Fyren glanced back at Eliza. "What are you talking about? How could anything be wrong with me? Did you not see how awesome I was just now?"
Eliza said, "I was so worried about you."
"Shoo, shoo, go play somewhere. I'll talk after I finish beating him up."
"Then go for it, hubby! If you win, I'll reward you tonight!"
"What reward?"
"Aiyā, you know!"
Fyren laughed. "Go back and watch, you little temptress."
Otto was furious. "Eliza! Why are you still hanging out with him? Haven't you realized yet? The richest people are on my side! I have the four great personal guards—the most powerful young women in the world are my personal guards! Fyren is just a scumbag who made his fortune through flattery and scheming!"
Eliza yelled angrily, "You're the one trying to blow up public utilities! Who's the real scumbag here?!"
Otto was taken aback. "That was Hakan's doing! It has nothing to do with me! I only captured Zaring!"
Hakan wasn't having it. "Hey, hey, hey, Otto, that's not fair, is it? You're a real piece of work."
"What did you say!?" Otto demanded angrily.
"N-nothing."
Otto gritted his teeth. "Junior brother! Let's go again!"
Fyren clenched his teeth and charged forward. "Bring it on!"
Otto shouted, "Wang Ba Quan, Second Form! Activate!"
Fyren secretly clutched the Blink Card in his hand and darted forward. Just as the two were about to clash—
Fyren yelled, "Blink!"
Otto's punch hit empty air; there was suddenly no one in front of him. As he stood there bewildered—
Fyren's fist struck hard from behind.
Otto stumbled forward and fell to the ground.
Fyren was also exhausted, breathing heavily like an ox.
That should do it, right?
Flora and Sabrina were going crazy!
What kind of movement technique was that?!
Does Fyren have this many hidden cards?!
That kind of movement didn't seem like martial arts anymore—it was more like magic!
There was no way to see with the naked eye how he instantly shifted over!
If Fyren's current combat power was combined with this bizarre movement technique… then he'd be invincible!
But only Fyren knew: he only had one Blink Card.
Next, it needed cooldown.
Unexpectedly, Otto stood up again.
He slowly turned around, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth.
Flora and Sabrina were both in tears. "Young Lord…"
Otto's eyes were red. "Fyren… I just don't get it! Why… why won't you just… let me crush you under my foot obediently?"
Fyren panted. "Listen to yourself. Does that sound like something a human would say?"
"Heh heh… haha… AHAHAHA—"
"Hey, hey, hey, if you laugh like that, you sound like a villain! Normally, I should be the one laughing like this! Heh heh… haha… AHAHA— damn, I can't even copy that vibe."
Fyren gave up.
Otto snarled in anger, "You think I'm joking with you?! Do you know why I can always take more hits than you? Divine Crusher enhances defense all over the body! So, unless you have some heaven-defying skill, trading blows with me here—you'll be the one to die first."
Fyren narrowed his eyes. "Got it. You've got your shield and your madness, huh? Nothing but a damn turtle shell, fuck."
He was inwardly panicking:
Dammit!
How the hell am I supposed to fight this!?
Fyren immediately said, "But any defensive technique has a weakness!"
Otto frowned. "So what? Do you know where my weakness is?"
Fyren looked up. There was no time left!
Only about ten seconds remained.
He had to end this now! Otherwise, he would truly die here today.
Screw it! What damn weakness! Your whole body is a weakness!
Fyren took a deep breath:
[Last five seconds! I'm going all out—five seconds of true man mode!]
[In this line of work, you decide your own fate—how to walk the path, I choose myself!]
"Senior brother! Let's go again!"
"Fine! Let's see if you can find my weakness!"
Flora also knew—this was the final round!
She slapped the beam and shouted, "Young Lord, be careful of his weird blink step!"
Sabrina also yelled, "Young Lord, his energy is fading! You can take him head-on!"
Hakan grew anxious and shouted, "Otto, hang in there! Just hang on!"
Eliza was fuming inwardly. Who the hell do you think you're cheering for!?
Eliza roared, "Fyren! Tonight, I'll wear lingerie and do a pole dance for you! Beat him to death!"
Everyone turned to look at Eliza.
Eliza stood her ground, fearless. "What? Never seen a female CEO get frisky!?"
Fyren turned back, tears streaming down his face. "That is NOT encouraging, okay!?"
Otto saw this—had these two already gotten to this point!?
I'm so pissed!
Today, I'm going all out against you!
Everyone…
Even outsiders like Hakan and Eliza…
Could tell that this was likely the last exchange between the two of them.
This final move would determine today's outcome.
Who would win?
No one knew.
Both sides were nervous.
Otto was using… Divine Crusher.
It boosted his combat power, allowing him to fight a cheater like Fyren life-or-death.
Fyren, for some reason, was still powerful despite being low-level.
It was like he'd learned his ultimate move right from level one—terrifying.
Plus, he had summoner skills—he could Blink whenever he wanted.
Both of them were mysteries—to each other and to the audience!
Both had hidden cards, both had suspense.
Otto, Sabrina, and Flora didn't know whether Fyren's Blink had cooled down or not, so… that was the biggest suspense!
And Fyren—he was going to use that suspense!
Even though he didn't have it, he had to make them think he did!
He had no other choice. This was his last move. It either worked or it didn't.
Whatever happens, happens. I'm just a delivery guy anyway.
I've been lying low here for so long, yet I still can't change a damn thing.
"Save the world? Couldn't you have picked someone else? Out of all the experts and geniuses in the world, you chose me—a delivery guy—to save the world? You're the ones who started this nonsense!"
"I've only got so much to give. I've kept my head down just to survive this long. There's really no way out now."
"Come on then! Let's see if you can guess what my final move is!"
The world seemed to stand still.
The countdown above Fyren's head had turned red, ticking away relentlessly.
Nine, eight, seven…
Their first exchange was nothing but probing—
Their arms brushed lightly, neither committing fully before they pivoted and repositioned.
Six…
Fyren threw a feint. His obvious strike was dodged, and the hidden follow-up was smothered by Otto's palm.
Fyren had to shift again!
Five…
Otto didn't dare push recklessly, but he went low—a dirty kick aimed straight at Fyren's weak point.
Fyren… couldn't dodge!
Four…
Fyren yelled loudly:
"I Blink!"
Otto jolted in alarm and pulled his leg back instantly.
He could no longer hear Flora and Sabrina shouting behind him, warning him to watch his back.
But he saw Fyren's eyes.
He's bluffing!
Three…
Fyren had shouted "Blink"—but he had no Blink left!
None!!!
Everything came down to whether this one punch would land!
Otto reversed the mind game—pretending to fall for it!
He acted like he was turning around, but his eyes were narrowed, fixed right on Fyren in front of him.
Fyren!
Let's see if you're really that godlike!
Two…
Fyren threw the punch, roaring: "Hit!"
Otto surged with triumph.
I guessed right!
You really didn't have Blink!
Dammit! Trying to out-scheme me? You're way out of your league!
One…
Otto bellowed: "Die—!"
Fyren saw how quickly Otto reacted, coming straight for him, and he knew…
It was over.
Everything was over.
His combat experience was nothing compared to Otto's.
He was just too good.
Fyren gave up.
What's the point?
What's even the point anymore?
He's the main character… blessed with Regal Majesty.
Traveling the world with four stunning beauties, having fun wherever they go!
Isn't that just invincible!?
And my little cheats? Compared to his, can they even be called cheats!?
They're just… like going back to respawn with slightly better gear.
What he has—that's the real cheat.
At this point, all Fyren could do was throw this last punch and leave the rest to fate.
Otto's vicious grin, his ruthlessness, his arrogance…
It all felt like a final sentencing—Fyren's execution.
In that moment, Fyren remembered running under the sunset—those were the days of his youth, without regrets…
A time he could never return to.
Mom, I'm sorry. Your son wasn't capable enough. I won't make it back to help you get better.
Just then, a sharp voice cut through:
"Don't you dare hurt my master!"
BAM!
Sherry dropped from above, slamming straight into Otto just as he was about to strike, and took Fyren's full-force blow herself.
Otto might have been able to withstand that punch.
But Sherry? Or Flora? There was no way they could.
Fyren's face paled in panic. He pulled back at the last second, thinking—if I die, I die, but I can't take Sherry with me!
She's not a bad person. Killing her would be pointless.
So Sherry's long sword pierced into Fyren's chest—
While Fyren's fist swept past, just missing her face.
Sherry was an ancient martial artist. She could sense the sheer power behind that punch—and she knew Fyren had deliberately held back to avoid her.
At once, she withdrew her blade.
Luckily, it had only gone in a little—just the tip.
But from shifting his momentum, Fyren stumbled sideways and crashed hard onto the ground, rolling twice before finally stopping, covered in dust.
Lying sprawled on his back, he gasped:
"Damn… still alive."
Sherry stood where she was, guilt written all over her face.
Why didn't he hurt me?
He could have… he could have killed me.
Why?
Sabrina struggled to her feet and limped over to Otto. "Young Lord, are you alright?"
Flora also climbed down with difficulty, clutching her chest as she made her way over. "Young Lord, are you hurt?"
Otto sat on the ground, expression calm, one fist clenched tightly near his mouth—lost in thought.
Sherry kept her eyes on Fyren, still lying on the ground, her heart heavy with regret.
Eliza stumbled toward him, tears streaming down her face. "Fyren, Fyren, how are you? Are you okay?"
Fyren grinned. "Still in one piece, aren't I? Don't forget my pole dance tonight."
"You scared me to death!" Eliza sobbed, then glanced nervously toward the others. "Is… is Otto going to come back?"
This time, Fyren really laughed. "Nope. He's not going anywhere. Ahahaha! AHAHAHA—!"
He roared toward the sky: "Now that's what I call a villain's laugh! Ahahahaha…!"
Eliza sensed there was something she wasn't getting, but… she had no idea what it was.
Fyren laughed until tears ran down his face.
Eventually, Eliza started laughing too. "You idiot… always making me worry."