Super Soldier King and Cute CEO
Chapter 869 - 879: Torture! (Second Release)

Chapter 869: Chapter 879: Torture! (Second Release)

"Then I’d really like to see what you consider strong power to look like," Robert said with an icy smile.

"I am now an S-level Ability User, which is equivalent to a Martial Arts Grandmaster in your Xuan Country. In Xuan Country, a Martial Arts Grandmaster is already considered quite formidable. Furthermore, I’m only twenty-five years old. Does Xuan Country even have someone who reached Martial Arts Grandmaster by twenty-five? Even if there are, they must be extremely rare!" Robert looked at Tang Zhong with the disdainful eyes of someone sizing up a fool.

Robert was indeed correct. It was exceedingly rare to attain the title of Martial Arts Grandmaster at a young age. Legends like Meng Wuxiang, Xiang Kunlun, and iconic figures such as Azure Dragon or White Tiger could barely make the cut—those who achieved Grandmaster status in their youth numbered less than a thousand.

His words carried weight. To anyone else, they might have even been convincing. But Tang Zhong was different—at the age of nineteen, he had already surpassed the Martial Arts Peak. How could someone standing at such heights ever be shaken by Robert’s pompous remarks?

No... Robert’s words were nothing more than nonsense.

At this moment, Robert continued to sneer at Tang Zhong, saying, "Now that I’ve said what I needed to say, you can make your choice. Of course, you only have ten seconds to decide!"

With that, Robert began to count down.

"Ten... Your time is running out!"

Tang Zhong smiled, still calm as ever, and said, "Your power is truly weak."

The word "weak" landed like a hammer blow on Robert’s psyche, pushing him to the brink of madness. "You call me weak? I don’t know where you muster the audacity to say such things! In your Xuan Country, only figures like Yan Chihuo stationed at the Xuanguan Sea, Zhang Changgong of the Dragon Group, Azure Dragon, or the Kunlun Heavenly Mountain Sect Leaders dare speak to me this way! Who do you think you are?"

After his fiery outburst, Robert proceeded with the countdown: "Nine, eight, seven... five, four."

"What if Tang Tiansha is enough?" Tang Zhong said indifferently. "I think if you know who Yan Chihuo and Zhang Changgong are, then you should also know who Tang Tiansha is."

"What nonsense is this about Tang Tiansha—" Robert cursed directly, but soon his expression changed drastically. His sneer froze in place, and he widened his eyes in disbelief. With a shaky voice, he exclaimed, "Tang Tiansha—are you talking about Xuan Country’s Tang Tiansha, Black List’s number one Tang Tiansha?!"

Though Robert was a citizen of Lucao Kingdom, he was well-informed about Xuan Country, especially when it came to notable new talents. They seemed to hear about them immediately.

Rumors had it that Tang Tiansha was a prodigious young man—a Martial Arts Peak expert at an astonishingly young age.

And when Robert calculated the age, it seemed to match the person standing before him.

At that moment, Robert’s heart sank.

The name Tang Tiansha carried immense weight.

Ranked first on Xuan Country’s Master List, Tang Tiansha had not only slaughtered numerous figures of the dark realm, but he had also killed Long Aojue. Even more terrifying were whispered rumors claiming that Tang Tiansha had slain Adam, the god’s son. Robert didn’t know much beyond that.

But those mere details were already enough to terrify someone like Robert into submission.

"Now, do you still want me to join your Lucao Kingdom?" Tang Zhong said coldly.

"I..." Robert stammered, afraid to utter another word. "I don’t believe you’re Tang Tiansha!"

He let out a fierce roar, releasing a burst of golden light. In that instant, the surrounding withered trees sprang back to life under the glow, transforming into ferocious, serpent-like vines lunging toward Tang Zhong.

But Tang Zhong remained unfazed, standing in place.

Those snarling vines lashed down toward Tang Zhong with ferocious force.

Seeing this, Robert took the opportunity to turn and flee, a chill of dread overtaking him. The longer this encounter stretched on, the more he believed this man was indeed Tang Tiansha.

Robert’s only thought now was to escape—as far as possible.

As the vines were about to strike, Tang Zhong casually waved his hand.

A ripple of energy erupted from his palm.

The violent vines froze in mid-air, motionless.

Then cracks appeared across their surfaces, much like shattered ceramics, spreading across the entirety of the vines.

Finally, with a crash, the fragments fell to the ground.

The entire onslaught had left Tang Zhong completely unscathed.

Still fleeing, Robert couldn’t help but glance back. When he witnessed that scene, his panic intensified, spurring him to run even faster.

But before he could fully turn back again, a voice suddenly echoed in his ear. "In such a hurry—where are you rushing off to?"

Tang Zhong appeared before Robert in a flash, having employed Instantaneous Movement. His face still bore an unruffled smile.

"You... You..." Robert’s spirit broke entirely—his ultimate technique had failed miserably. He spun around to flee once more.

Tang Zhong merely stamped the ground lightly. Blood Power surged deep into the earth, tracking Robert’s movements. The ground cracked apart, accompanied by thunderous noises, showcasing Blood Power’s terrifying strength.

Everything in its path was relentlessly obliterated.

Robert’s speed paled in comparison to the Blood Power’s momentum; he didn’t dare to look back, his forehead drenched with cold sweat. All he could think of was escape.

But suddenly, he noticed the tremors behind him had stopped. Could he have outrun it? Reflexively, he glanced over his shoulder—and what he saw made his face darken further. Blood Power had now gathered right below his feet.

The next moment.

A deafening explosion erupted. The Blood Power burst upward, forming a radiant sphere that blasted Robert sky-high, sending him over ten meters in the air before he crashed back down.

The impact carved out a human-shaped crater in the ground.

Wracked with pain, Robert trembled within the pit, struggling to crawl out. He was utterly disheveled—his flesh mangled, his body caked in dust, his clothes shredded to tatters.

At that moment, Tang Zhong advanced and stomped on Robert’s back.

The searing pain elicited another agonized roar from Robert.

"Speak—who gave you the audacity to offend my Xuan Country? And why are you here searching for the stone?"

Tang Zhong’s voice was icy and chilling.

"I won’t talk!" Robert refused adamantly.

"Not willing?" Tang Zhong sneered.

He could think of a hundred different ways to make someone talk.

Blood Power gathered beneath his feet and infiltrated Robert’s body.

Blood Power acknowledged the strong, and as Tang Zhong’s Blood Power plunged into Robert, it began ravenously devouring him from within.

Without Blood Power, one’s vitality drained away like a wilting flower. Robert’s skin soon turned pale, his once brawny physique now resembling that of an aged man. Worse yet, his skin ruptured, blood vessels flipped inside out.

Screaming in agony, Robert writhed helplessly.

His cries were harrowing, as though he were being flayed alive—far worse than anything he had ever endured.

"Now, are you willing to speak?" Tang Zhong asked coolly.

"I-I’ll talk... I’ll tell you everything!" Robert finally caved, unable to endure further.

"Then tell me—why are you after the stone?" Tang Zhong demanded coldly.