Hearing that scoundrel Shama speak that way, Gu Cai opened his mouth a few times, but being an honest and upright man, he was left speechless by the sheer belligerence of the man. In truth, if Gu Cai hadn't been a prominent Senator in Chiang Mai at the time, with wide-ranging connections, Shama would have ordered a bullet put through his skull long ago.

"Go!" Shama stood up with a grin that didn't reach his eyes, making a perfunctory, utterly meaningless gesture of respect—hands pressed together—towards the ashen-faced Master Apiluk, before decisively pointing at Chai Ba and several other boxers he had targeted, intending to forcibly abduct them.

But then, a faint voice drifted from the distance:

"Wait a moment."

All eyes turned to the source of the sound. It was Fang Senyan, arms crossed over his chest, who had been observing the scene from the sidelines for quite some time.

He looked casually at Shama:

"You said, as long as we defeat all the fighters you brought, you'll turn around and leave, correct?"

Shama let out a hearty laugh, rubbed his bald head, and uttered only a single word:

"Yes!"

Fang Senyan stepped forward, glanced at Master Apiluk, and stated seriously:

"I have been studying under Master Apiluk for over ten days; I am practically one of his disciples. Therefore, I am qualified to fight a match."

Shama merely snorted dismissively through his nostrils, completely ignoring Fang Senyan, and sat back down in his chair, an impatient expression crossing his face. He made a throat-slitting gesture towards a Muay Thai fighter standing behind him.

The Thai fighter let out a sneer:

"Kid, you only have yourself to blame for being too foolish!"

Fang Senyan slightly lifted his head and saw a fighter with skin as dark as pitch and a long, narrow face advancing on him step by measured step. His musculature wasn't overly developed, but it looked as hard as cast iron. With every stride he took, the sinews and bones in his body clicked and snapped, like a ferocious wolf staring down a lamb.

Simultaneously, the surrounding soldiers even lowered their rifles. The heat was oppressive, and holding an aiming posture for so long was exhausting. They clearly saw Fang Senyan as a novice, so they treated the matter as mere entertainment, most leaning on their arms, watching the unfolding scene with schadenfreude.

The Thai boxer leaned slightly forward, and then a distinct footprint appeared on the ground. With a loud roar, he charged straight ahead, bending his left knee to drive upward with force.

The force of this knee strike generated a sound—wuuu wuuu wuuu—and the whistling rush of his leg carried a tearing, heartbreaking quality. It slammed directly into Fang Senyan’s jaw! It actually lifted Fang Senyan into a backward somersault, sending him crashing face-first into the dirt in a most undignified sprawl.

But Fang Senyan had also managed to kick the Thai fighter squarely in the stomach!

To onlookers, Fang Senyan looked like he might lose his jaw, or at least suffer a comminuted fracture. And even an ordinary Muay Thai fighter dedicates himself daily to hardening his abs for impact absorption! Fang Senyan’s kick must have felt like nothing more than a mosquito bite to him!

Yet, Fang Senyan, who had landed on his face, quickly got back up as if nothing had happened, shook his head, and dusted himself off. The Thai fighter before him, however, was twitching uncontrollably; his mouth was wide open, revealing blood churning in his throat. His eyes held an expression of terror mixed with profound agony. He clutched his stomach tightly before slowly collapsing sideways. Blood began to pool beneath his mouth in a growing slick.

"Next," Fang Senyan said, lowering his eyes in a perfectly normal tone.

The crowd gasped in shock. Another Thai fighter’s eyes snapped wide open, and he charged forward immediately, roaring:

"How dare you use a weapon! There’s a hidden blade in your shoe!"

The onlookers, already filled with surprise, immediately settled on this as the root cause of the anomaly. The enraged fighter thundered:

"You despicable wretch! I will shatter every bone in your body while you're still alive!!!"

With that, he strode directly at Fang Senyan. For these Muay Thai fighters who spent their lives wrestling with life and death, whether the enemy possessed a cold weapon was irrelevant; the killing power of their elbows and knees was absolutely no less than that of common weapons like steel pipes or cleavers.

"Not good!!" Gu Cai, watching from a distance, felt a blur before his eyes. The furious Thai fighter had already closed the distance to Fang Senyan. Judging that Fang Senyan's shoe concealed a blade, this fighter deployed his most favored leg technique. In a movement almost too fast to see, there came a rapid succession of strikes: bang, bang, bang, bang, bang! Five kicks slammed into Fang Senyan's body.

Fang Senyan only managed to return one punch before being sent flying backward. But he recovered just as quickly, rising up as if unharmed, while the fighter he had struck in the chest was wide-eyed with horror, backing away step by step before collapsing entirely. He spewed a torrent of blood, his frothy vomit resembling the bubbles a fish spits out when deprived of water, and his body began to convulse.

Shama suddenly shot up from his seat, his pupils contracting to pinpricks. He vigorously rubbed his bald head, staring at Fang Senyan with the gaze reserved for a monster:

"Your strength is actually this great? Hahahaha!"

He then burst into laughter:

"Excellent, excellent! With you, what need have I for those useless men? On the black-market fighting circuit, you can bring back at least tens of millions of dollars before they beat you to death."

Fang Senyan smiled faintly:

"You can't afford me."

"Hahahahaha!!" Shama erupted in a string of wild laughter, as if he had just heard the funniest joke imaginable, even wiping away tears of mirth:

"There is no one I wish to hire whom I cannot afford! Because they hire people with money; I hire with bullets!"

As he spoke, the surrounding soldiers had already raised their rifles again, their dark muzzles aimed squarely at Fang Senyan! These well-trained soldiers, having witnessed Fang Senyan dispatch two formidable Muay Thai fighters with mere hand movements, dared not be careless. If Fang Senyan moved slightly, he would instantly be riddled with holes.

"Surrounded by soldiers armed with automatic rifles... If this were twenty-four hours ago, I might have been genuinely cautious! But now... Hahahaha!"

Fang Senyan suddenly let out a long laugh, then violently retreated, snatching the barrel of a rifle aimed at him with his backhand. With a sharp yank, the soldier completely lost control of his weapon and stumbled into his arms. Fang Senyan seized the man's head and twisted—crack—snapping the cervical spine cleanly.

At that moment, the other soldiers’ eyes widened, and they angrily pulled their triggers! But Fang Senyan casually hurled the corpse in his grasp onto the ground and immediately bent low, charging forward with all his might!

He was like a magnificent tiger sprinting through the rain, every muscle in his body overflowing with aesthetic power, strength surging through him like flowing water!

Most of the scorching bullets missed their mark, but a few struck his body. If this had happened before Fang Senyan’s latent talent had awakened in the real world, he would have been gravely concerned. But now! The concentrated fire from multiple semi-automatic weapons posed absolutely no lethal threat to Fang Senyan!

The distance of dozens of meters vanished in an instant.

Fang Senyan planted his feet, launched himself into the air, and drove his knee into the chest of the nearest soldier. The impact caused the soldier's chest to deeply cave in; he spat a torrent of blood, having emptied his clip and failing to rack a round as the pistol half-drawn from his tunic flew out of his grasp.

Fang Senyan landed, then leaped into the air, kicking the pistol away like a soccer ball. It struck another soldier firing a rifle squarely on the head with a sickening smack, instantly causing his skull to rupture, killing him immediately!

Upon landing, Fang Senyan rolled on the spot, then bounced up like a phantom, punching one soldier away before sweeping his leg low to trip two others into a tangle, both clutching their ankles and screaming—it looked like broken tibias were inevitable.

By this point, Fang Senyan's back and chest were clearly marked by bullet impacts. Someone finally noticed that Fang Senyan was wearing thick outer clothing and immediately thought they had found the truth, shouting:

"He’s wearing the most advanced body armor! Shoot his head and legs!"

But the person who yelled was instantly kicked hard in the chest, followed by a massive fist connecting with his face, sending him flying like a sack of sand! His left eyeball burst outward, and he lay on the ground unable to even scream.

In what seemed like mere moments, everyone Shama had brought was dead at Fang Senyan’s hands!! Shama, however, remained seated on his chair, mouth agape, unable to process the reality unfolding before him. Fang Senyan walked up to him, slapped his cheek, picked up a nearby cigarette, lit it, and placed it between Shama’s lips.

"Old man, just go home and enjoy retirement. Why are you still playing at fighting at your age?"

Having spoken, Fang Senyan walked before Master Apiluk and bowed deeply, hands pressed together respectfully. Master Apiluk, overwhelmed by confusion and astonishment, quickly returned the gesture. Fang Senyan laughed toward the sky and departed, taking Gu Cai's car with him directly to Chiang Mai.

Fang Senyan had finally resolved a major worry now that he had successfully unlocked his latent potential. In fact, Fang Senyan clearly felt that if he hadn't achieved this breakthrough now, his inspiration would have inevitably plummeted from its peak, and it might have taken an unknowable amount of time to break through again. Thus, even though the seven-day limit to return to the Nightmare Space had long passed, Fang Senyan had deliberately delayed. Now that his wish was fulfilled, he was naturally eager to enter the space.