Chapter 10, Arrogance is a Crime

After the middle-aged man made his move, he did not make any unnecessary actions. He cast a cold glance at me and silently retreated to his own wall

The serious instructor resolved the battle with remarkable decisiveness. With a light step on the ground, his speed suddenly increased tenfold. It was still the same technique of stepping forward with a punch, but its power was extraordinarily great

The white-haired individual, of course, was unwilling to let life end in this manner; he lifted his left leg and executed a powerful spinning kick

At the brink of life and death, I nearly squeezed out all of my potential, and the devouring ability of the golden shroud reached its utmost limit. The white-haired figure screamed in agony, and his skin visibly withered at an alarming rate. Although the white-haired one still attempted to strike back, under the devouring ability of the golden shroud, he no longer had the opportunity to retaliate. After struggling for a few seconds, his body became limp and completely lost its life

The instructor did not express any opinion regarding this sudden battle; he merely cast a deep glance at the middle-aged man before leisurely pushing the dining cart away, as if nothing had occurred.

At the critical moment of life and death, the middle-aged man who had taught me seven postures suddenly made his move

The kick from the white-haired figure was a desperate counterattack, executed with overwhelming force. Although such a fierce kick shattered a large area of the ground, the recoil from the impact caused him to let out a wretched scream once more, as one of his thighs twisted into several strange angles. The entire leg seemed to have broken into countless pieces, rendering him unable to stand, and he fell to the ground in a disheveled manner

I suddenly felt a violent tremor from the golden shroud, and in addition to a surge of warmth flowing into my body, a strange entity was forcibly pulled out from the white-haired figure by the golden shroud. I was unsure of the potential danger posed by this thing, so I quickly transmitted a thought, instructing the golden shroud to intercept it.

The white-haired individual is indeed admirable for being able to unleash such high lung capacity and various terrifying shouts during battle. I dare not speak while running a hundred meters at full speed, fearing that air might rush into my lungs, which is quite uncomfortable. However, these intimidating words do not enhance combat effectiveness. After only a few exchanges, the white-haired individual was once again sent flying by the instructor. This time, a misfortunate white man was affected. Because he was standing too close, the white-haired individual redirected his anger towards this unfortunate soul, delivering a punch that killed the white man instantly. Yet, these intimidating words do not enhance combat effectiveness. After only a few exchanges, the white-haired individual was once again sent flying by the instructor. This time, a misfortunate white man was affected. Because he was standing too close, the white-haired individual redirected his anger towards this unfortunate soul, delivering a punch that killed the white man instantly

This time, the direction in which he fell was precisely towards me. Although he sustained such severe injuries, the white-haired one's vitality remained tenacious, unlike that golden-haired foreigner who was instantly killed. He let out a scream and, with a swift punch, charged towards my face. Despite being gravely wounded, the white-haired one still harbored a fierce killing intent, an intent to indiscriminately slaughter the innocent.

The agility of the middle-aged man was like lightning, almost no less impressive than that of the white-haired individual. In a single step, he mysteriously approached me, extending his hand gently. The white-haired man's fierce counter-kick went off course, landing heavily on the ground and cracking a large section of the cement floor.

I hurriedly clasped my hands over my head, and the golden shroud, like a nimble serpent, automatically extended from my right wrist to my left hand, wrapping around both hands. Had I been caught off guard, I would have certainly been unable to defend against this lightning-fast strike, and perhaps I would have found myself in the realm of Yama, unaware of how I had been killed. However, the preparations I had made in advance ultimately saved my life.

The white-haired figure shielded my head with his fists, shattering my arms in the process. The golden burial cloth also took the opportunity to wrap around his fists. When this white-haired guy made his entrance to provoke the instructor, I even thought he had the aura of a protagonist, believing that even in defeat he would boast of a future revenge, vowing to kill the instructor's entire family in blood vengeance.

After killing another person, the white-haired individual's momentum surged once again, and their strength seemed to have increased somewhat

The golden shroud, under the impetus of my consciousness, exerted its maximum strength in devouring flesh and blood.

If I were to take this blow, I believe I would at least have to lose seventeen or eighteen bones in my body. Even with the extraordinary ability of a golden burial shroud, it would be too late to recover from such severe injuries. Although I absolutely do not want to endure this hit, the gap in strength between me and the white-haired one is too great; I not only lack the qualification to resist, but I also have no way to evade it.

When the instructor became serious, the white-haired individual was utterly unqualified to engage in combat. He changed his movements seven or eight times in succession, yet was still struck squarely in the face by the instructor's punch. This provocative fellow, after receiving the blow, had his features completely mangled, and his once white hair was stained red with blood, making him appear exceedingly filthy

I have some impressions of this bald black man; his punching power is certainly not inferior to that of the blonde foreigner who was killed by the instructor. Each of his punches has a destructive force that reaches three points. Compared to him, I would need at least six hits to take away even a little bit of the wall's health. This bald black man's combat strength is at least three streets above mine. Yet, despite being such a formidable man, he couldn't withstand a single move from the white-haired man, which made me gasp in shock. I had to reassess the danger level of the dark training camp and the dark world, and the threat posed by the white-haired man in my mind significantly increased.

This white-haired fellow dares to openly challenge the authority of the instructor, indeed showing some skill; at least he is not like the blonde foreigner who was knocked out by the instructor with a single punch. However, just by observing the battle scene, it is clear to everyone that the white-haired one has no chance of victory.

The bald Black man reached out to push away the troublemaker with white hair who had fallen onto him. However, just as his hand was about to make contact with the white-haired figure, a whip-like kick swept past his ear like a ghost. Then came a loud crack, and the Black man was struck in the head by a kick from the white-haired individual.

The white-haired individual lunged for the third time, causing even the instructor to display a hint of seriousness, no longer resembling the easygoing demeanor they had shown earlier when casually intervening.

The instructor's strikes are not flashy, yet each punch is capable of forcing the white-haired individual to retreat several steps

This idiot! Bastard

The white-haired individual dashed around the instructor at an astonishing speed, performing various tricks akin to a monkey. Their agility was beyond belief, and each movement was utterly perplexing, completely surpassing the limits of human capability

Compared to the white-haired individual's all-out effort, with fists and kicks like the wind and a plethora of dazzling moves, the instructor, with simple and direct strikes, appears to be at ease, his strength even more unfathomable.

You will soon know the prowess of Lord Himura ... ... Ah hey, oh oh oh! Wow wow wow ... ...

The white-haired individual was ruthlessly battered by the instructor, leaving his features in a state of disarray. Already a sight too horrific to behold, he encountered the devouring flesh-and-blood ability of the golden shroud, leading to his frenzied screams as his already ghastly face became even more contorted.

The white-haired figure glanced at the headless corpse of the black giant, clenched his fists, and let out another strange cry of "ya hey." His speed was surprisingly even faster than before as he charged forward to engage the instructor in battle once more

I only wanted to kill Loki to avenge my parents, and I never intended to confront someone who seems to have the protagonist's halo. However, his punch forced me to retaliate.