No one expected Chen Feng to be so ruthless!
Yang Zheng gave off an overwhelmingly powerful impression. Wei Xun, who seemed so imposing, was nothing more than a dead dog in his hands, unable to even fight back, his arm twisted and broken. Moreover, the occasional sounds of tiger roars and wolf howls emanating from Yang Zheng gave everyone the illusion of being in a jungle, a place where danger lurked at every corner, and once you stepped in, there was no chance of escape!
"This madman!"
Yang Zheng cursed. He had originally come to seize food, and breaking Wei Xun’s arm was merely a punishment. If the other dared to obstruct him again, he wouldn’t leave any survivors. Having awakened the body of a hundred beasts, his aura was tinged with the will of a wild animal, and his pride would not allow a weakling to offend him.
But after seeing Chen Feng, he hesitated for a moment.
Beast.
Ferocious, extreme, yet possessing extraordinary Perception Ability.
Whenever disasters occurred, beasts often sensed it first.
Although Chen Feng appeared very gentle, Yang Zheng sensed a tinge of danger from him, a feeling he hadn’t experienced in a long time.
It wasn’t just him; even that bewitching cat girl showed no fear, unlike most women who trembled in his presence. She was aggressive and didn’t care about his authority, remaining still and formidable.
Bargaining.
Yang Zheng, ranked among the top ten in the future, was decisive and direct, rarely speaking unnecessary words. During this period, his hands were stained with considerable blood—both monsters and humans.
If Chen Feng were just an ordinary character, he would have suppressed him without hesitation, even snatching the cat girl without a word.
But now, having sensed Chen Feng’s strength, he didn’t want to lose face in front of everyone. While taking half of the food was impossible, he aimed to take some away.
The two sides were evenly matched.
According to most people’s logic, there would be bargaining, leading to a peaceful resolution, as no one would choose to make an enemy of a powerhouse like Yang Zheng over a weakling.
Young and promising, Yang Zheng was a keen judge of character, certain the other wouldn’t break relations with him, as it benefitted no one.
But who could have guessed!
Chen Feng didn’t play by normal rules. He was engaging in friendly discussion one second and turned into a storm the next, killing without hesitation at the slightest disagreement!
Such a personality—what else could it be but madness?
Reckless!
This was completely reckless!
Others only saw the surface of Yang Zheng’s strength; only Chen Feng understood his true terrifying nature!
His rebellious, greedy, and lustful nature shouldn’t have survived long in the apocalypse, but he fought through obstacles, not only surviving but growing more powerful. The Thunder Prison Battle Group he formed was one of the three major groups in J City, with members totaling over a thousand and professionals counted by the hundreds.
Destiny’s Child!
Someone favored by heaven, plundering and seizing along the way, making countless enemies but still living freely and in luxury.
The two weren’t on parallel paths originally.
But Yang Zheng should never have provoked him!
The workshop was Chen Feng’s foundation, and these people were the basis of his power. If they were bullied now without resistance, their morale would inevitably plummet to the bottom.
Once beaten will lead to a twice-diminished spirit, and a third time will crush it.
They had already failed once under Wang Yong; if bullied again under him, they might outwardly obey but would undoubtedly scheme otherwise internally.
True obedience would be impossible!
With instability among his people, Chen Feng had to take measures to stabilize them to firmly establish his power, ensuring that no adversity could defeat or destroy them!
If he acted, he had to act decisively!
Kill him!
With Chen Feng’s power newly established, he needed a sacrifice for setting an example.
"You want to destroy my foundation and make all my efforts disappear to showcase your strength? I’ll kill you and use your body of a hundred beasts as the banner!"
Chen Feng squinted, his eyes like sharp blades aimed at Yang Zheng, filled with determination and decisiveness!
With an order, Flora responded unwaveringly!
For her people, Flora was willing to give everything. Now, given a hard-won opportunity to ensure her people lived peacefully, she wouldn’t allow anyone to ruin it.
Flora leaned forward, her back instantly bowed like a drawn bow; she concentrated her strength on one point, sharpening herself like an unstoppable arrow!
She bent down, her bones making cracking noises. Amidst these sounds, Flora bared her fangs, immense power gathering and then bursting forth!
"Bang!"
In the next second, Flora shot out, so forceful that the ground underfoot sank three inches.
A single punch!
Truly, just one punch!
These delicate fists looked harmless. To others, it was like an ant shaking a tree—absurdly overestimating herself.
Even some turned their heads, unable to bear witnessing the scene of this tender girl getting her arm broken, having seen Yang Zheng’s terrifying power!
Everyone lamented Flora’s overconfidence.
Only Yang Zheng didn’t. His expression solemn, his face showcased an unprecedented seriousness. To him, she wasn’t a girl but a scorching sun. The fierce wind of her punch stifled his breath.
Fast!
Too fast!
That was his second thought.
Flora coiled herself like a bow; once released, her speed was extreme. In the blink of an eye, her delicate fists were already hammering toward Yang Zheng’s head.
In an instant.
Yang Zheng’s pupils contracted to slits. He had no time to think of anything else, letting out a shout, crossing his arms to guard his chest.
"Bang!"
Those small fists brutally crushed through, catching Yang Zheng off guard and directly smashing into his arms!
Instantly, Yang Zheng’s face flushed, and a crackling sound rang from his arms, indicating his bones were compressed.
"Ah..."
Yang Zheng howled, unable to bear it, retreating three meters before halting, his eyes flashing with ferocity as he fiercely stared at Flora, shaking his arm, which still tingled.
Flora met his gaze from afar, emotionless.
Yang Zheng had no time to ponder her incredible speed. At this moment, he had to counterattack, stepping forward, clenching his fists as a fierce aura burst from him.
"Roar of the Hundred Beasts!"
An indescribable force erupted, instantly enveloping the entire battlefield...