Chapter 40: How Could Trash Like You Handle Such Fortune?

Under the stunned gazes of the crowd, the faint wisp of Combat Energy flowed into Fire Thunder's chest while the rest dissipated into the air.

The onlookers felt their hearts bleeding at the sight.

They glared at Fire Thunder with eyes wide enough to split, yet even as their hearts bled, they had to suppress any hint of dissatisfaction—lest Zhou Luo notice.

No one dared risk provoking Zhou Luo to swing his ninety-meter blade their way.

Hadn't they witnessed how several surrounding mountain peaks were devastated during Fire Thunder's battle with the Lava Spirit Serpent?

Even when the enraged Lava Spirit Serpent coiled around Fire Thunder's arms, it still couldn't kill the Mecha.

This only proved Zhou Luo had grown terrifyingly stronger again—breaking through to third rank, no less. Clearly, he must have obtained some heaven-defying treasure within the Bloodfiend Cave.

In this Crimson Secret Realm, Zhou Luo was invincible. Only the Monstrous Beasts native to the Secret Realm could challenge him.

These insignificant ants could only seethe in silent fury.

Among the crowd, a man gripped his steering wheel tightly, his expression icy as he stared at Fire Thunder while inwardly roaring: "Damn you, Zhou Luo! Why must you appear everywhere? Why won't you just die?!"

Yang Fan smashed his fists against the wheel in frustration over the failed operation.

Unable to contain his rage, he transformed into his Mecha form and marched toward Fire Thunder—appearing like a tiny ant beneath the colossal war machine.

"Oh?" Zhou Luo naturally noticed Yang Fan and his group.

Humans were predictable like this: just one instigator was enough to rally a mob of troublemakers.

"Zhou Luo, have you no shame?" Yang Fan's voice, merged with his Mecha, rang out. "As a third-rank powerhouse, you're stealing kills? Do you know how long we spent setting this up?"

His words acted like a fuse, igniting collective indignation—including from several second-year seniors present.

Though their levels barely reached second-rank peak.

"Exactly!"

"You're just a freshman! If you're already like this now, what happens when you become an upperclassman? You owe us an apology!"

"Actually—"

"Forget apologies! Just give us a few high-grade Blood Demon Jades instead."

Their entitled expressions made Zhou Luo burst into laughter.

"What's so funny?" Yang Fan's group stiffened at being mocked.

"Funny? I laugh at your incompetence, your lack of discernment, your delusional fantasies." Zhou Luo didn't respond—instead, the Doomsday Evil God emerged from behind Fire Thunder.

"Yue Lingling!!" Yang Fan gnashed his teeth, pointing accusingly in his humiliated fury. "You slut! Did you spread your legs for Zhou Luo to get him to take you into the Bloodfiend Cave?"

Yue Lingling's expression turned glacial, a dangerous curve forming at her lips.

"Say that again."

"Hah! What if I do? If you'll fuck Zhou Luo, why not let us have a turn too?"

"HAHAHAHA!!"

The group roared with laughter.

"Worthless trash!"

Murderous intent radiated from Yue Lingling as she drew the Death Magic Scythe from her back and slashed toward Yang Fan. Yang Fan, having anticipated this, drew his own weapon and charged.

Two Mecha collided in midair, locked in fierce combat.

Thick Combat Energy erupted and spread in all directions.

Indeed, Yue Lingling appeared dim in comparison to Zhou Luo, but she was one of the top ten prodigies of Dragon Country—how could just anyone insult her?

The Doomsday Evil God's body emitted dense black smoke during the battle, seeping into every crevice and corroding Yang Fan's mind.

Yang Fan didn't notice that the power of his Mecha was gradually weakening.

All he could do was roar inwardly: "Why?! How does a freshman possess such terrifying strength? I can't even suppress her!"

Bang!

The Death Magic Scythe slashed into Yang Fan's Mecha, nearly cleaving it in two. His figure was already exposed.

"If it weren't for the academy's rules, I'd kill you right now!!" Icy words spilled from Yue Lingling's lips.

Even Zhou Luo hadn't expected the lively, petite Yue Lingling to harbor such terrifying killing intent.

Seems I underestimated this girl.

"You—" Defeated by a freshman, Yang Fan's heart surged with overwhelming turmoil. Despite his unwillingness, he had no choice but to endure it.

His gaze shifted to the Mecha standing silently to the side, arms always crossed over its great blade.

"Brother Meng, can you really tolerate this? They must have the Blood Demon Jade in their possession. If you speak up, they wouldn't dare refuse you."

"Besides, Zhou Luo is your father's student. By rights, he should even call you senior brother. Don't you want—"

"Shut your mouth, trash!"

Meng Ran pointed his blade at Yang Fan with one hand. Despite only being at the peak of the second tier, his domineering aura was undeniable.

"If I can't obtain the Blood Demon Jade, then it's simply fate. But if you think you can use me as a pawn, don't blame me for turning ruthless!" Meng Ran's expression was cold.

Losing due to inferior strength was one thing—even if unwilling, he could only accept it.

But trying to manipulate him? That was nothing short of insulting his intelligence.

This infuriated Meng Ran, who deeply regretted partnering with Yang Fan and his group.

"Farewell." Not one for words, Meng Ran gave a curt farewell before crushing his Crimson Token and exiting the Crimson Secret Realm.

Only Zhou Luo, Yue Lingling, and Yang Fan's group remained on the scene.

Without Meng Ran, the opportunists behind Yang Fan had already lost their nerve.

"Brother Fang won't let you off! Don't think breaking through to the third tier is a good thing—prepare for the upperclassmen's relentless retaliation!" Yang Fan still glared viciously at Fire Thunder before he and his group took out their Crimson Tokens, ready to leave.

"You think you can just drop threats and walk away? Isn't that a bit delusional?" Zhou Luo watched them with amusement. Honestly, a single step from him could crush these insects.

Zhou Luo stomped, and the ground trembled violently.

The Crimson Tokens in their hands fell instantly, the impact like a foot stomping on their hearts. The fear of facing a true powerhouse became unbearable.

They collapsed to their knees, begging for mercy.

"Zhou Luo, we're all freshmen—we'd never dare oppose you! We were just blinded by greed—please, let us go like the worthless trash we are!"

"Yes, yes! We were just here to try our luck!"

"The rest don't matter—but you." Zhou Luo's gaze locked onto Yang Fan. "Kneel!"

An overwhelming pressure erupted, forcing Yang Fan to his knees.

His Mecha was more than half-destroyed. Without its protection, his combat suit alone couldn't withstand this force.

He hurriedly spoke up.

"Brother, father, grandfather, ancestor, I was wrong! Ahh!!"

"Miss Yue, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have insulted you. Ughh—"

The pressure was nearly crushing his body flat, no wonder he didn't hesitate to beg for mercy.

"Such an opportunity isn't meant for ants like you. You can't handle it—get lost."

As Zhou Luo's words fell, Yang Fan and the others hastily crushed their Crimson Tokens and vanished from the Crimson Secret Realm.

Fire Thunder also withdrew from its true form state.

(End of chapter)