The Art of the Taunt

Fang Han spat on the ground and looked around for something.

Han Chen stood in the sky, looking down on the scurrying Fang Han with disdain, as if observing an ant.

One of the darts seemed unable to contain its impulse and shot straight towards Fang Han.

It was incredibly fast, flickering in and out of sight in the night.

Compared to Fang Han running below, the dart’s speed was much faster.

“Swish~”

Just as the dart was about to slice Fang Han’s neck, Fang Han, with his back to it, seemed to have foreseen it.

He abruptly ducked his head.

The dart flew over his head, and his grayish-white hair fluttered in the air.

Fang Han touched the top of his head and exclaimed, “My glorious hair~ I don’t want to go bald in my youth!”

The dart flickered with an intermittent light in the air, circling and cutting around Fang Han, flying at him from time to time.

However, Fang Han managed to perfectly dodge these surprise attacks every single time.

Sometimes he even turned back, looking at Han Chen with a provocative expression, “What’s wrong with you, dude? As a man, how can you not shoot straight?~ A guy like me, I hit whatever I aim at, never miss. I think you should just give up on darts. The paper airplanes my neighbor’s kid folds fly truer than what you throw~”

After speaking, he pointed his middle finger to the sky, making a gesture understood by international friends everywhere.

Seeing the ant, who was dodging and hiding, giving him a provocative gesture, the veins near Han Chen’s temples bulged.

He clenched his jaw and squeezed out, “Tch~ what a loudmouth.”

The other three darts also began to emit a different kind of light, shooting towards Fang Han, full of killing intent.

But Fang Han, who had been running forward all this time, suddenly stopped.

He turned to look at Han Chen in the sky and said, “I, Fang Han, am able to stand here as an Initial Form warrior not to throw my life away. As a prepared soldier, how could I not have a few tricks up my sleeve?~”

As he spoke, looking at Han Chen in the sky, he suddenly formed a strange seal with his hands and muttered something.

The aura of his body changed abruptly.

A surge of energy particles roiled within him.

A massive flow of energy, like a roaring river, rushed through Fang Han’s meridians.

Countless points of light lit up, outlining a bizarre picture.

Then he opened his arms, waiting for the darts to come.

Han Chen, floating in the air, looked at the fearless Fang Han and suddenly had a bad feeling.

Seeing the four darts about to hit Fang Han, he abruptly exerted his power.

The four darts made a sharp turn in the air, swerving right in front of Fang Han’s eyebrows, not touching him in the slightest.

“Oh~ What’s wrong? Scared to come at me? It’s okay, go on, make your move~”

Seeing Han Chen pull back, Fang Han looked at the floating figure in the sky with utter disdain.

His eyes were full of contempt, but the cold sweat constantly beading on his forehead seemed to betray something.

At this moment, Fang Han’s inner thoughts were not as calm as they appeared on the surface.

This move was only for show; in reality, his heart was pounding with anxiety.

But he certainly couldn’t reveal his panic.

Instead, he berated the guy in the sky, “Are you up there looking for your father?! You’re as timid as a mouse even when playing with darts! Get your ass down here~ Grandpa will teach you what a real man’s fist-to-flesh brawl is all about!”

“Don’t just stay up there watching, huh? How about we do some parkour, and your darts can be the monster chasing me? Don’t worry, I definitely won’t let you stick me. For real.”

Han Chen looked at the incessantly chattering Fang Han below and was indeed tempted to make a move.

But on second thought, wasn’t their mission just to hold these three back from destroying the altar in the basement?

Why should he risk his life fighting this strange-looking kid?

With this in mind, Han Chen actually decided to ignore the foul-mouthed Fang Han below, though the guy was indeed a bit annoying.

Fang Han watched in amazement as the guy in the sky actually took out a pair of earphones from his pocket right in front of him.

His face showed displeasure, but in his heart, he was ecstatic.

He didn’t expect to so easily neutralize a Second Form awakened powerhouse.

He was really something else!

Knowing when to quit while he was ahead, Fang Han simply sat down with a slight smirk.

He watched the idiot who had flown into the sky to listen to music on one side, and the two pairs fighting inextricably on the other.

On one side was a brawl of muscular men, flesh meeting flesh.

On the other was a beautiful dance of scattering flower petals.

He looked at Han Chen in the sky, and Han Chen also looked down at Fang Han on the ground.

Neither of them spoke.

They both turned to look at the four people locked in combat.

In fact, Qi Yu and Yang An were no match for Liu Zhuang and Shi Yidie.

The two of them looked at the indifferent Han Chen in the sky, so angry they could spit blood.

A few flower petals landed on Yang An’s thigh, creating several five to six-centimeter-long wounds.

At this point, Yang An’s entire body was covered in countless bloody marks.

Yang An roared at Han Chen, “Get your ass over here and help me!”

Han Chen looked into the distance.

Yang An was suddenly opening his mouth at him, seemingly saying something.

Han Chen muttered, “Help?”

But seeing Fang Han below with that strange smile, the thought of helping was bizarrely suppressed.

Even further away, Qi Yu was being schooled up close, blood seeping from all over his body, while Liu Zhuang only had a few cuts on his forehead.

At this moment, Qi Yu felt as if all his internal organs were aching.

His mind was extremely groggy, and his hands could barely hold onto his thick staff.

Han Chen watched, but made no move to help.

‘Better you die than me… I just need to stall. There are only a few minutes left… When you’re dead, I can get a bigger share…’

In the pitch-black depths of the earth, in the damp and musty air, a boy who looked like a woman—both innocent and bewitching, pure yet full of desire—was running rapidly towards the bizarre and sinister altar.

His hand touched a Black Energy Stone.

The Black Energy Stone, as if it were melting liquid, vanished directly into the air.

In its place, a massive ball of energy particles, containing a large amount of Life Source Energy, appeared inside Su Xuan.

He reached for the other three stones on the altar.

However, he could only dissolve one more.

It was as if he were full; no matter how hard Su Xuan tried, he couldn’t dissolve the remaining two.

‘I can only hide them… but where?’

Hiding them in his pockets would be too easy to discover.

After all, he was only wearing a very short pair of five-point pants, and the pockets were not deep.

Suddenly, Su Xuan looked down and touched the chest binder at his chest.

A thought suddenly popped into his head.

Two cool, mahjong-tile-sized Black Energy Stones were squeezed into the already tight binder.

Even with the binder on, they created a considerable scale.

Feeling the strange sensation on his chest, Su Xuan’s expression was a bit dazed.

And the Black Energy Stone, which he couldn’t dissolve before, actually melted a tiny piece, merging into the small, budding pouch on his chest.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs was heard, along with the sound of a cane tapping the ground.

That old man was back.