The other expert's strike met empty air—Fyren had already moved, hurling the previous man aside.
His blade swept through nothing. Before he could even process what had happened, Fyren was behind him.
The moment he tried to turn, Fyren ripped him off his feet and launched into the air.
Mid-flight, Fyren struck several of his vital acupoints. The man didn't even have time to cough up blood before Fyren slammed him chest-first back to the ground.
Thump—!
It was as clean as slaughtering a chicken.
Fyren kept his hand pressed against the man's chest—it still rose and fell slightly, but he was completely paralyzed.
Holding this cool, corpse-pinning pose, Fyren slowly lifted his head.
For some reason, those eyes made Otto's heart pound violently.
A long-forgotten sense of fear made his hands tremble slightly.
How was this possible?!
He… he's already reached the strength of the Upper Quadportal!
Is this some kind of joke?!
Flora quickly regained her composure and noticed Fyren's hostility toward Otto.
She swiftly drew her bow and fired three arrows in rapid succession at Fyren.
Fyren kept walking straight ahead, tilting his head slightly—all three arrows missed!
Flora panicked, hurriedly drawing a fourth arrow and releasing it without aiming.
Fyren raised his hand, caught the arrowhead between two fingers, crushed it with a slight squeeze, and tossed it aside.
Flora immediately leaped up to a high beam. As she notched her fifth arrow, Fyren grabbed her by the face.
Crouching on the beam, Fyren pinned Flora over his knee, snatched the remaining arrows from her, and spanked her hard with them, gritting his teeth: "I'll teach you to act spoiled! I'll teach you! I'll teach you! I'll teach you!"
Flora realized she was completely powerless against him.
All her strength was instantly neutralized—she couldn't even understand how.
Struggling across his knee, every movement was under his control—completely dominated.
Terrified and humiliated, Flora burst into loud sobs.
Just as Fyren sealed her acupoints, Sabrina glided over, grabbing Fyren's wrists with both hands. Her furious eyes locked onto his, her Colorful Illusionary Flower Pupils pushed to their limit!
She had also been stunned, her reactions slowed.
The main problem was Fyren's speed—it was too fast!
He took down three experts in the blink of an eye. Before they could even close their mouths, Fyren was almost done.
Now, Sabrina was completely flustered.
First shocked by Fyren's power, but there was no time for shock now.
Fyren was clearly targeting Otto. As a close guard, she had to protect the young lord!
She had to go all out!
If she couldn't control Fyren in one strike, the consequences would be unthinkable!
But Fyren showed no fear, widening his eyes to meet her gaze, snarling: "You wretch! Fiery Golden Eyes!"
As their eyes met, Fyren's pupils blazed like golden headlights, flooding Sabrina's mind with blank whiteness.
She stifled a mouthful of blood; her bones seemed to turn to cotton. She couldn't even lift her arms.
Fyren drifted lightly to the ground, setting the combat-incapable Sabrina aside.
He turned to Otto: "Senior Brother, how about a few rounds with your junior brother?"
Ottoo emerged from his shock.
A bead of sweat slid down his forehead, but a ruthless determination ignited within him: "Good! Very good! Only like this are you worthy of being my opponent…"
Boom—!
Before Otto could even finish his sentence, a fist the size of a sandbag smashed into his face.
Otto was sent flying backward, crashing into a pillar behind him. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but the look in his eyes only grew wilder.
"Little Monkey Fist! Damn it, the master really taught you the real stuff!"
Fyren snorted coldly: "Senior Brother, aren't you going to move?"
"Damn you, today I'll make you—"
Boom—!
Fyren's speed was downright unnatural.
Otto couldn't understand—how was this happening?
He couldn't even track Fyren's movements!?
Another kick landed squarely on his face, sending him tumbling over ten meters away. He rolled several times before finally stopping.
Gritting his teeth, he pushed himself up and wiped the blood from his lips: "Well struck!"
Before the words fully left his mouth, Fyren had already grabbed him by the hair: "You said 'well struck,' huh?"
"You think I'm joking—"
Thud!
Thud-thud!
Thud-thud-thud-thud!
That settled it—Otto wasn't even allowed to fall.
Fyren unleashed the full force of The Great Sage's Tiger-Subduing Fist upon him.
Otto was completely dazed.
He had no idea where his opponent was. All he felt was the world spinning—blows raining down on his head, his chest, his back… every part of his body was being pummeled.
It felt like Fyren was everywhere—like there were twenty thousand fucking Fyrens surrounding him, unleashing a full-on assault from all directions!
Beaten beyond recognition, Otto finally hit the ground. He grabbed a handful of dust.
"I, Otto…"
He lifted his head, teeth clenched: "Today…"
"What about today?"
The voice came from behind him.
Otto's confidence instantly vanished. Too terrified to look back, he stammered: "D-don't… not like this… at least let me… get a move or two in… or even let me finish a cool line…"
BOOM!
Otto was sent flying once again.
He landed far away, facedown on the ground, motionless.
Eliza was already terrified, her legs weak. Her long, beautiful legs, encased in high heels, could hardly support her. Leaning against a pillar, she stared at Fyren in horror.
One thought raced through her mind:
Is this really my man?!
What if he hits me after we're married? I'd better behave myself from now on—this kind of domestic violence could be deadly!
By now, Otto was completely enraged!
Fyren was also breathing heavily.
His foundation was too weak. After all, he wasn't a true Upper Quadportal practitioner. Forcing such an advanced fist technique with a body like his was far too draining.
He was almost out of mana.
But Fyren truly hadn't expected Otto to be so damn resilient!
How the hell did Iron King and the others manage to beat him like a grandchild?!
Looking back, every step he'd taken had been insanely risky!
Even Iron King's strength far surpassed his own.
Otto was seething with rage: "Heh heh heh, I see now… The master taught you some quick shortcuts. You can't keep this up for long."
Fyren glanced at the time—less than two minutes left.
Huff…
He'd rest for half a minute, then use the remaining ninety seconds to fight to the death!
[So what if I die!]
[Being suppressed by this disgusting piece of shit isn't much of a life anyway!]
[You bullying me—I accepted that. Playing along, swallowing my pride, saying whatever it took to send you home happy—I accepted that too.]
[Even handing over billions for you to buy a gravesite—I could let that slide.]
[But you dare team up with Hakan to scheme against the shantytown!?]
[I've died seven times! Retreating at every step! Treading carefully at every turn! Playing the coward again and again! Enduring over and over!]
[Now I have just this one fucking hope left in the world, and you want to personally destroy it!]
[Today, it's you or me!]
Fyren said: "Senior Brother, I could tolerate anything else. But if you dare plot against the shantytown, I will take your life!"
"Oh? With what?"
Otto stretched out his hand, examining his palm: "I've already figured you out. Running out of steam, aren't you? I don't know what twisted method the master used to get you this far, but with your foundation, holding out until now must have drained you completely. But me!"
Otto's eyes blazed with fury: "I haven't even been touched at my core! Divine Crusher! Activate!"
Flora, still lying on the beam, cried out in terror: "Young lord! Don't!"
Hummm—!
Fyren clearly felt it—Otto's power surged dramatically!
He was different now!
Shit!
He can just become stronger with Divine Crusher!?
Otto laughed maniacally: "Hakan, watch closely! See for yourself who I truly am!"
Hakan grew excited, wiping the blood from his nose and jumping up: "Fyren! My dad told me—Otto is a hidden master, incredibly powerful in Southlandia! You think you stand a chance? Otto, kill him! Crystalpeak City will be ours!"
"To hell with that damn shantytown! It's just a money pit! We'll build an amusement city! A casino! The biggest casino in Northlandia! Massive profits!"
"Fyren, you're nothing but a fucking beggar! Come on! Hit me! Hit me again! Smash my face again! Run me over with a car again! Break my legs again! And you even had the nerve to play the sympathizer—I nearly had a stroke from rage lying in that hospital bed! Today you're dead! Otto, it's all up to you!"
Otto charged forward violently.
Fyren thought to himself: Here it comes!
"Turtle Fist! Take this, junior brother!"
"The Great Sage Subdues the Tiger! Bring it, senior brother!"
Everyone was utterly terrified.
The energy erupting from these two was beyond anything ordinary people could comprehend.
Both moved with extreme speed—every punch, every kick, every move was executed with insane ferocity and madness.
As they clashed, a whirlwind formed around them, stirring up dust from the unfinished concrete floor.
Sabrina struggled to her feet, blood trickling from her lips, completely stunned.
"This guy… he's actually… evenly matched with my young lord?"
Flora was equally shocked.
That day, I actually thought I could kill him… In truth, him sparing me was already showing me mercy.
He even deliberately had Sherry stop me!
Damn it! From start to finish, have you all been treating me like an idiot!?
Thud!
Thud!
Fyren and Otto each took a solid punch from the other, both sent flying backward.
Fyren skidded far across the floor, bracing himself with one hand as he spat out a mouthful of blood.
He lifted his head, teeth gritted, eyes burning with overwhelming hatred.
This guy—how is he so damn tough!?
Otto also slid backward, his body teetering on the edge of losing control before he finally managed to steady himself.
He calmly withdrew the hand he had almost used to break his fall.
The difference between them was now clear.
Although Fyren could fight Otto on equal terms in terms of skill,
the damage he took from Otto's punch was entirely different from what Otto suffered from his.
In other words, if this dragged on, Fyren would be beaten to death.
And worse—Fyren's time was running out.
Otto smiled: "Junior brother, it seems the senior brother is still the senior brother. The elder brother remains the elder brother. And the younger brother… will always just be the younger brother."
Fyren wanted to retort, but his energy and blood were churning violently. He could only press his lips tightly together and glare at Otto.
"You can resent it all you want, but it won't change anything. The brutal battles I've survived are far more than you could ever imagine!"
Otto spread his arms wide: "Damn it! This actually makes me nostalgic for those days of combat! I thought coming here would just mean doing business peacefully and living leisurely as a young lord. But…"
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb and grinned: "With a junior brother like you, I really won't be bored."
However, Flora and Sherry knew—Divine Crusher came with severe aftereffects.
Otto couldn't keep this up for much longer either.
But to finish off Fyren, he probably had just enough time.
Fyren took a deep breath, calming the turmoil within him, and forced a smile: "Senior brother, shall we continue?"
"Hah! Now that's the spirit of a true man!"
Otto laughed: "What's that saying they have here? 'Now that's one tough son of a bitch!' Ahahaha!"
Eliza rushed over, supporting Fyren: "Fyren, are you alright?"