"Woohoo—" Dominic let out a wild laugh, his whole body like a dark shadow rapidly charging towards the group of thugs. His movements were smooth and fluid, swift and fierce. Each of his actions carried a sense of easy arrogance, as if he was toying with the thugs rather than fighting seriously. His fist shot out, hitting one of the thugs in the jaw. Before the latter could even react, he was sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the ground with a muffled thud.
Dominic slightly twisted his neck, spread his hands, and made a provocative gesture. A roguish smile hung on his face, his eyes filled with mockery: "Hey guys, didn't expect that, huh? So many of you surrounding me, yet still so useless. Did you guys train on a kindergarten playground? Or do you only know how to play the bad guy and can't even use your fists?"
As he mocked them, he skillfully dodged the weapons swung by the thugs again, his figure sliding like a ghost. His arm shot out like a whip, striking a thug holding an iron rod hard in the abdomen. The thug immediately let out a scream, and the weapon flew out of his hand. Dominic glanced at the iron rod on the ground, shaking his head with a smile: "Are you carrying such a big thing to compensate for something? I get it, I get it, don't be too discouraged, after all, not everyone can be as... well-rounded as me."
His eyes held a clear sexual innuendo, and the teasing in his words made the faces of the thugs opposite turn green with rage. Someone gritted their teeth and roared: "You lunatic! Don't get cocky, brothers, kill him!"
As soon as he finished speaking, several thugs brandished their weapons. Some pulled out machetes, some held iron rods, and some even took out daggers. The crowd immediately swarmed forward, swinging their weapons, and fiercely hacked at Dominic.
Dominic still showed no panic. He lightly sidestepped, avoiding the swinging machete. Then, he suddenly exerted force with his feet, his figure flashed, and he charged towards another thug with a dagger. His palm lightning-fast grabbed the opponent's wrist and twisted sharply. The thug's dagger flew out of his hand, its blade flashing a cold light in the air.
"Oh, buddy, it seems you're really attached to 'little knives'," Dominic quipped, a wicked smile on his lips, "But playing with knives isn't the way to solve your... 'shortcoming' problem." He punched the opponent in the face. The thug staggered back a few steps, dizzy and disoriented, before finally collapsing onto the ground.
Another thug swinging an iron rod seized the opportunity and suddenly swung it towards the back of Dominic's head from behind. Dominic didn't even turn his head, lightly leaping backward. The iron rod grazed his hair and missed, hitting the ground with a muffled thud.
Dominic scoffed with a smile, turned around, and punched the thug in the chest. The latter flew out like a ragdoll, crashing onto the ground. Dominic clapped his hands and said disdainfully: "How boring, can't you give me something more challenging? Or do you think these little tricks can make me take you seriously?"
The thugs gradually realized they were no match for Dominic. They started to feel like retreating, cold sweat appearing on their foreheads. But even so, they were still unwilling to give up and wanted to make one last counterattack.
"Stop the nonsense, brothers, let's show him what we've got!" The leading thug swung his machete and charged again, his eyes full of ferocity.
Dominic's mouth curved upward, the smile on his face becoming increasingly wild. He charged forward abruptly, instantly delivering a side kick to the thug's chest. The latter let out a scream, his entire body flying out heavily as if hit by a truck, crashing into the wall, then sliding to the ground, unable to move.
He casually shook his hands, his gaze filled with cynical provocation: "Guys, today's 'entertainment' is over. You little guys are really too weak."
After kicking the last thug to the ground, Dominic clapped his hands as if he had completed an insignificant task, the smug smile still on his face. He looked down at the few people groaning on the ground, his face devoid of any pity, instead filled with contempt and sarcasm.
"Hey, beating people up and mocking them is really awesome! Thinking about my past self...snort!" Dominic muttered to himself, his voice low and with a hint of cold laughter. A trace of nostalgia and mockery showed in his eyes, "If it were the old me—Long Yuxuan, nine to five, honestly going to work, coming home to cook instant noodles, watching some boring variety shows to kill time... what a utterly boring, mechanical life."
He remembered his past in the office, like all ordinary people, squeezing onto the subway, sitting in a cubicle, listening to the boss lecture. Life was like a never-stopping machine, every day an unchanging repetition. Those former dreams, as time passed, had long been smoothed out by trivial reality. He was once an honest, ordinary person, living the most mundane days.
"Hmph, back then, I didn't even dare to say a word back to the boss, and I had to fake smiles at those self-important colleagues." He sneered, a flash of disdain in his eyes, "But now, I am Dominic Blaze! I am the 'Superman' of this World, no one can stop me, no one can tell me what to do."
Dominic raised his head, looking up at the starry sky, a wild smile on his lips, "Rules? Restraints? These things are just a joke to me. The World I want is a World without any limits! Today, I can stand here and look down on everything, tomorrow I can rule the entire World! I am a 'god'! And these people—" He pointed at the thugs on the ground, "—are just pathetic ants, for me to toy with!"
His voice gradually deepened, carrying a nearly insane coldness and confidence, as if everything in this World was under his control.
"You ants are not qualified to speak to me." Dominic lightly kicked a thug who was still groaning on the ground, sneering, "I never believed in so-called 'justice'. What I believe in is only my own power."
He paused slightly, then his eyes became colder, his tone filled with endless confidence and contempt, "I don't need any 'hero' status, and even less do I need the shackles of rules. Because I make the rules. Those who call themselves righteous, ha, they are just using rules to protect themselves. Who am I? I am Dominic Blaze, I don't need anyone's approval, I only live for myself."
Dominic's wild laughter echoed in the night, as if he had completely surpassed all the limitations of this World, becoming the true 'god' who controlled everything.
Then, he suddenly stopped, the smile on his face transforming into a nearly comical expression. He looked up and around as if he had discovered something interesting, and suddenly said to the "air": "But seriously, hey, don't you guys learn from me." He said to the "audience" in a mock-serious tone, full of teasing and jest, "Beating people up is fun, but don't actually do it, after all... I am Homelander, you guys aren't as awesome as me."
He lightly shrugged, revealing a mischievous smile, as if reminding the readers: "Remember, this is just a story, don't be silly and try to beat people up."
After speaking, he turned around again and left the battlefield full of wreckage with a loud laugh, leaving behind a ground full of thugs who had been beaten black and blue, and a string of mocking laughter.
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