Urban All-Round Master
Chapter 686 - 679: The Crazy Instructor

Chapter 686: Chapter 679: The Crazy Instructor

Chapter 679: The Mad Instructor

A searing pain erupted in his mouth, nearly causing him to faint.

In the desolate desert, everything was a wax-yellow color, and at that moment, Lin Zifeng felt his consciousness beginning to blur.

Crunch, crunch.

The strange sound of a man’s footsteps crushing the sand continually echoed in his ears.

The laughter from the onlookers around him grew louder and louder.

Not until Lin Zifeng clenched his teeth and struggled to his feet again did the man’s large foot kick towards Lin Zifeng’s chin once more.

Whoosh.

Lin Zifeng’s body suddenly shot up from the sand pile, spraying a mist of blood into the air...

Boom!

The flying sand enveloped him as his body slammed back down into the sand pile.

"Puh."

A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, and he lay powerless in the sand.

At that moment, Lin Zifeng felt as if almost every bone in his body had been shattered, and even getting up felt incredibly difficult.

"Cough, cough."

Lin Zifeng coughed harshly twice and once again clenched his teeth, desperately trying to get up.

He had been here exactly a week, yet he still hadn’t gained everyone’s approval. Everyone here called him the "Sick Man of East Asia" and mocked him as a Huaxia person with a long braid.

Here, almost every day, someone would be played to death or beaten to death.

A few days ago, a Thai hermaphrodite who was captured with Lin Zifeng due to a failed sex change surgery started to become ambiguous in gender, even experiencing changes in their organs.

Just the night before last, after training, Lin Zifeng had witnessed the same black man who had brutally beaten him pinning the Thai hermaphrodite down on a rock and raping him!

That same night, two black men and three white men.

Played that hermaphrodite to death.

The next day, when he was dragged out, his anus was continuously bleeding, and his expression was extremely agonized.

It was enough to show how twisted the people here were!

However, for newcomers like Lin Zifeng, they were just new toys.

"Yo, not bad at all. Still able to stand up, huh? Much better than that Korean who was played to death a while ago," said the man, impressed with his persistence to stand under such circumstances.

It was exactly this scene that caught the attention of the Phantom from Heavenly Gate K-2, who was responsible for the selection this time.

The woman’s sexy figure shone with a brilliant glow in the desert’s scorching sun, her naturally white skin seeming to be tinted with a thin mist.

Crunch, crunch.

The seductive silhouette of the Phantom drew closer, and Lin Zifeng, beaten to the ground, found his vision beginning to blur; he wasn’t sure if the Western beauty in front of him was even real.

The only thing he could clearly see now was the woman smiling at him as her voluptuous body steadily approached him.

His rapid breathing was pushing him to the edge of fainting.

"Can you still stand up?"

The woman walked up to him, threw down a very sharp knife in front of him, and said with a smile, "Pick it up. Kill all those who insulted you, bullied you. Let their blood wash away all your unpleasant memories."

Lin Zifeng didn’t dare move, just silently stared at the woman for a few moments, his gaze shifting to the knife in the sand, and he simply couldn’t bring himself to pick it up.

"It seems you really are just a weakling."

The woman seemed very disappointed as she shook her head and quickly walked away.

At that moment, the emotions suppressed within him ultimately did not burst forth.

Until late into the night, lying on the wooden board, he clutched tightly the knife the woman had given him, her words from earlier echoing in his ears.

"Let the blood wash away all your unpleasant memories..."

When the temperature of the desert night dropped to 7.8 degrees, after a whole night of mental struggle, Lin Zifeng finally mustered the courage, knife in hand, and took deliberate steps toward the tent.

It wasn’t until that night’s harrowing screams inside the tent, followed by the flashing of knife and blood, that

Lin Zifeng emerged from the tent, his body drenched in blood and utterly devastated.

However, at that moment, Phantom was slowly walking towards him from outside the tent.

Her captivating face was full of a thick smile.

From then on, their relationship greatly intensified.

It even reached that of a couple...

Gathering himself from the memories, Lin Zifeng’s face filled with a peculiar bitterness.

Since entering Heavenly Gate, he had completely changed, becoming cold and heartless, even to the extent of murdering without blinking an eye.

This was why he dearly hoped Shao Huo would not become a second version of himself.

...The next day.

Somehow, Phantom had discovered Lin Zifeng’s mobile number.

He knew Phantom would not harm Nangong Bing, for if she truly intended harm, why would she create such an elaborate ruse?

Under the blazing sun.

The morning in Zhonghai was unusually stifling.

Especially in the noisy industrial area, the piercing noise was incessant, like needles poking.

It made one’s eardrums extremely uncomfortable.

Above the industrial area’s Iron Tower, the morning wind howled, continually brushing against the woman’s fair and lovely face.

She had no idea whom she had offended or why she had been captured.

Especially the bizarre-looking Caucasian woman who had knocked her out before. Until waking up, she had been looming before her eyes all morning.

Occasionally asking some odd questions in fluent English.

The woman’s delicate body was tightly bound with steel wire, standing atop the hundreds of meters high Iron Tower, which originated from the former Zhonghai Broadcast Iron Tower but had been abandoned due to the rise of the East Pearl.

Thus, the whole Iron Tower looked corroded, with everything underneath it being scrap metal left by the industrial park.

Looking around, aside from the rising black smoke from the industrial park, there were no tall buildings in sight.

"Did you capture me just to keep admiring me?"

Finally, Nangong Bing couldn’t help but ask again; she had already asked several times. Seeing the woman ignoring her, Nangong Bing didn’t waste her breath to ask further.

She knew that if the other party truly intended to hurt her, they wouldn’t have just been wasting time with her until now.

"No, no, no, beautiful miss, you misunderstand me. The reason I captured you isn’t solely to admire you,"

Phantom waved her finger left and right, smiling relaxedly, and said, "I just really want to understand what kind of Magic Power you possess that made my Death God change his nature just for you."

"Death God? What do you mean?" Nangong Bing’s face suddenly turned pale.

Phantom, with her hands behind her back, smiled like a blooming flower, casually turning her body, which was full of the scent of roses, and asked, "Do you love him?"

"Love? What right do you have to ask me that question?" Nangong Bing suddenly felt amused, not even knowing who the other person was, yet being asked such a bizarre question.

She was clearly a madwoman.