Fang Senyan paid no mind to the physical conditioning or close-quarters combat techniques of future humans, but when it came to energy weaponry, he harbored absolutely no carelessness. He never doubted for a second that even Major General Mongo could squash him like a fly, yet the ensuing fierce energy weapon counterattack might very well prevent him from even exiting the office alive!

Not to mention the launch of the Atlantic-class capital ship cannon he had witnessed before! That was a terrifying power capable of annihilating planets; any living entity was bound by the most fundamental instinct of awe down to the genetic level!!

Fortunately, the energy consumption of these weapons remained a major hurdle. The stronger the power, the greater the energy drain and the larger the required specifications. Any energy weapon capable of threatening Fang Senyan's life would be at least at the level of a main tank cannon. To deploy such a thing, given current technology, it was impossible for a standard-issue personal weapon to pose a threat to Fang Senyan.

Because Fang Senyan was so wary of energy weapons, he didn't even need to issue an order. Ramutas, who understood his intentions, immediately shot out two more quills. One quill pierced the modified man's left shoulder, instantly causing a noticeable explosion in that area.

The other quill flung him backward, rolling at least five or six meters. Amidst a series of crackling explosions, black smoke billowed, and electrical arcs danced around him—this individual had been reduced to a heap of scrap metal mixed with flesh and mechanical components!

Faced with this situation, the man in sunglasses could no longer stand idly by. His figure flickered suddenly, moving with indescribable speed to block the youth's body, and he spoke coldly:

"Who are you people? And do you have any idea who my master is? Forget about him getting hurt—if even a single strand of his hair were to fall out, Base Alpine Seven would be turned upside down..." At this moment, Old Charlie had already retreated, sensing a truly terrifying aura radiating from the man in sunglasses. He also transmitted some crucial information to Fang Senyan:

The identity of the pale, sinister-looking youth could not be determined, but two things were certain:

Firstly, his skin had a faint blue tint, and his veins were strikingly visible—a reaction to trace poisoning. Noble scions of the Empire favored a drug called "Thermos" in their social circles. This substance was similar to the Wushi San popular among Jin Dynasty nobles, except that "Thermos" caused minimal bodily harm and was not addictive, instead inducing a slightly sickly weakness that was considered highly fashionable.

Secondly, the clothing this person wore was highly unique. Putting aside the cut, the material was made of exceedingly rare Blue Dugong hide!

The Blue Dugong was a space-faring creature found only on planets near the core of the Milky Way galaxy. Its appearance resembled the Earth's dugong (sea cow), but its vitality was astonishingly resilient; its eggs could even survive for long periods floating in space by absorbing energy emanating from the galactic core.

However, these creatures would perish if they strayed beyond the range of the galactic core. Once the hide of this creature was stripped and processed through special methods, it could function both as body armor and continuously absorb cosmic energy to strengthen the wearer's body. Because of this, it was incredibly valuable. To put it plainly, one might not even be able to trade a single bar of Xylos element for a piece of Blue Dugong pelt!

Thus, this individual's status was extraordinary. In terms of personal influence, he might not rival Mongo, that latent local tyrant carving out his own domain, but in terms of inherent nobility, he was likely far superior to Mongo. Saying he didn't want to see Mongo might not have been an empty boast after all!

However, Fang Senyan was also a man with a fierce disposition, and he knew perfectly well that he had utterly offended this fellow; to fail to kill a snake that strikes means inevitable future trouble! Entrusting his fate to the magnanimity of others was simply not Fang Senyan's style! If a stone blocks his path, he kicks it aside; if something blocks him and poses a severe consequence, Fang Senyan would rather dig a grave and eliminate it entirely!

Consequently, the sunglasses man's threatening words had absolutely no effect; his reply was a darting quill!

Yet, the man in sunglasses actually caught the quill with his bare hand, and then, a ghostly blue flame erupted from his fist, incinerating the quill completely.

Fang Senyan’s heart immediately tensed:

"This aura... so familiar? Could this guy also be from that damned place?"

At this moment, the man in sunglasses vanished into thin air. When he reappeared, he was directly in front of Fang Senyan—this was genuine instantaneous movement, materializing just one meter before him.

This was true spatial displacement, as none of the booth's walls showed any signs of damage. Even more bizarrely, since Fang Senyan had remained hidden deep within the booth from the start, no one had seen him. Yet, this man in sunglasses managed to pinpoint Fang Senyan's exact location purely by listening to his breathing—the tenacity of this combat instinct was terrifying.

The man in sunglasses carried no weapon and swung a palm strike directly toward Fang Senyan's neck in a straightforward manner.

Fang Senyan tilted his head away; the palm strike missed, slamming instead into the adjacent wall. Where it struck, terrifying fissures immediately cracked across the surface. It seemed this individual had also modified his own body into a weapon.

As the palm strike went wide, Ramutas let out a roar, raising his wooden staff for a blow. But the man in sunglasses dissolved into the air once more, reappearing behind Fang Senyan.

Another bizarre spatial warp—not only did he evade Ramutas’s attack, but he also skillfully maneuvered into Fang Senyan's blind spot, a textbook example of avoiding the strong and striking the weak. Given his extreme mobility, he didn't need to fear Old Charlie attempting a diversionary tactic!

The man in sunglasses stared at his opponent's back. He seemed to possess countless similar experiences, operating as if following a program as he began to punch... The voice of that damn instructor echoed beside his ear!

"Ten centimeters deeper into this position is the enemy's heart. With sufficient strength, one punch can cause cardiac arrest!"

"This position is the enemy's spleen. To make the enemy die ten hours later, use seven-tenths of your strength here, and the spleen will rupture due to coughing or violent movement, filling his abdominal cavity with blood within an hour!"

"See this rib? Watch my hand, grip your fist like this! Strike this rib hard with your extended middle finger. The fractured rib will pierce the enemy's unilateral lung, causing a hemopneumothorax; even the strongest foe will quickly become tame!"

"If you want the enemy to suffer in bed for the rest of his life, attack this part of his spine—yes! You will cause incontinence, impotence, and bedsores to stay with him forever..." A sudden barrage of attacks rained down upon the target before him. In that instant, the man in sunglasses felt his attack was flawless, flowing like water, achieving a pinnacle level of skill, perhaps even surpassing it!

For him, killing was easy, but to strike the unyielding young man before him with such perfect precision—crippling him completely without causing death—that was a first!

Yes, he had no intention of killing the defiant young man before him.

Firstly, those high-purity Xylos element particles were too rare; they needed to keep him alive to trace the whereabouts of those particles.

Secondly, he understood that his master was undoubtedly in a foul mood today and would want to take out his frustration on this person. Whether that meant slicing his flesh piece by piece to feed the piranhas in the tank, or chopping off his limbs to make him a living piece of furniture, was not his concern.

However, just as the man in sunglasses finished his assault and drew back, he was astonished to find that the muscular body before him did not collapse like a puddle of mud. Instead, his wrist was seized by something hard as iron. Looking closely, he realized it had been grasped firmly in a reverse grip.

Immediately following this, the man before him turned around. Only then did the man in sunglasses feel an indescribable pressure emanating from him, causing him to feel suffocated. The words uttered from the man's mouth sank his heart further:

"You must be a product developed by the Big Ben Research Institute, a replication of one of the Ten Strongest?"

"You..."

"Such weak capability, yet you dare appear before me?" Fang Senyan suddenly laughed, his teeth an eerie, fierce white like a predator's: "One punch! You've hit me this many times; I’ll return one punch. If you can withstand it, I’ll let you scram!"

The pupils of the man in sunglasses contracted instantly, filled with immense terror. With a flash of light, he severed his own left wrist where Fang Senyan held him and activated his translocation ability, vanishing into the air!

But where could he escape from Fang Senyan's perception?

The man in sunglasses had just reappeared beside his master, intending to use his ability to flee with him, but Fang Senyan had also activated the teleportation function of his Dark Gold Ring, following close behind like a shadow. He swung his fist without hesitation.

One punch!

With just a single blow, Fang Senyan displayed the dominance of an Awakened!

This punch struck the man in sunglasses’ chest and immediately exploded within him like a bomb, shattering him completely! Even his hardest skull fractured into pieces, leaving him unrecognizable and utterly destroyed! RQ