Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

This Qian San was quite the shrewd character. Uncertain of Zhao Dong's strength and identity, he didn't want to start a conflict. After all, the man knew about his connection to the Blood Sect, yet still dared to show up. Who would believe he didn't have an ace up his sleeve? Thus, Qian San merely wanted to stall Zhao Dong for now and investigate him later. If Zhao Dong indeed turned out to be someone important, Qian San wouldn't mind making his acquaintance. But if Zhao Dong was just some nobody, then he would have plenty of time to reclaim his lost face!

These words, however, left the crowd dumbfounded.

"Brothers, am I drunk? Did Leader Qian just say he's going to compensate that kid?"

"Damn! Since when is the Blood Worship Gang so reasonable?"

"This kid is something else. Leader Qian is giving him so much face, why isn't he taking the offer? What is he waiting for?"

The crowd was stunned, believing Zhao Dong had no reason to refuse such a magnanimous gesture. But Zhao Dong's next sentence left everyone completely baffled!

"Cut the crap. Do I, Zhao Dong, need you to give me face?" Zhao Dong strode forward, his tiger-like eyes fixed on Qian San. "Tell me everything you know about the Blood Sect. Otherwise... you die!"

"He's got a death wish! Truly! Leader Qian offered him an out, and he dares to threaten him?"

"Heh, everyone stand back. You don't want to get blood on you."

"Dead man walking!"

A wave of derision passed through the crowd. Qian San's expression shifted from disbelief to rage.

"Boy! I offered you a way out and you spat on it. Do you have to lose your life before you learn your lesson?"

"You?" Zhao Dong's eyes were filled with contempt.

THUD!

Qian San stomped a foot forward. The concrete ground cracked instantly! A terrifying aura swept across the area. The man was a second-tier Great Grandmaster!

"A second-tier Great Grandmaster? I guess you have something to rely on," Zhao Dong said dismissively. "But in my eyes, you're still just an ant."

Without waiting for Qian San to make a move, Zhao Dong reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder.

In that instant, Qian San felt as if a great mountain was crushing him! Fear flooded his heart. He gritted his teeth, desperately resisting Zhao Dong's power, but it was all for naught.

THUD!

Qian San's legs collapsed and he knelt heavily on the ground. The immense force traveled straight through his legs, shattering his kneecaps.

"AHH..." A scream erupted from Qian San's mouth.

At that moment, the entire place fell dead silent. A mighty second-tier Great Grandmaster, pinned to the ground with a single hand? His kneecaps crushed? What kind of terrifying creature was this young man? The surrounding henchmen panicked, their legs trembling uncontrollably, their eyes filled with dread.

"Tell me everything you know about the Blood Sect. Otherwise... you die!" Zhao Dong's voice rang out again, like a death knell.

Qian San was already scared witless. He trembled as he said, "I don't know... I really don't know anything... I may work for the Blood Sect, but I'm just an ant to them. Only one person is in charge of contacting me. I really don't know anything else about the Sect..."

Qian San was so frightened he was crying and blubbering; he certainly didn't seem to be lying. So, Zhao Dong instructed coldly, "Call that person. Tell him to get over here!"

"Huh?" Qian San was stupefied. Is this kid suicidal? I was planning on calling the Blood Sect for revenge later. Who would've thought he'd actually tell me to call for backup myself?

The shocked onlookers were also bewildered.

"Is this kid out of his mind? It's impressive enough that he beat Leader Qian, but now he wants to pick a fight with the Blood Sect?"

"Heh, offending the Blood Sect is just asking for a shorter life."

"Seeking death to this degree... I guess that makes him a somebody after all."

SMACK!

A slap sent Qian San's teeth flying.

"Make the call! I don't have the patience to play house with you!"

Zhao Dong's threat left Qian San with no room to hesitate. He scrambled for his phone and hurriedly made the call.

「Ten minutes later.」

A Mercedes pulled up to the nightclub entrance. A man in a plaid suit strode out, his face dark and menacing.

"Li Long of the Blood Sect is here. Who was just running their mouth?" Li Long bellowed, the power of a sixth-tier Great Grandmaster instantly radiating from him. The terrifying pressure made the crowd break out in a cold sweat.

"You're with the Blood Sect?" Zhao Dong's eyes narrowed as he sized up the newcomer.

"Kid, you're the one causing trouble?" Li Long looked at Zhao Dong, and his face soured when he saw how young he was. He snapped his head toward the dog-like Qian San. "Qian, you motherfucker, you can't even handle a brat in his twenties?"

"I..." Qian San stammered awkwardly, wishing the ground would swallow him whole.

"Useless trash!" Li Long spat in Qian San's direction.

He then cracked his neck and turned back to Zhao Dong. "Kid, you're a genius, I'll give you that. But a genius should know when to keep a low profile! Acting so arrogant and running wild everywhere... do you really think no one in this world can put you in your place? Now, tell me. How do you want to die?"

Although Li Long couldn't discern Zhao Dong's cultivation level, his reasoning was simple. How strong can a kid in his twenties be? Third-tier Great Grandmaster at the absolute most! As for Qian San getting instantly defeated, his lack of strength was one factor, but the main reason was likely underestimating his opponent. Otherwise, a third-tier wouldn't be able to defeat a second-tier so easily.

Zhao Dong chuckled. "How do I want to die? I was about to ask you the same thing."

"Kid, I'm offering you a dignified death. Don't be ungrateful!"

"That's hilarious. If I were going to fuck your mother, do you think I'd ask her what position she prefers?"

PFFT!

Zhao Dong's retort made the onlookers burst out laughing. Li Long froze for a second, clearly not expecting such a bizarre comeback. But when the meaning sank in, he completely lost his composure.

"Fuck! You sharp-tongued little bastard! I'm going to personally rip that mouth of yours to shreds!" he roared, charging at Zhao Dong. "Dragon Leg Technique!"

A spectral yellow dragon enveloped his right leg, a faint draconic hum emanating from it. The pressure was immense!

"Petty tricks!" Zhao Dong bellowed. "Body Transformation Technique!"

His flesh turned blood-red as he raised his right fist and met the attack head-on in the simplest way possible!

"Holy shit! Is he actually going to block that kick?"

"That's suicide! Pure suicide! Li Long is a sixth-tier Great Grandmaster! That kick could turn a steel plate to paste! Does he think his fist is harder than steel?"

"What an overconfident fool!"

The crowd was aghast.

Li Long, however, was overjoyed. I thought this kid might be someone important, but it turns out he's just a brainless brute.

He pushed his attack even harder, intending to finish Zhao Dong in a single blow.

BOOM!

Fist met leg. The scene Li Long had imagined—his kick shattering Zhao Dong's fist and then his head—didn't happen. Instead, a powerful shockwave surged toward him.

It felt like I just kicked the Great Saint's Jingu Bang. An immovable force!