As Long Aotian fought, he realized Bang Daomang wasn't just talk—the man had real skill, likely at the Awakened level of the Middle Four Sects. Reaching that stage marked a complete transformation, a true leap into the elite of the martial world.
Long Aotian, weakened by old injuries, knew brute force wasn't an option. But losing to Huo Wendong's lackey? That would be too humiliating to show his face again. Steeling himself, he prepared a devastating move, channeling his domineering aura into a single strike.
"King's Wrath Reversal! Unleash!"
Bang Daomang had assumed they were evenly matched, a 50-50 fight. He didn't know Long Aotian was a war god from the frontier, once at the Upper Four Sects' level. Though his displayed strength seemed similar now, Long Aotian's techniques, battle aura, experience, and combat style were leagues ahead. The King's Wrath Reversal condensed all his true energy into a single, explosive attack far beyond his current rank.
By the time Bang Daomang sensed the danger, it was too late. The strike sent him flying, crashing through a wall. Debris collapsed around him as he lay unconscious amidst the rubble.
Long Aotian, watching him pass out, felt the backlash hit. A surge of blood rose in his throat, but he suppressed it. Spitting blood versus holding it in made a huge difference in internal damage. Swallowing hard, he steadied his breathing.
Damn this guy. He's got some skill. Back in the frontier, I'd have ended him in one move! Long Aotian thought. Daring to challenge me? Don't you know I'm the Child of Destiny?
From above, Bronze King saw his chance. "Perfect! They've worn each other out! With only a weakened Lu Chengwen left, this'll be easy!"
As Long Aotian regulated his energy to heal, Bronze King dropped from the ceiling. Long Aotian's head snapped up. "Who's there?"
"Your daddy!"
Bronze King's palm strike came crashing down. Long Aotian, knowing he couldn't dodge, braced himself.
Boom!
A spray of blood erupted from Long Aotian's mouth as he collapsed, coughing uncontrollably. "Who… are you?"
Bronze King grinned smugly. "General under Young Master Long Aotian—Bronze King!"
Long Aotian's eyes widened. "You son of a—!"
Bronze King laughed. "Lu Chengwen, meeting me is your bad luck."
"You idiots, I'm Long Aotian!"
"Oh?" Bronze King chuckled. "This guy's just like the rumors—loves to put on a show."
Grabbing Long Aotian's hair, he snarled, "Listen up, fool. I'm not a moron like Iron King, easily played by you. Meeting us brothers today is your doom."
The chubby lackey chimed in, "Big Brother, no more talk! This bastard's made our Young Master suffer time and again. Let's make him pay!"
Long Aotian, struggling, gasped, "I am Long Aotian. You've been tricked by Lu Chengwen!"
"Huh?" Bronze King held his hair with one hand, cupping his ear with the other. "What? Louder! Who's Long Aotian?"
"Me…"
Slap! A brutal backhand sent Long Aotian reeling, his face swelling instantly. He ran his tongue along his teeth—they were loose.
Glaring up, he growled, "You dare hit me?"
Bronze King smirked. "Of course I dare! Who do you think you are?"
Long Aotian was furious. Bang Daomang's interference had drained his energy and left him injured. "I'm telling you—you've got it wrong! That guy's Lu Chengwen. I'm Long Aotian, your Young Master! You've been duped!"
"Really?"
"Call the Strategist! He'll confirm my identity!"
"The Strategist?" Slap! Another vicious hit. "I answer to the Young Master now. No one else controls me. The Strategist? He's only fit to shine my shoes!"
Bronze King shook Long Aotian's head by the hair, delivering a flurry of slaps. "You! You! You! Daring to impersonate my Young Master!"
"Stubborn bastard!"
"With your rat-like face, dog-like brain, repulsive mug, and pathetic demeanor!"
Slap!
"You think you can pass as my Young Master?"
Long Aotian, weakly, muttered, "Your granddaddy…"
"Still talking back?" Slap!
Bronze King dragged him to a dusty, cracked full-length mirror. Pointing at the reflection, he sneered, "Look! Look at yourself! With this face, you dare compare to our Young Master? This bloated mug dares to impersonate my dashing, gallant, towering, charismatic Young Master?"
Slap!
"Open your eyes and look!"
Slap!
"Look at your face!"
Slap!
"Where do you resemble a frontier war god?"
Slap!
"Where's the Child of Destiny in you?"
Slap!
"With a face this fat, you dare pose as the Young Master? Fooling who?"
Slap!
"Is my Young Master a fatty? News to me!"
Slap!
"Speak! Speak, damn it!"
Bronze King's slaps rained down as Long Aotian broke down in tears. "Stop, stop! I'm… My face is swollen because of you! It wasn't this fat before!"
Bronze King's eyes widened. "You impersonate my Young Master, and I shouldn't slap you? Shouldn't I?"
Slap, slap, slap…
"Admit it! Admit you're faking! You think you don't deserve this for impersonating him?"
Long Aotian sobbed, barely coherent. "I didn't! I'm not faking! I'm really Long Aotian!"
"You're still lying!" Slap, slap, slap… "Does my Young Master's face look this fat?"
Long Aotian wailed, "You made it fat! It wasn't before! Can't you understand?"
Bronze King glared. "Oh, my fault? You impersonate my Young Master, and I shouldn't slap you? Shouldn't I? Shouldn't I?"
He kept slapping.
Long Aotian, desperate, cried, "I said I'm not faking! Just make a call!"
"With a face this fat, you claim you're not faking? Not faking! Not faking!" Slap, slap, slap…
Long Aotian was hopeless. He realized Bronze King was even more stubborn than Iron King—completely unreasonable. Say you're not faking, he calls you fat. Say your face wasn't fat until he hit you, he says you deserve it for faking. Say you're not faking again, he's back to the fat face as proof.
An endless loop.
Long Aotian could keep arguing, but his face couldn't take it. Finally, he gave in. "Fine, I admit it. I'm Lu Chengwen. I'm faking. Happy? Stop hitting me."
Bronze King froze, shocked. "You're really faking?"
Long Aotian thought, What the hell? Is this guy even human?
Bronze King exploded, slapping harder. "Liar! Liar! Liar! You really faked it! I'll kill you! If I hadn't met the Young Master, I might've fallen for your act! That was close—I almost ended up as dumb as Iron King!"
Long Aotian's heart sank. Admitting it gets me beaten worse?
He backtracked. "I didn't! I'm not faking!"
"Oh, so you're really my Young Master Long Aotian?"
Long Aotian nodded weakly. "I am."
"Hahaha!" Bronze King started slapping again. "Still lying! Lying! I'll make you admit it! Admit it! Admit it!"
Long Aotian couldn't take it. "I admit it! I'm faking! I give up, just stop!"
Bronze King stopped, eyes wide, stunned. "You're really faking?"
Long Aotian's eyes filled with terror. It's over. Another loop.
He'll kill me at this rate!
It wasn't about what he said anymore—Bronze King's one-track mind meant he'd keep beating him no matter what. Long Aotian roared, "If you've got the guts, just kill me!"
Bronze King gave a thumbs-up. "Tough guy, huh?"
Long Aotian's fear spiked. Why does that sound so familiar?
Soon, the chubby and skinny lackeys had rescued Leng Tianhao. "Big Brother, let's go. Wait—who's this pig-faced guy?"
Bronze King sneered. "Lu Chengwen."
"Wow, Big Brother, you're amazing! You turned a normal head into a pig's head? Impressive!"
"That's nothing. If we had more time, I'd have made it a buffalo head!"
"Does your hand hurt?"
"Nah!" Bronze King pulled out a steel plate. "It started hurting early on, so I switched to this."
"Smart, Big Brother! Using tools!"
"Let's go report to the Young Master."
"Big Brother," the chubby one said, grinning, "you had your fun beating Lu Chengwen into a pig. We brothers want some credit too, so we can look good for the Young Master."
The skinny one added, "Let us have a go, Big Brother. It'll help us shine."
Bronze King laughed, pointing at them. "You sly dogs!"
"Heh, you're too kind, Big Brother."
"Fine! We share the glory! Each of you break one of his legs. I'll tell the Young Master we did this together."
"Thanks, Big Brother!"
Long Aotian, slumped against the wall, his consciousness fading, watched the two approach. Terror consumed him.
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