Reborn as a Transcendent
Author: Mad Flower
Chapter 618: Heh, The Naïve Fools
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A sharp crack echoed through the airâthe unmistakable sound of bones snapping. What followed was a relentless barrage of forceful blows, each one reverberating like cannon fire.
In that instant, Hankâs entire body was consumed by excruciating pain. It felt as though every nerve had been severed, and his mind was on the brink of collapse from the overwhelming agony.
âA Grandmaster⦠This woman is actually a Grandmaster!â But by the time he realized the horrifying truth, it was far too lateâthere was no room left for regret.
In the blink of an eye, Hank was reduced to little more than a lifeless rag doll, his body flung through the air by her final devastating strike. Blood sprayed across the night sky, a grotesque contrast to the cold, crisp air.
Dougâs face turned ghostly pale as he watched in horror. His pupils shrank to mere pinpoints, and his entire body froze as though encased in ice.
"Utterly pathetic." Yaeger lowered her fist, her voice cold and devoid of emotion.
At that moment, Hankâs battered body hit the ground with a resounding thud. His eyes rolled back, and his body gave a final twitch before succumbing to unconsciousness.
"Your turn," Yaeger said calmly, shifting her gaze from Hankâs limp form to the petrified Doug.
The fear that had gripped him earlier came rushing back, magnified tenfold, rendering him completely helpless. His desperate cries were met only with the sight of a dozen translucent tentacles materializing before him.
Dougâs bulky frame was mercilessly tossed around like a ragdoll as the tentacles struck him repeatedly, each blow echoing like a sharp crack in the night. Before he could even manage a scream, Yaeger delivered a precise strike that rendered him unconscious.
"I wonder how much ransom I can squeeze out of these two⦠or maybe Iâll just bill them for their medical expenses," Yaeger mused aloud, her voice tinged with mockery. It was clear her mercy wasnât out of kindness. With her wallet running thin, Yaeger saw this as a prime opportunity to replenish her funds.
Recognizing their influential backgrounds, she naturally intended to milk this situation for all it was worth. Grabbing some rattan vines from the nearby forest, Yaeger began binding them together, only to pause as a thought crossed her mind.
"Itâs better if I donât reveal the full extent of my strength just yet," she murmured to herself. With a wave of her hand, two glowing green needles appeared. She swiftly began performing acupuncture on both Doug and Hank.
It was the very same technique she had used to reduce Jordan to a mindless fool. As long as they were alive, they held value. Nothing else mattered to her.
Within seconds, Yaeger finished her meticulous work.
"Well, it seems I wonât be coming back here anytime soon," she remarked, surveying the scene. She glanced around at the devastationâa ruined landscape marked by shattered earth and scattered debris.
In Roc City, there werenât many places as deserted as thisâmaking it the perfect battlefield for her. Unfortunately, this area had already been cordoned off and was slated for construction soon. RðÎÃÊÄÊ
Once construction began and the area became bustling with workers, it would no longer serve her needs.
"Iâll need to find another battlefield," she muttered to herself.
With her two unconscious
in tow, she swiftly left the area. Not long after, several workers who had heard the commotion arrived to investigate the scene. When they saw the destructionâa site that looked as though it had been hit by bombs and swept by a typhoonâthey felt chills run down their spines.
They couldnât help but wonder if someone had just detonated explosives there.
Meanwhile, in the lavishly decorated office of the Glory Entertainment Center⦠Scarry and Leroy sat across from each other in a heavy silence. Both men were waiting anxiously for news of the outcome.
In their minds, the ideal outcome would be Hank returning triumphant, carrying [Princess]'s head.
"Those two brats are hopelessly ignorant," Scarry said abruptly, breaking the silence. He was, of course, referring to Stanley and Mack, who had departed the Entertainment Center earlier.
"Linhan prioritizes economic power over physical strength. Most people here only care about making money," Leroy remarked coolly. "Yet, as a key figure in the Lin Family, one of the Four Major Families, he knows so little about Martial Artists. Itâs appalling how ignorant he is," he added.
"I imagine tonightâs events taught them a thing or two," Scarry replied indifferently. He didnât think highly of these young masters and heirs, who seemed to excel only at partying.
They were welcome to patronize his establishment and would always receive top-tier serviceâfor the right price. But forming genuine friendships with the likes of them? Impossible.
"Letâs change the subject," Leroy said, shaking his head. "Itâs been a while now. I wonder if Hank has managed to succeed."
Their conversation flowed smoothly, like two old friends who had known each other for years. However, within the hierarchy of the Xu Family, Scarryâs status was at least one or two ranks beneath Leroyâs.
To the martial families, an ordinary person incapable of becoming a Martial Artist was no better than a servant. However, the bond between the two men was strong enough that such distinctions didnât matter to them.
Besides, times had changed. The rigid, old-fashioned rules of the past no longer held sway.
Scarry picked up his teacup and sipped his tea. "By now, heâs probably on his way back with her head."
Leroy nodded in agreement. "I believe so too."
To them, a Half-Step Grandmaster could dispatch a Pinnacle Master effortlessly. As long as she was found, the task would be completed swiftly.
"Heh, that woman was far too arrogant before, acting like she was invincible. But now, sheâll be crushed like the insect she is!" Scarry sneered as he set down his teacup.
The memory of being forced to kneel and having his treasury plundered ignited a surge of hatred in Scarryâs heart, reaching its peak. Simultaneously, an overwhelming sense of ecstasy washed over him. It was the intoxicating bliss of impending vengeance.
"Exactly. This is the inevitable fate of a shortsighted fool who doesnât understand true strength," Leroy chuckled. But even as he laughed, a sharp pain flared in his chest, wracking his nerves. The lingering injury Yaeger had inflicted tormented him relentlessly.
"Your injury acting up again?" Scarry asked with concern, rising to his feet when he noticed Leroyâs pained expression.
"Yes," Leroy admitted, nodding weakly. "That vile woman fractured my bones that day."
"Why not go to the hospital and have it treated?" Scarry suggested.
"Itâs pointless. Her Internal Strength is embedded in the wound. Only a highly skilled healer knowledgeable in Internal Strength can fix this," Leroy said, shaking his head.
"In that case, you should return to the Xu Family tomorrow morning. Iâll handle things here, so thereâs no need for you to worry," Scarry replied solemnly as he sat back down.
"Thatâs my plan as well," Leroy said with a faint sigh.
Urgent rapping echoed from the door.
"Heh, speak of the devilâthey must be back!" Scarry chuckled lightly as he rose to his feet and called toward the door, "Come in." He could hardly wait to see the look of terror frozen on her severed head!
"Brother Nan, Brother Nan! Th-this⦠thisâ¦" The door burst open as an underling dressed in a black suit rushed in, his face pale and his expression panicked, as though he had just seen a ghost.
"What are you panicking for?" Scarry snapped, his tone laced with irritation.
This man was supposed to be a gangster, yet he acted like a frightened child. Scarry silently lamented how utterly useless the younger generation had become. Suppressing his disapproval, he pressed the man sharply. "Spit it out. Whatâs going on?"
"Th-that⦠that woman⦠w-womanâ¦" the underling stammered, struggling to form a coherent sentence.
"What about this woman? Waitâwho exactly are you talking about?" Scarryâs brows furrowed in confusion. It was at that moment Scarry sensed something was very wrong. An ominous feeling crept into his chest, gnawing at his composure.
As if to confirm his suspicions, a bright red figure glided silently into the office. In each hand, she casually held a giant dumpling, her presence radiating an unsettling calm.
A sharp crack echoed through the airâthe unmistakable sound of bones snapping. What followed was a relentless barrage of forceful blows, each one reverberating like cannon fire.
In that instant, Hankâs entire body was consumed by excruciating pain. It felt as though every nerve had been severed, and his mind was on the brink of collapse from the overwhelming agony.
âA Grandmaster⦠This woman is actually a Grandmaster!â But by the time he realized the horrifying truth, it was far too lateâthere was no room left for regret.
In the blink of an eye, Hank was reduced to little more than a lifeless rag doll, his body flung through the air by her final devastating strike. Blood sprayed across the night sky, a grotesque contrast to the cold, crisp air.
Dougâs face turned ghostly pale as he watched in horror. His pupils shrank to mere pinpoints, and his entire body froze as though encased in ice.
"Utterly pathetic." Yaeger lowered her fist, her voice cold and devoid of emotion.
At that moment, Hankâs battered body hit the ground with a resounding thud. His eyes rolled back, and his body gave a final twitch before succumbing to unconsciousness.
"Your turn," Yaeger said calmly, shifting her gaze from Hankâs limp form to the petrified Doug.
The fear that had gripped him earlier came rushing back, magnified tenfold, rendering him completely helpless. His desperate cries were met only with the sight of a dozen translucent tentacles materializing before him.
Dougâs bulky frame was mercilessly tossed around like a ragdoll as the tentacles struck him repeatedly, each blow echoing like a sharp crack in the night. Before he could even manage a scream, Yaeger delivered a precise strike that rendered him unconscious.
"I wonder how much ransom I can squeeze out of these two⦠or maybe Iâll just bill them for their medical expenses," Yaeger mused aloud, her voice tinged with mockery. It was clear her mercy wasnât out of kindness. With her wallet running thin, Yaeger saw this as a prime opportunity to replenish her funds.
Recognizing their influential backgrounds, she naturally intended to milk this situation for all it was worth. Grabbing some rattan vines from the nearby forest, Yaeger began binding them together, only to pause as a thought crossed her mind.
"Itâs better if I donât reveal the full extent of my strength just yet," she murmured to herself. With a wave of her hand, two glowing green needles appeared. She swiftly began performing acupuncture on both Doug and Hank.
It was the very same technique she had used to reduce Jordan to a mindless fool. As long as they were alive, they held value. Nothing else mattered to her.
Within seconds, Yaeger finished her meticulous work.
"Well, it seems I wonât be coming back here anytime soon," she remarked, surveying the scene. She glanced around at the devastationâa ruined landscape marked by shattered earth and scattered debris.
In Roc City, there werenât many places as deserted as thisâmaking it the perfect battlefield for her. Unfortunately, this area had already been cordoned off and was slated for construction soon. RðÎÃÊÄÊ
Once construction began and the area became bustling with workers, it would no longer serve her needs.
"Iâll need to find another battlefield," she muttered to herself.
With her two unconscious
in tow, she swiftly left the area. Not long after, several workers who had heard the commotion arrived to investigate the scene. When they saw the destructionâa site that looked as though it had been hit by bombs and swept by a typhoonâthey felt chills run down their spines.
They couldnât help but wonder if someone had just detonated explosives there.
Meanwhile, in the lavishly decorated office of the Glory Entertainment Center⦠Scarry and Leroy sat across from each other in a heavy silence. Both men were waiting anxiously for news of the outcome.
In their minds, the ideal outcome would be Hank returning triumphant, carrying [Princess]'s head.
"Those two brats are hopelessly ignorant," Scarry said abruptly, breaking the silence. He was, of course, referring to Stanley and Mack, who had departed the Entertainment Center earlier.
"Linhan prioritizes economic power over physical strength. Most people here only care about making money," Leroy remarked coolly. "Yet, as a key figure in the Lin Family, one of the Four Major Families, he knows so little about Martial Artists. Itâs appalling how ignorant he is," he added.
"I imagine tonightâs events taught them a thing or two," Scarry replied indifferently. He didnât think highly of these young masters and heirs, who seemed to excel only at partying.
They were welcome to patronize his establishment and would always receive top-tier serviceâfor the right price. But forming genuine friendships with the likes of them? Impossible.
"Letâs change the subject," Leroy said, shaking his head. "Itâs been a while now. I wonder if Hank has managed to succeed."
Their conversation flowed smoothly, like two old friends who had known each other for years. However, within the hierarchy of the Xu Family, Scarryâs status was at least one or two ranks beneath Leroyâs.
To the martial families, an ordinary person incapable of becoming a Martial Artist was no better than a servant. However, the bond between the two men was strong enough that such distinctions didnât matter to them.
Besides, times had changed. The rigid, old-fashioned rules of the past no longer held sway.
Scarry picked up his teacup and sipped his tea. "By now, heâs probably on his way back with her head."
Leroy nodded in agreement. "I believe so too."
To them, a Half-Step Grandmaster could dispatch a Pinnacle Master effortlessly. As long as she was found, the task would be completed swiftly.
"Heh, that woman was far too arrogant before, acting like she was invincible. But now, sheâll be crushed like the insect she is!" Scarry sneered as he set down his teacup.
The memory of being forced to kneel and having his treasury plundered ignited a surge of hatred in Scarryâs heart, reaching its peak. Simultaneously, an overwhelming sense of ecstasy washed over him. It was the intoxicating bliss of impending vengeance.
"Exactly. This is the inevitable fate of a shortsighted fool who doesnât understand true strength," Leroy chuckled. But even as he laughed, a sharp pain flared in his chest, wracking his nerves. The lingering injury Yaeger had inflicted tormented him relentlessly.
"Your injury acting up again?" Scarry asked with concern, rising to his feet when he noticed Leroyâs pained expression.
"Yes," Leroy admitted, nodding weakly. "That vile woman fractured my bones that day."
"Why not go to the hospital and have it treated?" Scarry suggested.
"Itâs pointless. Her Internal Strength is embedded in the wound. Only a highly skilled healer knowledgeable in Internal Strength can fix this," Leroy said, shaking his head.
"In that case, you should return to the Xu Family tomorrow morning. Iâll handle things here, so thereâs no need for you to worry," Scarry replied solemnly as he sat back down.
"Thatâs my plan as well," Leroy said with a faint sigh.
Urgent rapping echoed from the door.
"Heh, speak of the devilâthey must be back!" Scarry chuckled lightly as he rose to his feet and called toward the door, "Come in." He could hardly wait to see the look of terror frozen on her severed head!
"Brother Nan, Brother Nan! Th-this⦠thisâ¦" The door burst open as an underling dressed in a black suit rushed in, his face pale and his expression panicked, as though he had just seen a ghost.
"What are you panicking for?" Scarry snapped, his tone laced with irritation.
This man was supposed to be a gangster, yet he acted like a frightened child. Scarry silently lamented how utterly useless the younger generation had become. Suppressing his disapproval, he pressed the man sharply. "Spit it out. Whatâs going on?"
"Th-that⦠that woman⦠w-womanâ¦" the underling stammered, struggling to form a coherent sentence.
"What about this woman? Waitâwho exactly are you talking about?" Scarryâs brows furrowed in confusion. It was at that moment Scarry sensed something was very wrong. An ominous feeling crept into his chest, gnawing at his composure.
As if to confirm his suspicions, a bright red figure glided silently into the office. In each hand, she casually held a giant dumpling, her presence radiating an unsettling calm.