Martial artists can never be ultimately insulted.

A moment later, Yuan Chen stopped what he was doing, then withdrew his fingers and walked toward Baroque.

On Yuan Chen's arm, the wound that was originally bleeding profusely had not fully recovered, but the bleeding had stopped.

Then, Yuan Chen looked at Baroque again, his eyes devoid of joy or sorrow, but filled with a burgeoning fighting spirit, and slowly walked towards Baroque once more.

Upon witnessing this scene, Baroque instinctively took a half-step back, not out of fear, but simply because he couldn't understand it.

"What... exactly are you?"

"The one who defeated you!"

Speaking calmly, Yuan Chen then took a step forward, charging straight ahead like a ferocious beast.

Simple, brutal, utterly devoid of beauty—Baroque can be found to have a thousand flaws. But it is precisely this brutal sprint that, with every step, causes blood to splatter.

Despite his shock, Baroque did not pause in his actions. Instead, he immediately entered combat mode, staring intently at Yuan Chen's figure as he drew near, attempting to cut vital organs at the moment of attack. If the brachial artery could not end the fight directly, he would switch to the carotid artery, or even pierce the brain from the jaw and crush it!

But just as Baroque was still thinking, Yuan Chen, who was in his line of sight, suddenly raised his left arm, which was covered in blood from the previous arterial treatment, without any warning.

This undoubtedly captured all of Baroque's attention in an instant.

But then Baroque felt a sharp pain in his eyes—an astonishing golden light burst forth toward his face!

The blood, transformed into life energy through the constant rubbing during arterial therapy, evaporated into light at an astonishing speed upon contact with air. Although Baroque realized the seriousness of the problem the instant he felt the stinging pain and quickly looked away, unfortunately—

In that brief moment, accompanied by the vibration of blood energy, Yuan Chen took a step forward and flew more than ten meters like a cannonball, delivering a powerful tiger knee strike towards Baroque's head!

Damn!

He cursed inwardly, but his rich combat experience still allowed Baroque to make the right decision immediately. Just before Yuan Chen's tiger knee was about to hit his face, he blocked with both hands and used the force to lean back, avoiding any possibility of facial injury.

But with the initial advantage, Baroque was immediately met with three swift and vicious elbow strikes.

Although the blow aimed at his face was forcibly blocked, two other elbow strikes, which merely flashed past his face, struck his left shoulder and right ribs. It was clear that the attackers had figured out that in the continuous high-speed offense and defense, Baroque could no longer distinguish between real and fake attacks, and was simply instinctively protecting his face.

But then Baroque realized that Yuan Chen was too focused on his upper body attacks and neglected his lower body stance.

Although it was by no means beautiful, the fact that his proud face had become the focus of the attack made Baroque, who was burning with rage, feel as if a string of reason in his brain had snapped. With a low growl, Baroque kicked out with all his might without mercy, striking Yuan Chen's demon ball like a thunderbolt!

Won!

As the most important organ for men, Baroque was well aware that when the Demon Orb was struck, the intense pain was enough to make any adult man faint, go into shock, and lose his fighting ability on the spot!

But just as Baroque was still thinking, accompanied by a surge of energy, he felt an impact on his right foot.

Then, his right leg, which had been thrown out, was flung backward at almost twice the speed—and it wasn't just his leg; with the loss of balance, half of Baroque's entire body was pulled backward along with his right leg!

Rebellion?

Feeling this ambiguous shock, a deep, almost impenetrable confusion flashed in Baroque's eyes.

Is this reasonable?

"I have no blind spots."

Yuan Chen's voice rang in his ears once again, and Baroque turned his gaze toward Yuan Chen.

What came into view was Yuan Chen's face, as black as iron, with only his eyes filled with a frenzied killing intent.

Although Baroque couldn't determine Yuan Chen's facial expression due to the darkness of his face, he was certain from the bloodshot eyes and the bulging veins on his forehead that Yuan Chen was in excruciating pain.

But is that all? Shouldn't it have caused excruciating pain and shock?

Baroque was bewildered and despairing.

Immediately afterwards, Yuan Chen lowered his center of gravity and half-squatted on the ground—

Intense pain is transmitted to the nerves, the glands are stimulated, and a large amount of analgesic hormones are secreted. Life energy is activated, strengthened and transformed. In the instant when the body breaks through its original limits in a short period of time, the meridians that were originally dormant in the body are activated at the same time, and this energy is unleashed!

It doesn't take long; such a decisive strike only takes less than 0.2 seconds to accomplish!

Sensing the despair in Baroque's eyes, Yuan Chen's lower body suddenly exploded. The moment he stood up, he gathered his strength at his waist, and his muscular right arm transformed into a golden afterimage, blasting straight towards Baroque's abdomen!

Tiger Rising Dragon Breaks Through!!

Although he jumped from flat ground and made contact with Baroque, a burly warrior weighing nearly 80 kilograms, Yuan Chen still managed to leap nearly three meters into the air by pressing his fist against Baroque's chest.

When Yuan Chen landed, his face was covered in sweat, which dripped onto the ground like slurry.

Baroque, on the other hand, lost control of his body and crashed heavily to the ground in a miserable manner, making a dull thud.

Yuan Chen, WIN!

Standing on the ground, Yuan Chen did not move immediately. After adjusting himself for a moment, he turned around and walked towards Baroque, who had lost the ability to resist.

Looking at Baroque, who seemed to have fainted, Yuan Chen reached out and lifted the mask, then grabbed Baroque's face directly.

Even while unconscious, the moment Yuan Chen touched Baroque's face, Baroque instinctively trembled and swung his steel claws at Yuan Chen.

Unfortunately, Baroque is seriously injured right now. The punch he just delivered shattered his Qi Sea. He's not completely crippled, but he won't be able to circulate Qi for a while.

Yuan Chen didn't even bother to dodge, and simply said calmly, "Don't move, if you still want to save face."

Volume 1: 59 Healing (4/5)

The steel claws had already cut into Yuan Chen's flesh, but now, upon hearing Yuan Chen's words, Baroque, whose consciousness was already blurred, paused slightly. His slightly unfocused eyes trembled slightly before falling back on Yuan Chen, as if wondering if he had misheard.

While squatting on the ground, Yuan Chen didn't say much, but just grabbed Baroque's face to forcefully set his bones and speed up the healing of his wounds.

Feeling the stinging pain, Baroque instinctively swung his claws until, after a moment, as life energy surged in, the wound began to stop bleeding and heal. Only then did Baroque realize what was happening and truly stop what he was doing.

"Why...why..." Baroque's weak voice was filled with confusion.

Yuan Chen responded calmly: "Although we are incompatible, I can feel your obsession and pursuit... I don't understand it, but I respect your will as a martial artist."

As they spoke, accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps, Uncle Tong Ang arrived quickly with his special operations team. Upon seeing Yuan Chen's miserable state, covered in blood, his expression changed drastically.

"Ah Chen!"

"fine."

Upon noticing his uncle's arrival, Yuan Chen waved his hand to indicate that it was alright.

"It's just a superficial wound; with a little care, the bleeding can be stopped immediately."

With that, Yuan Chen turned his gaze back to Baroque.

With the infusion of life energy, his brain, which had been nearly lost in the continuous blows, was revitalized, and his unfocused eyes regained some clarity.

Seeing this, Yuan Chen took out the broken mirror from his lower back, looked at his face briefly, and said, "Your bones and wounds have been healed. As long as you rest well, you won't have any scars."

Upon hearing Yuan Chen's words, Baroque's eyes flickered but he remained silent.

Meanwhile, Tong Ang said to the back, "Take Baroque away... and tell the medical staff to be careful not to hurt his face."

Although Tong Ang didn't know why Yuan Chen wanted to help heal Baroque's face, he understood Yuan Chen's personality and knew that Yuan Chen must have his reasons for doing so. As an elder, Tong Ang wouldn't ignore it and instead helped soothe Baroque's emotions.

For similar martial arts criminals, countries around the world have traditionally opted for appeasement—at least until they are sentenced to death and successfully executed.

Otherwise, if one were to become slightly extreme and awaken some unknown super power, such as a wave of killing intent, it would cause a large number of unnecessary casualties.

But at that moment, Baroque suddenly reached out and grabbed Yuan Chen's arm.

This caused Tong Ang to almost instinctively gather his inner energy, his arm instantly swelling to a size larger.

Baroque, however, paid no attention to this. He stared intently at Yuan Chen, glanced at the messy wounds on Yuan Chen's body caused by the steel claws, and asked earnestly, "Look at your injuries. Don't you hate me?"

"It's not so much hatred as it is, it's just that our positions can only be enemies," Yuan Chen said nonchalantly. "As for these injuries... they're alright."

As he said this, Yuan Chen nodded in satisfaction: "Although I don't know what kind of beauty you're pursuing, for me, as a martial artist, I was indeed a bit too pure before."

Clearly, for Yuan Chen, the scars were not a disgrace; in fact, he felt that he had been too clean before.

Especially now, being scarred by a stronger opponent is less a disgrace and more a mark of victory.

Upon hearing Yuan Chen's words, Baroque remained silent, simply continuing to stare at Yuan Chen as if trying to memorize his appearance.

After that, Baroque released his grip and lay down on the stretcher, completely exhausted: "Ridiculous."

Despite saying this, Baroque didn't react further. This relieved Tong Ang, who then signaled to the medical staff to take Baroque into custody.

"Go and rest for a bit." Tong Ang handed Yuan Chen a bottle of water. "The battle on Sagat's side is over. There's only one member of the December Squad left, and he can't cause any trouble. He can go home after taking a statement and applying for a bonus."

"Yes, thank you for your help." Hearing Tong Ang's words, Yuan Chen nodded understandingly, and then went to rest in the back under the guidance of the medical staff.

Yuan Chen had only been sitting down for a short while, and was pouring water on himself to wash away the bloodstains, when he noticed that the medical staff next to him had already "packed" Baroque and were preparing to put him on the transport vehicle.

After thinking for a moment, Yuan Chen walked over directly.

Upon seeing Yuan Chen, the special operations team members instinctively stepped in front of him.

“I just asked him some questions,” Yuan Chen said.

Upon hearing Yuan Chen's words, the members of Interpol's special operations team turned their attention to their captain.

The squad leader clearly recognized Yuan Chen, and after a brief moment of contemplation, he nodded and said, "Please do it as soon as possible, and I will record it."

“No problem.” Yuan Chen nodded.

The team leader breathed a sigh of relief upon sensing Yuan Chen's cooperation.

Knowing that Yuan Chen was a helper summoned by Tong Ang and also a powerful martial artist, the members of the special operations team maintained a corresponding level of respect—international police tend to prefer to have powerful martial artists handle similar martial arts crimes.

After all, the special operations team members' martial arts skills were only slightly better than ordinary people. While they could inflict considerable damage with heavy weaponry, large-caliber weapons were no match for these super-martial artists who could ignore or even withstand bullets, and even kick away rocket-propelled grenades…

In general, for these martial artists who are willing to abide by the rules, the approach taken by Interpol, other international organizations, and national governments is primarily to win them over and show goodwill.

Especially for martial arts family members of high-ranking Interpol agents like Yuan Chen, even if they are not on the official payroll, they will enjoy many conveniences and preferential treatment.

as well as……

Without Yuan Chen, these members of the special operations team would have had to deal with Baroque.

Don't be fooled by Yuan Chen's ability to withstand attacks; it's because Yuan Chen is a pure jB shit monster with high HP, high attack, and fast/slow attacks. He has a constant high-speed dash that ignores kiting and pulling, and his derivative attacks can forcibly change course and move. He's also immune to bleeding, poison, and other abnormal statuses, and he continuously regenerates HP, MP, and status during battle.

The contrast between the two makes the assassin-type warrior Baroque appear extremely weak.

If it were members of these special operations teams, they wouldn't be able to withstand the Barcelona flying grappling hook and the subsequent basic attacks (probing, playing a game of strategy). A few flying grappling hooks at the start would wipe them out.

Even though Yuan Chen was covered in injuries, at this distance, the members of the special operations team did not believe they had any power to resist.

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Several chapters in the free version were blocked for being borderline offensive. The original text is in the group, and I'm currently busy revising and correcting it. Therefore, I only have three chapters saved for the upcoming release (I also lost some saved chapters after the ban in order to reach the word count for the release). I've been updating five times a day for the past few days since the release, but considering the current situation, I can only use the old method of typing by hand...

Volume 1: Chapter 60 - The Decisive Move (5/5)

Bound to a stretcher, Baroque was covered in a crisscross of ropes resembling those used to prevent mental patients from self-harming.

Sensing someone's arrival, Baroque opened his eyes. After recognizing Yuan Chen, he remained silent for a moment before sneering, "What? You think letting me leave alive is too dangerous?"

“No.” Yuan Chen shook his head and said, “I just wanted to ask where you learned your ninjutsu.”

"……Um?"

Upon hearing this, Baroque was slightly taken aback, then looked at Yuan Chen and said, "Are you... not out of your mind?"

"I'm perfectly clear-headed. I'm just asking because there might be something I can use in ninja techniques. If you don't want to talk about it, then forget it."

Yuan Chen's expression was very calm.

The reason I suddenly had the idea to ask this question is simply because, during my break, I felt that Baroque's speed and agility were indeed something worth learning from.

Although he could contact other ninja schools through Tong Ang or Lao Yuan's channels... considering that Lao Yuan might find out about this and it might not have the desired effect in future deathmatches, Yuan Chen simply came to find Balok instead.

If it doesn't work out, it's not a big deal.

Feeling Yuan Chen's gaze, Baroque merely sneered and remained silent.

Seeing that Baroque remained silent, Yuan Chen didn't press the matter further and simply turned and left.

Just as Yuan Chen was about to walk away, Baroque continued, "Go home and wait."

"……Um?"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Chen raised an eyebrow and looked at Baroque, who remained lying on the stretcher, not even glancing at Yuan Chen, and simply said calmly, "We will meet again."

"Oh, thank you." Upon hearing this, Yuan Chen nodded in understanding.

After hearing Yuan Chen's calm response, Baroque paused briefly, then asked with a hint of confusion in his voice:

"I told you I would definitely come to you again, didn't you... feel uneasy?"

"There's no need," Yuan Chen replied calmly. "Those who lose to me will never be able to defeat me in the future."