Starting from The Witcher, he slaughtered his way across the world.

"stop!"

Just as Luo Fan raised his hand, preparing to strike with the second whip, a cold shout came from behind—it was Marcus's voice.

He stopped what he was doing, slightly surprised. He knew that Marcus had instructed him to do this, but he hadn't expected that Marcus had been there all along.

This further confirmed his suspicions.

The crowd that had gathered automatically parted to make way for Marcus, who walked slowly with a cold expression, followed by two tall subordinates.

He looked at Luo Fan, his gaze suddenly becoming sharp.

"I've said it before, insubordination and fighting are strictly prohibited in this labor camp. Are you disregarding my rules and challenging my authority?"

Luo Fan felt as if he were being stared at by a dangerous eagle, and the hairs on the back of his head stood on end. He immediately realized that Marcus's strength was probably not simple, and he immediately bowed slightly.

"Sir, these two came up to me and started causing trouble. They were very aggressive and threatened to fight at the slightest provocation. I couldn't take it anymore and fought back."

"No matter what your reasons are, my rules are the rules. If they're causing trouble for you, why don't they go after someone else? Besides, you should just put up with it. To defy my rules is to defy me as a person."

Marcus's voice was cold, seemingly tinged with anger, and his eyes were devoid of any emotion as he looked at Luo Fan.

"The supervisor is right, I am willing to accept the punishment."

Luo Fan's expression remained calm, as if he had no intention of making any more excuses.

"Punishment? Those who lead the rebellion should all be executed."

Marcus snorted coldly, drawing a longsword from one of his subordinates' waists and pointing it at Luo Fan. "I can kill you right now. If I don't kill you, and everyone follows your example, how can I establish my authority?"

The long sword was pressed against Luo Fan's neck; the slightest movement would draw blood.

Are you afraid of dying?

"Afraid."

"If you're afraid of death, why don't you beg for mercy?"

"Please, sir, spare my life."

Luo Fan immediately spoke sincerely.

This reaction surprised Marcus slightly, and even his two subordinates behind him were somewhat stunned.

Logically, shouldn't the current situation be that Luo Fan shows a fearless attitude, Marcus shows an appreciative expression, and ultimately successfully recruits Luo Fan into his ranks?

They're so unpredictable; they don't even know how to continue the script.

"Heh, weren't you so arrogant towards those two good-for-nothings? Why are you acting like a coward when you're with me? You're putting me in a difficult position."

Marcus snorted again, bringing his longsword an inch closer to Luo Fan's neck.

Luo Fan remained unmoved: "My lord, you are powerful, and my life or death is in your hands. If I were to beg for mercy, you would say the same thing, which is why I didn't beg for mercy before."

Marcus was slightly taken aback. After thinking about it carefully, he found that Marcus's idea was quite novel, as if it was a response to Marcus's previous question.

That actually makes it harder to tell if the kid is a spineless coward.

And it seems like there's a certain shrewdness about him.

At this moment, Luo Fan took the initiative to speak up: "My lord, I believe I have some strength and wish to follow you. I hope you can give me this opportunity."

He had long realized that Marcus was testing him and believed that the other party was not after him.

By now, any plans to escape from the labor camp are simply wishful thinking.

Why not take the initiative to surrender and see if there's an opportunity?

Marcus sized up Luo Fan. Most of the ignorant masses at the bottom of society were brainless, and it was rare to see someone like this kid who knew how to assess the situation, show weakness appropriately, and remain calm in the face of change.

Anyone else would probably have been terrified and run away in terror, let alone think of surrendering.

He was indeed here to test Luo Fan, intending to subdue him through a combination of kindness and severity, and after some training, he could become a decent soldier under his command.

It seems we need to change our approach.

"There are plenty of people who want to follow me. Do you think you're qualified just because you have some strength? But I can give you this opportunity, Kurut. You teach him a lesson."

He calmly sheathed his longsword, took a step back, and a tall, muscular man stepped forward in response.

"You easily dealt with two good-for-nothings, do you think you're so great? There are too many people who want to stand out, but not everyone has the ability."

"If you can withstand Kurut's attacks for even a minute without falling, I can forgive you and give you a chance to follow me."

Marcus stepped back again, giving the two some space, and then gestured to Kurut with his eyes.

Kurut looked Luo Fan up and down, a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"Kid, I won't bully you. Let's have a wrestling match. I hope you won't disappoint me."

After saying that, he bent his knees, opened his arms as if to embrace Luo Fan, and charged directly at Luo Fan like a giant iron tower, as if he wanted to knock Luo Fan to the ground with one blow.

Upon seeing this, Luo Fan immediately stepped forward to meet them. The next second, the two collided violently with a thud, their shoulders touching.

Luo Fan felt a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist like iron hoops, bursting with considerable strength, trying to pull him backward.

He moved his right foot back, pressing it into the ground like an iron nail, and wrapped his arms around Kurut's waist, dissipating the force of Kurut's attack, and stopped moving back even an inch.

"You have the strength!"

Kurut's eyes lit up. He hadn't expected that Luo Fan could withstand his attack. He then let out a low roar and exerted force with his legs and waist again, as if he wanted to break through Luo Fan's defenses and slam the boy, who was much smaller than him, to the ground.

However, no matter how hard he tried, it was like trying to knock down a solid old tree root; no matter what he did, Luo Fan's feet remained firmly planted.

Luo Fan's spine was taut, and he concentrated all his strength in his lower body, his legs firmly planted on the ground, resisting the immense power emanating from Kurut.

He had been thinking for a while about how much weaker his physique was compared to that of a guard like Jonas. When fighting the demonic corpse, the speed Jonas unleashed shocked Luo Fan.

This Kurut is probably no weaker than Jonas.

The opponent's strength was indeed considerable, even surpassing his own. If they had come to find him yesterday, Luo Fan would undoubtedly have been defeated.

But now, having been strengthened by the Spine Strengthening Technique, his spine can control and mobilize the power of his entire body, firmly pressing down on his lower body. Even when facing Kurut, who is stronger than him, he can ensure that he does not fall.

If the other party wanted to fight, Luo Fan would definitely lose, but if they just wanted to wrestle, Luo Fan was not afraid at all.

As time passed, Kurut used every trick in the book: close-quarters grappling, twisting waist and hips, chest thrusts and slams, grabbing collars and pulling, hooking feet, twisting legs... He tried every wrestling move imaginable, all in an effort to throw Luo Fan to the ground.

No matter what moves he used, Luo Fan was able to resist and hold on, standing firm like a roly-poly toy.

The surrounding noise gradually subsided, and everyone stared in astonishment at the two people locked in a struggle.

No one believed that Luo Fan could fight Kurut to a standstill, considering the significant size difference between the two.

Even Marcus looked at Lofan with considerable surprise.