Yu Xian's Shameless Tactics

It wasn't that Zhong Wuliang hadn't thought about running back and fleeing to the stone chamber. The problem was that the path back had just collapsed. He was left with barely any room to move, giving him no space whatsoever to dodge. On top of that, digging through the collapsed tunnel was extraordinarily difficult. The moment he smashed open some rocks and dirt, fresh rubble would come raining down from above, making his progress agonizingly slow. Even with Zhong Wuliang's staggering strength and his potential surging under the threat of death, he still couldn't pick up speed. Especially after digging only a short distance, a colossal boulder came crashing down, serving as the final straw that broke his resolve. "I surrender! I give up!" Looking back at the growing pile of bombs, Zhong Wuliang finally felt true terror. He set the purple-gold heavy hammer on the ground, dropped hastily to his knees, raised his hands, and bellowed at the surrounding walls. *Thud!* *Thud!* *Thud!* Bombs continued to appear out of thin air. The pressure mounted relentlessly. His eyes were entirely bloodshot as he watched the bombs gradually pile into a small mountain. He roared, "I already surrendered! What more do you want? What good does driving me to complete extermination do you?!" *Thud!* *Thud!* *Thud!* The bombs kept tumbling down without pause. Kneeling on the ground, tears and snot streaming down his face, Zhong Wuliang sobbed, "Big bro, grandpa, I really surrender! How about I break my own arms and legs? Will you believe me then?!" High in the sky outside the cavern, Yu Xian had no idea that Zhong Wuliang had surrendered. To play it safe, he planned to drop a full five hundred bombs to blast Zhong Wuliang straight into the heavens. Having zero experience facing a body-refining martial artist, he felt he ought to be conservative and not take unnecessary risks. Once he had dropped enough bombs, he pulled the pin on the final grenade and tossed it casually into a spatial bubble. The grenade vanished a second later. *Rumble! Boom!* In an instant, the entire mountain below shook violently. The opening of the cavern erupted like a volcano, spewing a massive geyser of rock, soil, and dust high into the air. In an enclosed space, the destructive power of explosives truly saw a colossal increase. Looking down at the ground, Yu Xian happened to spot a severed arm blown out of the cave. It landed atop a boulder, blood oozing from the ragged stump. Suddenly, a dark silhouette sprang rapidly out of the crater left by the explosion, fleeing into the distance at breakneck speed. "He didn't die from *that*?!" Yu Xian's eyes went wide in genuine shock. In truth, the main reason Zhong Wuliang hadn't been blasted to death was that out of sheer desperation, he had curled himself into a tight ball, stacked a barricade of rocks before him, and then blocked the front with his purple-gold heavy hammer. Even so, he had still underestimated the destructive force of Yu Xian's payload. The arm holding the purple-gold heavy hammer had been blown clean off, and his other arm was fractured. *Run!* *I have to get out of here right now!* It wasn't that Zhong Wuliang hadn't considered hiding in the crater to ambush Yu Xian. The problem was that he had zero confidence in succeeding. Yu Xian was a spatial ability user; the moment he made a move, Yu Xian would likely teleport away before he could even land a strike. Furthermore, the crater left by the explosion was far too ideal for a second round of bombing. After weighing the pros and cons, he decided to flee first; if escape truly proved impossible, he would find suitable terrain and fight to the death. Yet as he ran, something began to feel terribly wrong. He skidded to an abrupt halt, whipped his head toward a nearby tree, and looked down to see fresh blood dripping from his stump smeared onto the bark. He had just run past this exact tree. How had he looped back here? *Thud!* A bomb landed beside Zhong Wuliang's feet. He looked down at it, a smile spreading across his face that was uglier than crying. His opponent was clearly a fragile spatial ability user who wouldn't believe a single word he uttered. Even if he shattered his own limbs, the enemy would probably still suspect it was a self-mutilation ruse meant to lure him close before springing a lethal trump card. Under such paranoia, his opponent would only approach once he was thoroughly and utterly dead. From the very beginning, his death sentence had already been passed. *** Yu Xian currently kept a standing reserve of over five thousand bombs in his storage ring. A few days ago, the branch office had specifically submitted a request to headquarters for even more explosives. Once the next resupply reached the office, he conservatively estimated that he would be able to collect over ten thousand more. Amidst a chorus of explosions, Zhong Wuliang was ultimately blown to bits. From start to finish, he hadn't posed the slightest threat to Yu Xian. Despite having a higher rank and superior attributes across the board, he died a thoroughly aggrieved, stifled death at Yu Xian's hands, without even getting the chance to fight back. Even after Zhong Wuliang fell, Yu Xian continued dropping bombs until he was certain the man was dead beyond a shadow of a doubt before finally relaxing. In a flash, he appeared beside Zhong Wuliang's corpse. By now, the man's arms and legs were mangled and twisted from fractures, his torso was warped out of shape by the blast, and not an inch of intact skin remained on his face. Pulling out his phone, Yu Xian snapped a series of photos of Zhong Wuliang. Then, silver threads shot from his fingertips, instantly slipping the two rings off Zhong Wuliang's fingers. After confirming there were no other valuables on the body, he steered his spatial bubble back to the crater caused by the explosion and retrieved the two purple-gold heavy hammers Zhong Wuliang had left behind. The two hammers were exceptionally hefty, each likely weighing a full ton. Because the purple gold used to forge them was refined from real gold, human placenta, and various other materials, the pair possessed remarkable spirituality and self-repair capabilities; no matter how hard they struck, one never had to worry about damaging them. Stowing away his spoils, Yu Xian opened the bounty section of the Qilin app, navigated to Zhong Wuliang's wanted page, and uploaded the photos. A moment later, a red stamp reading "Slain" appeared over Zhong Wuliang's bounty photo. Yu Xian checked his balance and found that his merit had indeed increased by 50,000 points. At the same time, with a crisp chime, a notification popped up showing that 2,000,000 yuan had been deposited into the bank card he had registered for his salary. While this sum wasn't much for someone who already had two "small goals" of a hundred million to his name, seeing that long string of zeros still brought an inevitable sense of joy. Next, he resumed his journey while taking out Zhong Wuliang's two storage rings. Previously, he had packaged Scott's storage ring and sold it directly to headquarters. This time, he planned to keep one of Zhong Wuliang's two rings as a spare. Holding the first ring, he verified that it contained no hidden traps, slipped it on, and examined the contents of its storage space. Meat! A massive amount of meat! The first thing Yu Xian saw was a gigantic pile of prepared meat, accompanied by two butchering knives lying nearby. This meat was likely Zhong Wuliang's food supply. Evidently, in order to evade the Huaxia government's wanted list, he had kept an extraordinarily low profile, probably rarely daring to step out of his cavern unless necessary. In truth, that was hardly any different from being in prison. Still, when Yu Xian recalled the people the man had bludgeoned to death, he felt Zhong Wuliang had gotten exactly what he deserved. Huaxia did not blindly suppress Transcendents; doing so would only alienate them and tear the community apart. In fact, as long as a Transcendent was in the right, they could fully defend their legitimate rights and interests. Otherwise, wouldn't Transcendents be extorted by ordinary people running scams every single day? Although the laws were stricter toward Transcendents, while protecting the weak, justice ultimately had to remain fair and impartial enough to genuinely convince everyone. *Ding-dong!* Just then, a notification chime rang out from Yu Xian's phone, signaling an incoming message.