Rebirth of the Peak Young Master
Chapter 303: Current Era Mythology

Chapter 303: Chapter 303: Current Era Mythology

"So what?" Yang Tian asked indifferently.

Listening to Yang Tian’s detached tone and his calm, unwavering gaze, Silver Wolf instantly realized that the man standing before him was no ordinary kind-hearted soul.

He was none other than the internationally renowned God of Killing, Mr. Yang!

Silver Wolf had been to South Africa before, so it was merely out of habit that he thought to remind Yang Tian about the hostility South African blacks have toward Chinese people. Especially in areas densely populated with blacks, violent incidents often occur.

But now, upon second thought, it seemed unnecessary.

If those blacks dared to lay a hand on Yang Tian, they’d truly be digging their own graves.

Silver Wolf immediately shook his head and chuckled, saying, "It’s nothing, I just wanted to mention that blacks in densely populated areas here aren’t particularly friendly toward Chinese people. But for someone as powerful as Mr. Yang, I doubt they’d even dare."

With that, Silver Wolf quickly led Yang Tian onward.

In just a short moment, he guided Yang Tian to a place resembling a camp.

According to Silver Wolf, he only knew the general location where the Shengxi Soil was. However, the terrain there was complicated, so they needed some local "big shots" to act as guides.

This camp appeared to be the stronghold of one such big shot—Mickey.

Just as Yang Tian and Silver Wolf arrived, the armed blacks around the camp instantly became vigilant.

But upon seeing Silver Wolf, they immediately dropped their guard and started laughing.

"Well, look at that! Turns out our famed assassin Silver Wolf is here!"

One of the blacks warmly approached him, giving Silver Wolf a big hug, and joked in South African language, "Silver Wolf, you haven’t visited us in ages! Did you land another big job?"

"Mickey, you’re joking. Big jobs aren’t easy to come by. I’m just here looking for some things..."

Silver Wolf barely began speaking when Mickey waved his hand and said, "Save it—let’s talk inside the camp."

Saying so, Mickey wrapped an arm around Silver Wolf and started walking toward the camp. As for Yang Tian, he didn’t even glance at him.

Yang Tian didn’t mind either; his sole focus was the Shengxi Soil. The rest wasn’t worth his concern for now.

Yet, just as Yang Tian stepped into the camp, a piercing alarm rang out. All the blacks on site wore vicious expressions and raised their weapons, aiming them at Yang Tian.

Mickey, on the other hand, suddenly grew serious, eyes glinting coldly as he stared at Yang Tian and said, "Silver Wolf, this yellow-skinned monkey you brought along seems to not understand the rules! He brought a gun!"

"A gun?"

Silver Wolf’s face froze as he realized the gravity of the situation.

Being a formidable Innate Martial King himself, Silver Wolf rarely carried firearms except for sniper missions.

But he forgot to inform Yang Tian that these South African big shots were incredibly sensitive about someone bringing firearms into their strongholds—viewing it as the mark of mortal enmity!

So Silver Wolf quickly explained, "Mickey, there’s been a misunderstanding! This gentleman is—"

"There’s nothing to misunderstand. Bringing a gun into my camp means you’re a mortal enemy. Kill him!"

Mickey didn’t even bother listening to Silver Wolf, shedding all pretense of camaraderie as he coldly ordered his men to open fire. Then he turned and walked away, showing no further interest.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of gunfire erupted, followed by bodies hitting the ground.

Mickey smirked coldly and said, "Silver Wolf, I consider you a friend, but next time, don’t bring someone so clueless about the rules to come die."

"Die? Are you talking about me?"

At that moment, a detached voice sounded from behind Mickey.

"Who?"

Mickey froze upon hearing the voice from behind, a chill racing along his spine as he whipped around. His eyes widened instantly.

Because standing before him was Yang Tian, completely unharmed, not even a crease on his attire.

Conversely, the dozen men who had fired their guns lay sprawled across the ground, their faces frozen in terror.

Each possessed a bullet hole in the center of their foreheads, blood streaming out endlessly. Their own weapons were still emitting smoke, as if they’d shot themselves.

Silver Wolf let out a bitter laugh before saying, "Mickey, if you’d let me finish speaking, you’d know this man is Mr. Yang."

"Mr. Yang?"

"Indeed, the internationally revered legend—Mr. Yang!" Silver Wolf replied solemnly.

"Internationally revered? Legend?"

Hearing Silver Wolf’s words, Mickey not only showed no fear but sneered. "No wonder he managed to kill my men. Turns out he’s one of your high-level Martial Artists from China. But internationally revered? Legend? Him?"

Without waiting for Silver Wolf to respond further, Mickey laughed coldly and added, "You’re talking him up, but how does he compare to Lion King Leo or Fallen Knight Jerman? Even if they killed my men, they’d have to pay the price here!"

With that, Mickey let out a sudden roar, his entire body exploding with overwhelming force. Charging toward Yang Tian like a bulldozer, he seemed intent on smashing him to death on the spot.

Evidently, Mickey, who had ties to high-caliber fighters like Silver Wolf, was also a powerhouse well above the Innate level!

Seeing this, Silver Wolf’s eyelid twitched slightly.

He knew that Mickey wasn’t merely an expert above the Innate level but was ranked twenty-eighth on Dante’s Bounty List, renowned as the Tyrant!

China had the Blood Slaughter Bounty List, which was essentially a ranking of all Innate Martial Kings within the nation.

But Dante’s Bounty List was an international ranking for dark forces of significant weight.

Anyone listed was in the Legendary Realm, with bounties exceeding the billion mark!

And along with the enormous rewards came immense deterrence and proof of unparalleled power!

But today, the Tyrant Mickey faced an entirely different adversary—Yang Tian, the world’s only universally acknowledged Divine-level Expert, the living legend!

As expected.

As Mickey charged forward, Yang Tian’s eyes glimmered with a veil of black light. He said indifferently, "Kneel."

Boom!

In an instant, Mickey, who moments ago was brimming with aggression, suddenly trembled as if struck by lightning. His massive frame seemed to be crushed under an invisible mountain, forcing him to collapse onto his knees with a roar.

With his fall, the ground cracked loudly and caved in, leaving behind a pit over ten meters wide with Mickey at its center.

This was the power of the living legend!

No matter how Mickey tried to stand or unleashed his energy in resistance, his knees remained firmly planted on the ground. He had no choice but to kneel before Yang Tian.

"What... what did you do to me?"

Feeling the irresistible pressure forcing him motionless, Tyrant Mickey roared in refusal. Muscles across his bear-like body bulged and tensed as waves of immense power surged from within.

Yet no matter how he struggled or how his energy swelled, he couldn’t rise even an inch.

Instead, the oppressive force seemed to grow stronger and stronger, pushing him to exert every bit of his strength lest he be crushed entirely!

At that moment, Yang Tian remained calm, extending his hand toward Mickey and casually stating, "Submit or die."