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Feng Tianlong stood before Master Han, gazing at his unconscious face. The arrogance and pride that once filled him were gradually replaced by an uncontrollable rage. He had always considered himself invincible, facing even the world-ending meteorite with a fearless attitude. Yet, the outcome was something he could not accept.
He was still standing there, surrounded by a sea of corpses, a testament to his status as the sole victor on the battlefield. But this victory left him feeling emptier than ever, as if he were being mocked. Deep down, he knew that despite surviving the meteor summoned by Master Han, he had never truly defeated it. And now, Master Han lay before him, unresponsive to his taunts.
In that moment, Feng Tianlong's pride took an unprecedented blow. He felt like a clown, unable to prove himself through battle against an opponent who could not fight back. The fire of anger burned fiercely within him, replacing any joy from his victory with an indescribable sense of humiliation.
"Are you mocking me, Master Han?" Feng Tianlong growled through clenched teeth, fury almost spilling from his eyes. "You damned old fool! How dare you lie here like this without giving me a chance for a proper fight!"
His anger grew hotter as images of his desperate struggle beneath the meteor replayed in his mind—those feelings of despair and pain transformed into an uncontrollable rage. "Lying there unconscious, do you think this means you've won? Do you think this will make me feel defeated?!"
Feng Tianlong's hands involuntarily clenched into fists, his fingers turning white from the pressure. Standing beside Master Han, he felt his own powerlessness magnified infinitely. Though Master Han was unconscious, he had inadvertently taken away the one thing Feng Tianlong desired most—a direct confrontation.
At that moment, Feng Tianlong's mindset completely collapsed. He was no longer satisfied with this so-called "victory." His heart was filled with resentment and unwillingness toward Master Han. "Damn it, old man! Wake up! I want to kill you myself and show you who is truly the strongest!"
His roar echoed across the battlefield, but the figure lying on the ground remained motionless, intensifying Feng Tianlong's anger and humiliation. He threw his head back and howled at the sky, pounding his fists into the ground as if to release his pent-up fury upon the earth itself.
Chen Yao limped over, each step a painful reminder of her exhaustion and drained Spiritual Energy. Yet her eyes sparkled with an unusual light. Upon seeing Feng Tianlong's breakdown, she couldn't help but burst into laughter—her mirth ringing harshly across the desolate battlefield.
"Hahaha!" Her laughter was laced with mockery and relief, as if she were releasing all her despair and pressure in that moment. "Look at you now, Feng Tianlong! Do you really think you've won? You look more pathetic than those soldiers you killed!"
Feng Tianlong's gaze snapped to Chen Yao, his eyes flashing with madness and rage as his fists tightened in fury, creaking under the strain. But Chen Yao paid him no mind and continued to mock him.
"Do you really think you're some invincible war god?" Chen Yao's tone dripped with sarcasm and disdain. "You’re proud of killing a bunch of weaker opponents? Pathetic! You're just a grown-up child who enjoys bullying those weaker than you to prove your strength. In reality, you're no different from those little brats!"
Feng Tianlong's expression grew increasingly grim, the murderous intent almost radiating from him. Yet, he did not strike immediately; it seemed that Chen Yao's words had pierced him deeply, leaving him momentarily speechless. His power had always been built upon the fear and death of others, but now, faced with Chen Yao's mockery, he felt a sense of helplessness and shame.
"Hahaha!" Chen Yao continued to laugh, seemingly oblivious to Feng Tianlong's fury. "Look at you now, in this pathetic state. A loser! From start to finish, you are nothing but a loser! No matter how hard you struggle, you cannot change that fact!"
Feng Tianlong's breathing became rapid, his hand instinctively rising, fingers trembling as if ready to deliver a fatal blow to Chen Yao at any moment. But Chen Yao was unafraid; she maintained her gaze on Feng Tianlong, her eyes filled with derision and disdain, as if she had seen through all his facades and weaknesses.
"Do you want to kill me?" Chen Yao taunted. "Come on, Feng Tianlong! Use your strength, use your violence, and see if you can kill everyone who laughs at you! But the truth is, you will never escape that insecure little boy inside you. You are just a failure!"
Feng Tianlong's reason finally shattered under the weight of her insults; he could no longer endure the humiliation and mockery. His rage erupted in an instant as he let out a furious roar and lunged at Chen Yao. Yet at that moment, her laughter grew even louder, as if she had foreseen this outcome and felt no fear within.
Feng Tianlong's hand shot out like lightning, gripping Chen Yao's throat and lifting her high off the ground. She felt a tremendous force emanating from his grip, nearly crushing her neck. Yet she did not struggle or show any sign of fear; instead, a mocking smile crept onto her lips.
"What's wrong? Feng Tianlong?" Chen Yao said breathlessly, her voice laced with provocation. "Are you furious? Did I hit a nerve?"
Feng Tianlong's eyes widened in rage, veins bulging on his forehead as powerful killing intent burned in his gaze. He tightened his grip further as if he wanted to snuff out Chen Yao's life immediately. However, she did not relent; she continued to jab at his vulnerabilities with her sharp tongue.
"No matter how angry or powerful you are, it doesn't change one fact—you are just a pathetic loser," Chen Yao said with thick sarcasm in her tone. "You think you can control everything? In reality, you can't even control yourself."
Feng Tianlong's muscles began to tremble involuntarily; the veins on his forehead stood out more prominently—a clear sign of his extreme anger. His expression turned feral as if he were about to tear Chen Yao apart at any moment. But she remained undaunted, intensifying her psychological assault on him.
"How strong do you think you are right now? Ha! Don't make me laugh. You believe you can control everything? You're nothing but a pitiful worm ruled by your own fears!" Her tone sharpened like a knife piercing Feng Tianlong's ears. "You are truly a complete failure; no matter how hard you struggle, you cannot escape that reality!"
Feng Tianlong's sanity seemed completely ignited; madness flickered in his eyes as his grip approached its limit. Yet Chen Yao paid no heed to this; she relentlessly continued to wound him with her words as if doing so was the only way for her to retain a glimmer of hope for victory in this desperate confrontation.
Feng Tianlong's face was tense, the madness and fury in his eyes reaching a peak. His palm trembled slightly, a surge of uncontrollable killing intent boiling within him. Chen Yao looked at him, her eyes devoid of any fear, filled instead with cold mockery, as if she had seen through everything about Feng Tianlong and regarded him with disdain.
"You are nothing but a failure, Feng Tianlong, a pathetic failure," she said contemptuously, completely ignoring the madness in his gaze.
Feng Tianlong's patience finally reached its limit. He roared, his eyes bloodshot, as if he intended to unleash all his anger upon Chen Yao in that moment. He lunged forward with force, as if he wanted to end her life instantly. Yet in Chen Yao's eyes, there was only endless disdain and laughter, as if she had foreseen this moment long ago and felt no fear at all.
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