"Smack!" Wang Zikai’s "Bronze Hand" firmly caught Pang Jun’s "Tumor Hand."
Two gigantic, non-human arms clashed, beginning their fierce struggle.
"Aaah—" Veins bulged on Wang Zikai’s forehead, and his eyes, now an eerie deep green, glimmered with intensity. His arm swelled with unimaginable strength, reaching a crushing grip strength of 1,000 kilograms in just five seconds.
The "Tumor Hand" was no match. It writhed desperately, emitting faint, frantic sounds, but it was already too late.
*Splat!* At last, the grotesque hand exploded under the crushing force of Wang Zikai’s beast-like "Bronze Arm," spraying a pale violet fluid.
By the time Gao Yang rose to his feet, Pang Jun had collapsed, unconscious, his arm returned to normal.
Wang Zikai, gasping for air, his chest heaving, gradually regained his human form, his bronze arm shrinking back to its natural state.
Gao Yang stared at Wang Zikai’s cold, silent figure. A chilling dread crawled up from the pit of his stomach—was he truly just a lost soul? Why did it feel as though his potential far exceeded that of “Li Weiwei” and “Aunt He”?
Gao Yang hesitated—should he call Wang Zikai’s name or simply flee?
Wang Zikai slowly turned, his eyes brimming with tears of joy. “Gao Yang! You weren’t lying! I’ve really become stronger!”
“Huh?” Gao Yang’s expression was surely comical at that moment.
Wang Zikai rushed over, grabbing Gao Yang in a tight embrace, bouncing up and down. “Did you see that? My mighty Kirin arm! The training method you gave me really is incredible!”
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“Oh, no no, it's mainly because of your hard work...” Gao Yang forced a smile, thinking: Fortunately, he isn’t too bright, or the consequences would be unthinkable.
“Oh, right!” Wang Zikai, still immersed in his excitement, finally remembered Pang Jun. “Who would've thought? That guy turned out to be a traitor. Should I just kill him?”
“No.” Gao Yang stopped him, thinking for a moment before asking, “Your place is nearby, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.”
“If I remember correctly, your parents divorced, so you live alone?”
“Right, why?”
“Let’s head to your place.” Gao Yang gestured toward Pang Jun lying on the ground. “Bring him with us.”
…
Weighing over 180 pounds, Pang Jun was effortlessly carried by Wang Zikai all the way home, his steps light and steady, not even out of breath.
Gao Yang was secretly astounded: Once the beast's power is awakened, it’s terrifyingly immense. I’m like a lamb living amongst wolves.
Wang Zikai’s family was absurdly wealthy—his father was in real estate, his mother in politics. It wasn’t uncommon to see her on the news. His residence was a villa by the riverfront, in an area where every inch of land was precious.
Wang Zikai’s three-story villa came equipped with a private garage, swimming pool, garden, and a small park—a far cry from your average villa.
In the underground garage, Pang Jun was now tied securely to a chair, bound in five places.
Gao Yang considered contacting Qingling, but calling at this hour would leave a trace, and relying on her too often might raise suspicion. Besides, with Wang Zikai’s current strength, he could easily protect them both.
Gao Yang asked Wang Zikai to fetch a basin of water, to which Wang Zikai obediently complied. In the brief pause, Gao Yang opened his system to check, as expected—the lucky points had doubled, a direct result of Pang Jun’s earlier attack.
He closed the system, waiting in silence.
A moment later, Wang Zikai returned with the water, and without waiting for instructions, he promptly dumped it over Pang Jun’s head, waking him with a startled cry.
“W-where… where am I?” Pang Jun blinked in confusion. “Brother Yang… why am I tied up? What happened to me…”
“Are you human or beast?” Gao Yang demanded.
“I’m human! I’m an awakened one!” Pang Jun shouted. “You’ve known that for a long time!”
Gao Yang remained silent, deep in thought. Pang Jun had talent—he’d even healed Gao Yang once, so he should be human. But that grotesque, tumor-like hand was unlike any human power; it had to be a form of beast transformation. No, it’s too risky, I have to be certain.
Gao Yang looked at Wang Zikai. “Do you have a chip at home?”
Wang Zikai froze. “A chip? What kind?”
“You know... *that* kind.”