113: Chapter 113 You've trampled the Dragon King underfoot; your pride is worthless.
"Swish..."
Heavy military boots crunched against the scorched earth, mixed with radioactive dust, creating a grating, teeth-aching sound.
Dragon King Long Xiaotian lay on the ground, watching the figure in the white hazmat suit approach him step by step.
Fear.
An extreme, unprecedented fear that seemed to originate from the depths of his soul gripped his heart like countless cold hands.
There was a time when he was the one looking down from above at the losers he stepped on.
He enjoyed their desperate wails and their pathetic, groveling ugliness.
He never imagined that one day, he would become that pathetic ant waiting to be slaughtered.
No!
I am not an ant!
I am the Dragon King!
I am the only king of the overseas underground world!
A surge of inexplicable blood-courage welled up from the bottom of Dragon King Long Xiaotian's heart, temporarily suppressing the bone-deep fear.
"Qin Yuan!!"
His eyes were bloodshot, and a roar, unlike anything human, escaped his throat.
"I'll fight you to the death!"
Dragon King Long Xiaotian suddenly leaped up from the ground!
He condensed the last remaining trace of his internal energy into his charred right fist!
The dignity of a grandmaster could not be desecrated!
Even if he were to die, he would die standing!
He would tear a piece of flesh off this devil!
He roared, like a wounded mad bull, charging violently toward Qin Yuan's seemingly thin figure!
However.
What greeted him was not a tragic, desperate fight.
It was a foot kicked out with casual indifference.
Qin Yuan did not even change his posture.
He merely lifted his right leg casually, and the heavy hazmat military boot on his foot struck first despite moving later.
"Bang!"
A dull, deafening sound of flesh colliding with steel.
Dragon King Long Xiaotian's punch, which had condensed his life's work and was capable of shattering monuments, had not even touched the corner of Qin Yuan's clothes.
His chest took the full force of Qin Yuan's kick.
"Crack!"
The sound of bone fracturing was clearly audible.
Dragon King Long Xiaotian felt an irresistible, terrifying force, and his sternum instantly collapsed.
His whole body was sent flying backward as if he had been hit head-on by a heavy truck speeding at full velocity!
After tracing a pathetic arc in the air, he crashed heavily into a pile of twisted scrap metal more than ten meters away.
"Pfft—"
A mouthful of black blood, mixed with fragments of internal organs, spewed from his mouth.
"Cough... cough cough... How... is this... possible..."
Dragon King Long Xiaotian looked at his hands in disbelief.
His internal energy had clearly been burned to nothing.
Why?
Why would this Qin fellow, a rich second-generation heir who should have been powerless, possess such terrifying physical strength?!
He couldn't understand.
Of course, he couldn't understand.
Qin Yuan's body had long been enhanced by the system using various rare treasures and the power of destiny to a terrifying level that surpassed human limits.
Let alone a cripple with a shattered dantian.
Even if Dragon King Long Xiaotian were in his prime, he might not be Qin Yuan's match in terms of pure physical strength.
Qin Yuan walked slowly to Dragon King Long Xiaotian.
He did not give the other party any chance to resist again.
He lifted his large foot, clad in a heavy hazmat boot, and aimed it at Dragon King Long Xiaotian's iconic twisted mouth, which was distorted by pain and unwillingness.
Then, he stepped down hard!
"Crunch!"
The sound of a jawbone shattering rang out.
Dragon King Long Xiaotian's head was pinned firmly by Qin Yuan into the scorching, black-smoke-emitting scorched earth.
His cheek rubbed violently against the ground.
"Mm... mm..."
Dragon King Long Xiaotian let out an extremely humiliated whimper, struggling desperately, but the foot stepping on his face was as immovable as Mount Tai.
"Dragon King?"
Qin Yuan lowered his head, looking down through the thick protective mask at the stray dog under his feet that couldn't even scream.
His voice, transmitted through the built-in communicator, reached Dragon King Long Xiaotian's ears clearly and coldly.
It carried a hint of undisguised, cat-and-mouse mockery and ridicule.
"In your current state, do you even deserve to be called a dragon?"
"In my eyes, you are not even as good as a loach."
"Mm!!"
Dragon King Long Xiaotian struggled violently, his eyes filled with blood-soaked hatred.
This was the greatest insult to him!
"Not convinced?"
Qin Yuan applied slight pressure with his foot, grinding Dragon King Long Xiaotian's cheek into the scorching dust.
"Did you think your so-called army of one hundred thousand, that so-called invincible fleet, was very impressive?"
"Did you think that by relying on brute force, you could run rampant in this world?"
"What outdated thinking, Lord Dragon King."
Qin Yuan's voice was full of pity, as if looking at a poor wretch abandoned by the times.
"You simply don't understand."
"In this world, true power has never been muscles or guns."
Qin Yuan's foot slowly and insultingly ground against Dragon King Long Xiaotian's face.
"It is capital."
"It is technology."
"It is rules."
"It is human connections and social sophistication!"
"I don't even need to do it myself; I only need to make a few phone calls and sign a few documents to make your so-called underground kingdom rot and collapse from within."
"Your intelligence network, which you are so proud of, is as fragile as a joke in the face of the hundreds of billions of dollars I can throw at it."
"Your loyal suppliers would stab you in the back without hesitation for money."
"And you..."
Qin Yuan's tone became increasingly cold.
"Your so-called army of one hundred thousand is, in my eyes, just a pile of moving numbers."
"I only need to use a negligible amount of social influence to have them reasonably, legally, and compliantly erased from this world."
"Do you understand?"
"We were never fighting on the same dimension from the very beginning."
Every word of Qin Yuan was like a sharp scalpel, fiercely and precisely dissecting Dragon King Long Xiaotian's already broken heart.
He sliced away his ridiculous pride and outdated martial logic piece by piece, exposing them to the air to let them rot.
Dragon King Long Xiaotian stopped struggling.
His eyes, originally filled with hatred and unwillingness, dimmed bit by bit.
Replacing them was a thorough, bone-deep despair.
He finally understood.
His loss was not unjust.
He was like a primitive man living in the Stone Age, holding a wooden stick, challenging a modern soldier driving a main battle tank.
No matter how brave he was, no matter how unyielding he was.
The ending had been doomed from the start.
His dignity, his pride, his so-called "Dragon King aura."
In the face of the other party's unreasonable, pure dimensional strike.
It was worthless.
Everything he was proud of had been trampled into this radiation-polluted dust.
It could never be picked up again.
A stream of hot liquid slid from the corner of Dragon King Long Xiaotian's eye.
Mixed with the scorched black dust, it washed two pathetic tear tracks onto his face.
He cried.
This warlord, who had roamed the overseas underground world for twenty years, killing without blinking and never shedding a tear.
At this moment, like a stray dog with its spine broken.
He let out a whimper of extreme humiliation.