeky?" Zhuang Wu was utterly astonished.

Su Yang hadn't reacted yet when his body made immediate close contact with the ground.

"Bang!"

"I won!" Zhang Tiancheng raised both hands, like a victorious general returning from battle.

"Contestant Zhang Tiancheng used a Talent Foul; the match result is nullified."

"The winner of this Bullfighting match is—Su Yang!" Lin Yang announced the result.

Zhang Tiancheng didn't argue; he wanted the process.

The outcome didn't matter.

As long as he could slam Su Yang to the ground, he would feel countless Achievements.

A wave of intracranial climax hit directly, exhilarating him to the point of soaring.

"As punishment, you now have to smell Zhuang Wu's Foot," Lin Yang said.

"Fine, I'll smell it; I can afford to lose!" Zhang Tiancheng puffed out his Chest and strode toward Zhuang Wu.

The latter had already prepared, quickly removing his shoes and socks.

"Come, taste the flavor of my stinky Foot," Zhuang Wu wiggled his toes continuously, a sinister Laugh appearing on his face.

"Fa Ge smelled it not long ago; what's the big deal?" Zhang Tiancheng was completely indifferent.

When he crouched down to sniff tentatively, his complexion changed instantly.

"Hey, ten seconds, that's what you said yourself; not a single second can be missed," Zhuang Wu immediately straightened his head.

Zhang Tiancheng's face turned green, grinding his teeth, "Did you just step in dog poop? It's that stinky?"

Zhuang Wu chuckled, "Just after bullfighting with my brother Lin Yang, a bit of Sweat is normal."

Zhang Tiancheng forced himself to hold his breath, muttering, "That's not Sweat smell; do you think I'm a three‑year‑old child?"

Zhuang Wu said, "To be honest, I just trimmed my toenails, and there's still some nail grime left on them that I didn't have time to clean."

"Take this chance to taste it; it's an honor no one else can even beg for."

"Even the Boss hasn't smelled it."

"You just enjoy it in secret then."

Zhang Tiancheng wanted to kill him with his heart, yet he dared not inhale.

But at that moment, Lin Yang suddenly kicked his butt with a foot.

Zhang Tiancheng lost his squat, and his Mouth made immediate close contact with Zhuang Wu's Foot.

"My damn Biochemical Weapon, you want to murder me?"

Everyone, seeing this, burst into laughter.

"Hahaha!"