Chapter 47: The Hunting Day Begins, He Has a Picnic at the Hunting Grounds?

Citywide Hunting Day.

This is an annual grand event in the Imperial Capital, and also a gladiatorial arena for major Families to display their strength and divide resources.

Early morning, outside the abandoned industrial zone, it was already packed with people. Luxury cars from major forces gathered, and countless drones circled in the air, conducting a citywide live broadcast.

But today's atmosphere was exceptionally oppressive.

Because the Wang Family had arrived.

A dozen modified bulletproof off-road vehicles, like black steel beasts, rudely barged into the venue.

The car doors opened, and a group of Martial Artists wearing black combat uniforms and filled with Evil Qi stepped out. The ones leading were Elders at the Peak of the Viscera Refining Realm.

And in the very center of the motorcade, a stretched Rolls-Royce slowly came to a stop.

An old man with white hair and beard, wearing a Tang suit, stepped down. He leaned on a Dragon-headed cane. He looked frail, but with every step he took, the concrete ground beneath his feet silently turned into powder.

The Wang Family Grand Elder, at the Peak of the ninth stage of Grandmaster, Wang Xiaotian!

His appearance made the surrounding air seem to freeze.

"Get lost!"

Wang Xiaotian snorted coldly. The sound wave alone sent the teams of several small Families blocking the way flying.

Because of his large size, Little Fatty Chen ran a bit slowly and was directly blown away by an invisible wave of Qi, crashing heavily into the railing, with a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"You!" Qingyue hurriedly helped Little Fatty Chen up, glaring at Wang Xiaotian.

"Ants are worthy of blocking my path?" Wang Xiaotian didn't even glance at them, his cold gaze sweeping across the entire venue. "Where is that brat Jiang Chen? If he is afraid, tell him to crawl out and kowtow to meet his death!"

The whole place was deathly silent. Facing a furious Grandmaster, who dared to speak up?

"What? The Genius of the Imperial Capital Martial Arts University, is this all the guts he has?" Wang Xiaotian sneered, preparing to continue applying pressure.

Just at this moment—

Boom—!

A roar of an engine approached from afar. The sound was high-pitched and impassioned, not at all like someone coming to fight, but rather like someone coming to show off on the streets.

Everyone turned their heads, only to see an extremely flashy, hot pink convertible sports car drifting around the corner like a pink lightning bolt, tail-sliding and stopping precisely in front of the Wang Family motorcade.

The car door opened, and a slender, beautiful leg wearing red-bottomed high heels stepped out first.

Su Manyu was in a flaming red dress, wearing large sunglasses, her red lips slightly curled, her aura fully unleashed. And in the passenger seat...

Jiang Chen had reclined his seat to the lowest position, wearing matching sunglasses, holding that star dream emperor pillow in his arms, and holding an iced cola with a straw in his hand, sleeping so soundly that drool was about to flow out.

"Are we here?"

After the car stopped steadily, Jiang Chen groggily took off his sunglasses and glanced at the dense crowd around him.

"So many people... So noisy. Why did the air conditioning stop? It's burning me up."

Su Manyu dotingly helped him wipe the corner of his mouth, smoothly peeled a grape and stuffed it into his mouth, smiling: "Little rascal, you only have strength to work after you are full. That old thing wants to chop you into pieces."

Jiang Chen chewed the grape, following her gaze, looking at Wang Xiaotian in the distance.

Their eyes met.

On one side was a Grandmaster at the Peak, filled with towering Killing Intent, shocking the whole venue; on the other was a freshman in his first year of university, drinking cola, eating grapes, and riding in a pink sports car, shamelessly living off a woman.

The disconnect in this scene caused the jaws of the thousands of people present to drop to the ground.

"Old man, your eyesight isn't very good, isn't it tiring to stare so wide?" Jiang Chen yawned, pushed the door open and got out of the car, "Also, that fatty just now is my brother. The medical expenses plus mental distress fees, deduct it from your Wang Family's inheritance later."

"Sharp-tongued!"

Wang Xiaotian was completely enraged by Jiang Chen's dismissive attitude, slamming his cane hard, "Once you enter the hunting grounds, I will let you know what cruelty is! What it means to regret coming into this world!"

"Dong—!"

With the sound of a bell, the hunt officially began.

Thousands of Martial Artists surged into the abandoned industrial zone like a tide. But everyone's eyes were focused on the youth beside the pink sports car.

The Wang Family's forces did not go to hunt Demonic Beasts, but instead spread out in a fan shape, instantly sealing off all of Jiang Chen's escape routes.

"Jiang Chen, we are with you!" Qingyue drew her long sword, standing firmly by Jiang Chen's side.

Although her hands were still shaking, her eyes were exceptionally determined.

"No need."

Jiang Chen waved his hand, pointing to the center of the industrial zone in the distance, that abandoned chimney a hundred meters high.

"The scenery up there is nice, it's windy, cool, and there are no mosquitoes. You guys go kill monsters and farm points, I'm going up there to catch up on some sleep."

"Ah?" Qingyue and Little Fatty Chen were both stunned.

Facing a powerful enemy, surrounded by hundreds of people, you want to go sleep on a chimney?

Jiang Chen didn't explain. With a tap of his toes, his whole body was like a roc spreading its wings, utilizing the beams of the abandoned factory, jumping onto the top of that highest chimney in a few leaps.

He placed the star dream emperor pillow on the rusty iron frame, and actually, under the gaze of tens of thousands, spread out... a picnic mat?

He even took out professional noise-canceling headphones from his backpack and put them on.

"Everyone, shh—"

Jiang Chen stood at the top of the chimney, making a silence gesture to the dense crowd of Wang Family death soldiers below.

"Keep it down. I have severe Waking Up Anger, really severe. If you wake me up... suffer the consequences."

After speaking, he collapsed onto the pillow, pulled his jacket over his head, and two seconds later, his body entered that iconic "relaxed state."

At this moment, the entire city's audience watching this scene through drone live broadcasts went crazy.

"What is he doing? Provocation? Or is he really sleepy?"

"This is the Wang Family's encirclement! Is he tired of living?"

"Holy crap, Waking Up Anger! This is too much of a flex!"

Wang Xiaotian looked at the small black dot on top of the chimney, so angry his beard was shaking, his blood pressure soaring to 280.

"Arrogant brat! Too insulting to this old man!!"

"Everyone, kill for me! Chop him into meat paste! Bring his head to see me!!"

Following his order, dozens of Wang Family elite death soldiers, holding sharp blades, climbed crazily towards the top along the ladders and pipes on the outer wall of the chimney like agile monkeys.

Killing Intent soared to the sky.

However, just as the first death soldier touched the edge of the chimney, preparing to climb up and deliver a fatal blow to Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen, lying on top, turned over.

[Ding! Detected a large amount of malicious interference sources.]

[Environment: High altitude. Judgment: Noise pollution, Killing Intent harassment.]

[Waking Up Anger charging started: 10%... 20%...]

[Activating passive Domain: Nightmare Field (Waking Up Anger warning version).]

Hum!

A visible purple ripple, centered on the chimney, suddenly erupted!

The death soldier who had just poked his head out had his eyes instantly become dull, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying, and his hands loosened.

"Ah—!"

Amidst the screams, he plummeted from a hundred meters high.

But this was just the beginning.

The ripples spread, and those death soldiers who were climbing stiffened one after another, then fell down like dumplings, clattering one after another.

Bang bang bang bang!

Dull thuds of landing sounded one after another.

They didn't fall to their deaths (they were Martial Artists after all), but everyone showed extreme terror, foaming at the mouth, convulsing all over, clearly having fallen into some extremely terrifying nightmare, their mental defenses completely collapsed.

And on top of the chimney.

That youth was still covered by his clothes, not even turning over.

As if all of this was truly just because... someone disturbed his sleep.