166: Chapter 166 Now it's my turn

The other newcomer Tribes that had just been clamoring to form an alliance were now silent, as if they had been strangled, instantly losing their voices.

One person fighting a dozen others single-handedly and killing their leader—the gap in strength was just too vast!

The One-eyed Woman and the effeminate man also took the opportunity to "flex" their muscles.

With thunderous methods, they suppressed them quickly.

In the blink of an eye, except for the 01 Tribe where Qi Yun was, everyone else remained standing there, unhurried and composed.

All the other "newcomer" Tribes on the beach had already knelt or collapsed to the ground, their faces ashen, no longer daring to have any thoughts of resistance.

Those kneeling looked at Qi Yun and his group, the only ones still standing, with complex expressions.

The Bald Strong Man, the One-eyed Woman, and the effeminate man led their respective subordinates, slowly gathering together and walking towards Qi Yun and his group.

Clearly, they had saved this "bone"—the hardest to chew but potentially the most lucrative—for last.

The three forces, nearly two hundred people in total, formed a fan shape, half-surrounding the twenty-plus members of the 01 Tribe on the beach.

In terms of numbers and momentum, they seemed to hold an absolute advantage.

The Bald Strong Man pointed his serrated machete at Qi Yun and sneered:

"Pretty boy, bringing a bunch of women with you, and you're still trying to act calm? Do as they did—kneel! Maybe if I'm in a good mood, I'll spare your miserable life and let you wash our feet in the back! Hahaha!"

His subordinates behind him also roared with laughter.

The One-eyed Woman swayed her hips as she walked to the front, her one eye greedily scanning Qi Yun's face and body, licking her lips as she said:

"Baldy, don't be so harsh. Little brother, I find you quite pleasing to the eye. Kneel down yourself, and follow me from now on; I guarantee you'll live in luxury. You won't have to wash feet—you can wash... other things too, you know~"

The insinuation in her words was incredibly explicit.

The effeminate man covered his mouth and chuckled, his voice shrill:

"What a coincidence, little sister, I've taken a liking to this little brother too. With looks and an aura like that, it would be such a pity to kill him. Why don't we let him choose for himself—who will he follow?"

The three of them went back and forth, completely disregarding Qi Yun and his group, as if they were already fish on a chopping block.

Hearing these words, the "newcomers" kneeling on the ground looked at Qi Yun and his group, who showed no signs of panic at all, and mocked:

"Are these fools still acting tough?"

"Didn't you see that bald guy take down an entire Tribe by himself just now?"

"Is that pretty boy scared senseless? He still dares to stand there?"

Listening to the three of them clamoring and the surrounding gossip, Qi Yun showed no expression. He merely swept his calm gaze over the Bald Strong Man, the One-eyed Woman, and the effeminate man, before speaking indifferently:

"What do you think you are?"

The kneeling crowd erupted in an uproar! He's crazy! This guy is truly crazy! He's still acting tough when death is at his doorstep!

Anyone who dared to speak like that before has already met their maker.

The expressions of the Bald Strong Man and the other two instantly darkened.

The One-eyed Woman put away her seductive smile, her eyes becoming dangerous:

"Little brother, ten minutes ago, the people kneeling around me were just as confident as you."

"I'll give you one last chance—kneel down yourself to avoid some physical suffering. Otherwise..."

The Bald Strong Man clearly had the least patience. He grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and thrust his greasy, ferocious face in front of Qi Yun, almost touching him:

"Pretty boy, are you fucking stupid? You dare talk to me like that! I'm counting to three! If you're still standing by then, I'll chop off your dick."

He held up three fingers and began to count down, his tone filled with mockery and cruelty:

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

When he counted to "one" and his fingers were about to close, the sneer on his face widened to the extreme.

Qi Yun moved.

He tilted his head slightly, then, facing that greasy bald head almost pressed against his own...

He gently spat a mouthful of saliva.

It landed squarely in the center of the Bald Strong Man's forehead.

Then, in a clear and calm voice, Qi Yun added the number:

"Zero."

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Everyone on the beach widened their eyes, watching this scene in disbelief.

He... he spat in the bald guy's face? While the other was counting to one? And he said "zero"?

This was no longer just a provocation; this was a direct, face-to-face insult!

It was complete, unreserved contempt and a declaration of war!

The Bald Strong Man stood there, completely frozen!

He slowly raised his hand, touched the wet, sticky sensation on his forehead, and held it up to his eyes to look.

Then, he laughed.

The laughter started low, gradually grew louder, and finally turned into a wild roar!

"Hahaha... Hahahaha! Good! Good! Good! Pretty boy! You've got guts!"

He turned his head towards the One-eyed Woman and the effeminate man, his smile ferocious:

"Poison Spider, dead transvestite! It seems you won't have the fortune to enjoy the pretty boy you wanted! Tonight, I'm going to use his head as a chamber pot!"

The moment the last word fell, the muscles on the Bald Strong Man's body bulged again, his veins popped, and with a roar, he swung the serrated machete in his hand, hacking viciously towards Qi Yun's head!

Many of the "newcomers" kneeling on the ground subconsciously closed their eyes, unable to bear watching the bloody scene.

The One-eyed Woman and the effeminate man also narrowed their eyes slightly.

However—

"Boom!!!"

A dull, deafening roar suddenly exploded!

A violent blast of air, mixed with scorching thunderous light and flying sand and dust, erupted from the Bald Strong Man as the center, spreading fiercely in all directions!

What happened?!

Everyone hurriedly looked over.

When the dust settled slightly and they saw the situation in the arena—

Everyone, including the One-eyed Woman, the effeminate man, their subordinates behind them, and the "newcomers" kneeling all over the ground, was completely dumbfounded!

In the center, Qi Yun was still standing there with a calm expression, not even a corner of his clothes ruffled.

And half a step in front of him, Chen Xiaolin's figure had appeared out of nowhere.

She was slightly turned to the side, and her right foot was firmly planted on the Bald Strong Man's chest, kicking him deep into the sandy ground!

The Bald Strong Man was convulsing all over, blood spilling from his mouth and nose; he had clearly suffered a severe injury and couldn't even speak.

Chen Xiaolin slowly withdrew her foot and casually wiped the sole of her shoe on the ground, as if she had stepped on something dirty, her face full of undisguised disgust:

"If I could help it, I really wouldn't want to touch you."

"Greasy, sweaty, and there's a stench of bloody rot..."

"Tsk, I can't keep these shoes. I'll have to get someone to freeze and disinfect them when I get back."

Her tone was as if she had accidentally stepped on a pile of dog shit.

Silence.

Dead silence.

The Bald Strong Man, who had just been arrogant and insufferably conceited, having taken down an entire Tribe by himself, was just like that... kicked into the sand by a girl in one move, unable to get up?

This contrast, this scene—the impact was just too strong!

The ease and mockery on the faces of the One-eyed Woman and the effeminate man had long since vanished, replaced by deep suspicion and gravity.

Their subordinates behind them subconsciously took half a step back and tightened their grip on their weapons.

The newcomers kneeling on the ground were even more blank-minded, looking from the miserable Bald Strong Man to Chen Xiaolin, who was wiping her shoe with an expression of disgust, and finally to the still-calm Qi Yun.

Qi Yun's gaze slowly swept over the One-eyed Woman, the effeminate man, and the hundreds of panic-stricken "local thugs" behind them, and finally, he spoke calmly:

"Now, it's my turn."

"Kneel."

"Or, die."