"Die! Die! Die! Die!"
"Zhao! Xuan!!!"
"You're courting death! You're courting death!"
The bald man's trembling, hoarse, low roar echoed through the sky.
Humiliation.
Rage.
An unprecedented fury surged through his entire body.
He was an eighth-rank expert—
yet he had been reduced to this state by Zhao Xuan, a mere fifth-rank grandmaster!
Unacceptable!
But just as his rage peaked—
Zhao Xuan had already charged straight at him.
Boom!
A punch smashed forward.
A fist wrapped in Armament Haki and boundless lightning slammed down violently.
Whooo!
As fierce winds howled, their fists collided once again.
BOOM!!!
Shockwaves exploded outward.
An eighth rank truly was an eighth rank.
Even though this bald man was clearly only at the low-eighth rank—
Even though he was among the weakest of eighth-rank experts—
An eighth rank was still an eighth rank.
That fact could not be denied.
And Zhao Xuan was only fifth rank.
A full three realms separated them.
Worse still—
Between those realms lay a chasm most people could never cross.
So even though the bald man had exhausted most of his stamina rushing here—
Even though he was grievously injured and operating at a fraction of his strength—
He was still able to fight Zhao Xuan head-on.
He even counterattacked repeatedly against Zhao Xuan's insane, storm-like offense.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Violent collisions roared endlessly.
Twenty punches.
Forty punches.
Sixty punches.
Eighty punches.
One hundred punches…
Zhao Xuan had gone mad.
Completely mad.
He was like a soulless machine, charging forward again and again without pause.
Even as terrifying recoil tore open dense cracks across his fists and arms, blood seeping from every collision—
He did not stop.
Once.
Again.
Again.
Again.
And again.
As the saying went—
Without madness, there can be no demon.
At this moment, Zhao Xuan had fully become one.
Thanks to the medicinal herbs he had swallowed earlier—worth several hundred million—
Their effects were still actively surging through his body.
Though his stamina and mental energy were being consumed at a horrifying rate, they were also being replenished at an equally terrifying speed.
Boom—Boom—Boom—Boom!
After more than ten minutes—
"Urgh!"
A muffled grunt rang out.
The bald man finally broke.
Under Zhao Xuan's relentless assault, his body was blasted backward and smashed violently into the ship's cabin.
CRASH!!!
A massive crater was carved into the hull.
Before he could rise—
Tap! Tap!
Zhao Xuan, eyes wild, charged again.
BOOM!!!!
Another punch crashed down.
"Cough… cough…"
"Damn it!"
The bald man's face had turned deathly pale.
His aura was wildly unstable.
Facing Zhao Xuan's incoming punch, he forcefully drew a breath.
In that instant—
His pale complexion flushed red.
His eyes sharpened.
His chaotic aura suddenly stabilized—
As if he had swallowed some heaven-defying treasure and shaken off his injuries.
Clearly—
He was going all out.
"GET LOST!!!!"
With a furious roar—
BOOM!!!!
His fist shot upward, carrying overwhelming force.
The next instant, it collided head-on with Zhao Xuan's punch.
PUFF!!!
Zhao Xuan spat out a mouthful of blood and was blasted backward.
Then—
Tap tap tap tap tap!
Rapid footsteps thundered across the deck.
Just as Zhao Xuan climbed back to his feet—
WHOOSH!
A slicing gale struck his face, sharp as blades.
Then—
BOOM!!!!
The bald man's fist came again.
"Perfect timing!"
Zhao Xuan roared with savage laughter.
Without fear, he swung back.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
For a stretch of time, Zhao Xuan was completely suppressed.
But every time he was knocked down—
Every time he was sent flying—
He rose instantly and charged again.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Suddenly—
Zhao Xuan felt a warm current emerge inside his battered body.
Wherever it passed, pain eased and weakness retreated.
This warmth came from the nearly thirty-plus billion worth of medicinal herbs he had consumed over the past two days.
He had absorbed only a small portion of their effects.
Most had escaped through sweat—
But roughly a quarter of the medicinal power had settled deep within his body.
Normally, it would have taken a long time to refine.
But now—
Driven by mortal danger, every cell in his body began absorbing it instinctively.
So although Zhao Xuan looked miserable—
Although he was being battered into the ground—
His condition was not deteriorating at all.
Five minutes.
Ten minutes.
Fifteen minutes…
Fifteen minutes later—
The bald man's aura destabilized once more.
And at that moment—
"Again! Again! Again!"
Zhao Xuan, just knocked away, charged once more.
"D-damn it…"
The bald man's face darkened.
Boom!
He blasted Zhao Xuan away again—
Yet fear crept into his heart.
This brat… this brat… why… why… why does this brat have such terrifying endurance?!
For the first time—
His resolve wavered.
BOOM!
Another violent clash.
Tap tap tap tap tap!
The bald man staggered backward seven or eight steps before barely stopping.
As he gasped for breath—
Zhao Xuan charged yet again.
"No… no… this can't continue…"
"If this keeps up, I'll really die at this brat's hands!"
Gritting his teeth, he gathered his strength.
After blasting Zhao Xuan away one more time—
He leapt onto his small sailboat.
Then—
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
He hammered the sail mid-air.
SPLASH! SPLASH!
Amid crashing waves, the boat shot forward.
In the blink of an eye, he was dozens of meters away.
Zhao Xuan rushed to the ship's edge and locked eyes with him.
"Hahahahahaha!"
The bald man threw his head back in maniacal laughter.
"Zhao Xuan! Just you wait! I'll make you regret this! I, Lü Xianfeng, will show you what it means to beg for death!"
"Run?" Zhao Xuan said coldly. "Do you really think you can escape?"
Without hesitation, he leapt onto his own sailboat.
After dropping the sail—
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
He punched the sail furiously while opening his space ruin, shoving two massive handfuls of medicinal herbs into his mouth.
The bald man's grin froze.
"Damn little beast!"
He hurriedly swallowed his own precious herbs and resumed punching his sail.
But in just one or two seconds—
The distance shrank by nearly thirty meters.
The two boats were dangerously close.
With one hand pounding the sail, Zhao Xuan clenched his free fist and smashed forward.
BOOM!!!
A shockwave rippled through the air.
"Damn it!"
Missing an arm, the bald man had to stop steering to block the blow.
The moment he resumed—
BOOM!!!
Another shockwave arrived.
Forced to defend again.
Again.
And again.
Two boats raced across the boundless sea, locked in pursuit.
Half an hour later—
Under Zhao Xuan's relentless pressure, the bald man's complexion grew uglier by the second.
Then—
An island appeared ahead.
His eyes flashed.
"Damn brat… you'll regret this!"
A terrifying aura erupted.
Wrinkles spread across his face.
He turned, launched one final punch—
Then leapt desperately toward the island.
"Using a forbidden technique?"
Zhao Xuan inhaled sharply and unleashed dozens of punches, neutralizing the attack.
The bald man landed on the beach and grinned savagely, slashing his throat in provocation.
Then—
He opened a ruin entrance.
One last grin—
And vanished.
Zhao Xuan landed moments later.
"Is that your confidence?" he sneered.
With a thought, he opened his desert ruin.
Seconds later, he emerged—with the golden rat.
"Your turn," Zhao Xuan said while chewing herbs.
"Chirp!"
The rat sniffed.
"Chirp chirp!"
"Two ruins?" Zhao Xuan's expression changed.
"Then open one."
The rat accepted a cactus flower and tore open the entrance.
Zhao Xuan rushed inside.
The bald man sat weakly inside.
Their eyes met.
Impossible disbelief filled the man's face.
Zhao Xuan didn't speak.
Dead men didn't need answers.
BOOM!!!!
One punch.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Finally—
POP!
The head burst.
Blood and brains splattered everywhere.
Zhao Xuan laughed wildly and collapsed.
"Eighth rank…"
"Nothing special at all."
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
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