Zayen’s figure flickered again, instantly crossing the distance between them.
In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of the transford fat young man and grabbed him by the neck, slamming him violently down onto the ruins.
Boom!
The young man’s head was driven nearly three ters into the ground, forming a terrifying crater several zhang wide.
Before he could even react, a storm of fist shadows rained down toward his face.
He only felt an endless barrage of terrifying punches smashing into him.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Each blow landed with crushing force, shaking the ground beneath them. His vision blurred as Zayen’s fists struck again and again, faster and heavier with every hit. Blood splattered across the shattered ruins as his head was repeatedly hamred into the crater.
After enduring several more crushing punches, the transford young man’s body could no longer maintain its form.
The powerful physique that had appeared monts ago began collapsing rapidly.
His muscles shrank.
The crimson aura around him flickered violently like a dying fla.
In the blink of an eye, the well-built warrior disappeared, and the fat young man returned to his original bloated form, his face already swollen and covered in blood.
"Stop—stop! Stop!"
He cried out miserably, his voice trembling with fear.
But Zayen showed no rcy. His eyes were cold, completely cold.
Bang!
Another fist smashed into the fat young man’s face, burying his head even deeper into the crater.
The ground trembled violently.
Dust and broken stones shot into the air.
The fat young man felt his vision spinning wildly. Every bone in his face seed to be cracking apart.
"Wait—! Wait! I—"
Bang!
Another punch cut him off.
Blood sprayed across the shattered ruins.
Zayen finally stopped after a few more punches.
He grabbed the fat young man by the collar and lifted him up like a broken rag doll. The once-arrogant player now looked miserable beyond recognition.
His nose was crooked. His lips were torn.
His eyes were swollen nearly shut. Zayen looked at him quietly for a mont before speaking in a calm voice.
"Run again."
The fat young man’s entire body trembled violently.
Run?
Run my ass!
If he tried running now, this lunatic would probably beat him to death before he could take ten steps.
"I... I won’t run! I swear!"
He shouted desperately. Zayen stared at him for a mont longer. Then a faint smile slowly appeared on his face.
But strangely, that smile made the fat young man feel even more terrified. Because at that mont, Zayen’s six golden wings slowly unfolded behind him again. Golden light spilled across the ruined battlefield. And the pressure in the air suddenly beca ten tis heavier.
Zayen tightened his grip on the fat young man’s collar and spoke again. His voice was calm, but it carried an undeniable pressure. "Now... give the fragnt."
The fat young man’s swollen face stiffened.
For a mont, he didn’t respond. His eyes flickered rapidly, clearly struggling with sothing in his mind. That fragnt was the most valuable treasure he had obtained since entering this ruin. If he handed it over now, everything he had fought for would be gone.
But when his gaze t Zayen’s cold eyes—
His heart trembled. He had no doubt. If he refused, this lunatic in front of him would absolutely beat him to death without hesitation.
"I... I..." The fat young man hesitated, his voice trembling.
Zayen’s eyes narrowed slightly.
The hand gripping the collar slowly tightened.
Crack...
The sound of fabric tearing echoed softly.
At the sa ti, a faint golden light began gathering around Zayen’s fist again.
Seeing this, the fat young man’s face instantly turned pale. "Wait! Wait! I’ll give it! I’ll give it!"
He shouted hurriedly, his voice almost breaking.
Only then did Zayen stop. The golden light around his fist slowly faded. The fat young man swallowed hard before tremblingly reaching toward his chest.
His fingers moved slowly, as if every movent weighed a thousand kilograms.
Finally, he pulled out a small object. A blue crystal fragnt.
Zayen’s eyes imdiately focused on it.
The fat young man forced out an ugly smile and held the fragnt forward with shaking hands. "H-here... take it. . ..."
He spoke carefully, afraid that a single wrong word might anger Zayen again.
Zayen stared at the fragnt for a mont. Then he reached out and took it from the fat young man’s hand.
After examining it briefly, Zayen nodded slightly.
With a flick of his wrist, he placed the fragnt into his storage ring. Then, without another word, he casually tossed the fat young man’s battered body to the side.
The fat young man rolled several tis across the ruined ground before finally stopping.
He lay there gasping for breath, his entire body aching as if every bone had been shattered.
For a mont, he didn’t dare move.
He only looked up at Zayen with fear still lingering in his swollen eyes.
anwhile, Zayen glanced at the fat young man lying on the ground like a dead rat and shook his head.
Without saying another word, he turned around and was about to fly away.
Just as he spread his wings, a weak voice suddenly ca from behind him. "Wait..."
Zayen stopped. Slowly, he turned his head and looked back.
The fat young man was still lying in the crater, his body covered in dust and blood. With great difficulty, he lifted his head slightly, his swollen eyes barely able to open.
"What now?"
Zayen narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the fat young man strangely.
He didn’t understand why the man had stopped him again.
Did this guy still want another beating?
Zayen’s gaze turned colder as he stared down at the fat young man lying in the crater.
"If you called just to waste my ti," he said calmly, "I don’t mind giving you a few more punches."
The fat young man’s body imdiately trembled when he heard this.
He hurriedly waved his hands despite the pain shooting through his arms. "N-no! That’s not it!"
He struggled to sit up, his swollen face forcing out a flattering smile that looked even uglier than before. "I just... I just wanted to ask sothing."
Zayen looked at him coldly. "Speak."
The fat young man scratched the back of his head awkwardly, clearly embarrassed. For a mont he hesitated, as if gathering the courage to say it.
Then he blurted it out shalessly. "Can I... follow you?"
The surroundings suddenly beca quiet.
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Zayen stared at him, montarily at a loss for words. The fat young man’s request left him speechless—he had just beaten him rcilessly monts ago, and now he wanted to follow him?
The fat young man coughed lightly and quickly explained, his voice full of urgency.
"I an—look at it this way! You’re powerful, incredibly powerful! And this ruin is dangerous. If I follow you, I won’t cause you any trouble at all!"
He quickly raised three fingers like he was making an oath.
"I swear! I’ll be useful!"
"I can run errands! I can scout ahead! I can even carry things!"
Zayen’s expression remained indifferent, but he was speechless inside.
The fat young man continued speaking shalessly. "Besides... you already beat half to death anyway. If soone stronger cos along, I’ll just die."
He pointed at himself pitifully and continued, "But if I follow you, at least I’ll survive!"
Zayen looked at him quietly for a mont.
Then he spoke. "And why would I bring a burden with ?"
The fat young man froze for a few seconds, and then his face imdiately turned serious, as if he had been waiting for that exact question.
"I’m not just any burden," he said quickly.
"I have a talent called Seeking Good Fortune and Avoiding Misfortune. It alerts to danger before it strikes...and even points the way to treasure."
Zayen’s eyes flickered slightly when he heard this.
The fat young man noticed the reaction instantly and hurried to continue. "I know where several treasure locations are... and I also know where the dangerous places are."
Seeing that Zayen hadn’t imdiately refused, the fat young man quickly crawled to his feet despite the pain and slapped his chest proudly.
"My na is Lucien Ardent, but you can just call Lucien or Fatty!"
Then he grinned shalessly.
"From now on, you can treat as your loyal follower!"
"Wait... what was your na again?"
"Lucien Ardent! Aren’t you the one who discovered a new thod to recover stamina by consuming the at of magical beasts?"
"Hahaha... it seems the Boss has already heard of . What an honor!"
Zayen looked at him for a long mont.
Then he shook his head slightly.
"Shaless."
But he didn’t tell him to leave.Lucien’s eyes instantly lit up.Because in his experience not being rejected ant there was still hope.
He imdiately hurried over and stood behind Zayen like a loyal attendant, ignoring the fact that his face was still swollen like a pig’s head."Boss, where are we going next?"
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