Although Bruce is already over fifty.
In most of his life's journey, he's never really been pointed at and cursed like this by anyone.
At first, he was somewhat bewildered.
But once he realized, an unnamed fury swept through his heart.
Though he's not from East Prosperity Imperial, and usually speaks the common tongue, he can't quite grasp what the East Prosperity Imperial words like "silver-haired Philistine, gray-bearded old thief" mean.
As for the long string of words that followed, it was like listening to clouds and fog.
But that didn't prevent him from catching the undertone of humiliation.
Moreover,
without knowing why.
The latter few words sounded, making his mind explode inexplicably, and his anger meter soared.
He did not recognize Baiyu.
Firstly because of the mechanical armament clothing.
Secondly, Baiyu's voice was altered over the video call.
Bruce had no idea the person before him was his target.
But strictly speaking, he didn't really need to know.
From the start, he intended to kill everyone, then disguise it as an Extraordinary event, letting the Anomaly Bureau send others to clean up.
This way he could quietly let the fourth Demon Paper be housed in Hades Prison.
For this, he was even willing to use sealing objects capable of isolating this place, which was his last chance of salvation within his task.
If he couldn't resolve it, he'd face extremely harsh punishment from the organization.
After all, it was his idea to create an Extraordinary event by choosing a female anchor initially.
Fortunately.
With the Blood Lord's gift, he could clearly sense the Demon Paper nearby.
Next is to kill everyone here, then find the Demon Paper, and disguise the scene.
"Fighting is a sacred thing, regardless of whether the enemy is strong or weak, I will approach with utmost caution. Even if you try to anger me, I won't be affected, haha, young man, you're still too immature.."
"I am not angry at all."
Bruce suppressed the chaotic emotions in his heart, his light blue eyes calm like a cloudless sky:
"Your tricks are useless to me. Next, I'll send you on your way!"
Slap.
As the words fell.
The khaki suit shattered by the boiling Blood Qi, scraps of fabric fell like snowflakes.
Bruce revealed his refined upper body.
The scars across his body narrated his past achievements.
Muscles without any slack, arranged on the body in an orderly and aesthetically pleasing manner.
But,
An untimely voice rang out.
"If you're going to fight, fight; who taught you such a bad habit of suddenly tearing off clothes?
Do you think muscles all over make you look handsome?
With that build, you wouldn't get a center spot even in square dancing!"
Bruce's recently stabilized mood was replaced by anger again.
Not angry, I'm not angry.
If I'm not angry, then... no way!!
Damn it, this kid went too far, intolerable!!
He had the urge to immediately tear the person before him with his hands and swallow him down.
This urge grew stronger with time.
"Shut up!!!"
Seeing Baiyu's desire to continue speaking, Bruce roared, his figure shot like an arrow, reaching Baiyu in two steps.
His face was bulging with veins, filled with killing intent.
Fast!
Swift as lightning!
This speed exceeded Baiyu's naked eye capturing ability.
The gap in their levels was too great, and the protagonist aura couldn't compensate for everything.
Dodge was definitely out of the question.
Seeing the opponent cross such a long distance in just two seconds, Baiyu also gave up dodging; doing so would reveal even bigger flaws.
He stomped his feet, sinking into the ground, standing still with no intent to move!
This scene not only surprised Bruce but also startled Qian Xue who was ready to provide cover at any time.
Her first thought was, was this idiot courting death?
Her second thought was, does he have some trick up his sleeve?
Because Baiyu's fighting style was so peculiar and eye-poking, she even felt standing still waiting for the enemy to hit was a cunning plan.
Her mind must've been wrecked by Baiyu's insults, it must be.
At this moment, Bruce was like an arrow on the bowstring, having no choice but to release.
He punched into the air, releasing a clear whistling sound, the noise from skin and air rapidly friction.
Bang!
Next moment, his fist and Baiyu's chest collided together.
Whir.
Conical gusts of wind swept through.
The ground behind Baiyu was shaved off a layer, a wisp of white smoke rose, carrying a charred smell from the soil.
But.
The anticipated scene of being sent flying didn't appear.
Baiyu exhaled heavily, a weight lifted from his heart, his left hand slowly grasped Bruce's wrist: "Uncle, though you're strong, you're still much weaker than I thought.
At most you're the type with some stuff, but not much.
Use more force, damn it."
Bruce directly filtered out Baiyu's words.
He feared going mad if he listened too much.
At this moment his brain swiftly churned, weighing up Baiyu, his face sank and his heart churned with surge waves.
Did the mechanical armament block his strike just now?
No.
It was just Tier Nine mechanical armament, energy level not exceeding 900, couldn't possibly block such an attack level.
Is he an Extraordinary?
A Martial Artist in hiding?
A Mechanical Transformation?
Using a sealing object?
He ruled out possibility after possibility, Bruce was evidently feeling his brain wasn't enough, coupled with the fury clouding his mind, further affecting his judgment.
Years of combat experience informed him.
The person before him should be damn weak, weak enough to be slain with one hand. Blood Qi not exceeding 200 calories, still a Quasi-Martial Artist.
Yet reality harshly slapped him across the face.
Bruce really couldn't explain the odd phenomenon before him.
Baiyu merely used the defensive power of the hot-blooded protagonist aura + mechanical armament + Magic Elixir "Rock Form" trio.
At this point, maintaining stillness was to let Rock Form exert its effect.
Being still, is the strongest!
That punch felt like someone patting his back.
Baiyu even hoped for more punches.
"Explosive Uncle, since our duel has always been turn-based, now it's my turn, alright?"
Baiyu softly lowered his eyelids.
Seizing the moment Bruce's brain was overloading, he boldly struck.
His hands covered in Bloody Armor shot forward like a machine gun, while his mouth erupted with deafening shouts.
"Continuous · Ordinary Punch!!"
Thud thud thud.
Deep thumping sounded like drum beats.
Due to their close proximity, Bruce was instantly taken by dozens of fierce punches at this moment, all landing on his chest, with great speed and force.
His chest was dented inward, blood gushing from his mouth like a fountain.
Baiyu unleashed dozens of punches, then stopped, standing again in place, breathing heavily.
Such high-frequency output expended great physical strength.
Even now, even if he wanted to throw punches, he couldn't do it momentarily without recovering.
"Hey, is that all? It's your turn, damn it, use force, don't act like you haven't eaten, show the momentum you had just now! I beg you to kill me!"
Baiyu stood in place, reopening his mouth cannon mode.
The mush in Bruce's chest slowly moved, gradually healing.
But this regeneration was much slower than before.
His body's injuries were constantly worsening, and the power gained through sacrifice was constantly being depleted.
"This kid... this kid has something wrong."
"Can't continue like this, I'll be worn out by him."
Seeing Baiyu waiting in place for him to attack, Bruce only felt a chill racing to the top of his skull.
Such ridiculous combat, he's never encountered before!
It's utterly like two elementary kids taking turns punching each other!
But ironically, he couldn't beat the opponent.
Unprecedentedly.
Bruce's heart unexpectedly grew a trace of fear, faced with Baiyu's provocatively smiling face, the fear of wanting to turn and flee.