Chapter 206: Genius Kindergarten (Part Nineteen)

Chapter 206: Genius Kindergarten (Part Nineteen)

Jie FangCheng seemed to be having a very long, intricate dream.

In the dream, one moment he's the crown prince of Ru Nation, and the next he's General Jie guarding the frontier.

After a while, he's in the underworld learning English in a basic course, and with a blink, he's busy catching and defeating ghosts.

There seems to be a constant "ding, ding, ding" near his ear.

What? Has the underworld come up with its own DingTalk app now? That's terrifying, isn't it?

Jie FangCheng's perspective spun wildly, and the scenery in his dream shifted accordingly.

Most dreams are actually not that pleasant, but having seen so many, Jie FangCheng had grown somewhat more reconciled to them.

When Zhang SiQuan finally "saw" Jie FangCheng, aided by the power of the entire mental space, all he found was an ashen, chaotic realm. It was a limitless expanse of grey, devoid even of a landing point.

Fragments of memory hovered in the very center of this chaotic space, shielding the person within, whose eyes were tightly closed. These fragments served both as protective shields and as sharp weapons ceaselessly swirling around him.

Jie FangCheng sat cross-legged, suspended in the air as though he were a deity enshrined in a coffin temple. Crowned with a nine-tasseled diadem and dressed in a black robe, he was animated by the memories swirling around him, though there was no wind.

It was the first time Zhang SiQuan had ever seen a mental space so thoroughly ravaged.

He wasn't sure how he knew so much about operating within a mental space, but the action of "bordering" felt like something he had done countless times and should have been familiar with.

Yet this mental space offered no landing points; a thick, invisible membrane of self-protection blocked anyone from making contact.

Zhang SiQuan stood at the edge of his own mental space, while the Dream-Returning Fish circled him nervously.

"Jie FangCheng... Jie FangCheng."

Inside the dream, Jie FangCheng was undergoing the final step of becoming a ghost.

Around him, his once living subordinates had all turned into fierce ghosts. A white-haired young general extended his sword, but no one was willing to take it.

"Your Highness! We alone are sufficient on the battlefield; you must safeguard the Great Ru for the future and become an eternally renowned sovereign! Why waste yourself here?"

"Exactly, Your Highness. You must live on and witness the future of the Great Ru for us."

The future of the Great Ru—

Memories slashed through him like flying blades, each leaving behind the name of someone he knew well.

Jie FangCheng had indeed "lived" for a very long time, long enough to personally send each citizen of the Great Ru into the cycle of reincarnation.

He had thought that by conquering the Heavenly Dao and the gods, he would finally achieve fairness.

But when he actually won the war, the outcome was not what he had hoped for.

The name of the Ru Nation was erased from the Three Realms. All its people became the living dead, unable to reenter the cycle of reincarnation. For two centuries, the entire Ru Nation was plagued by strife and sorrow, yet no one could truly die.

As long as grievances remained unresolved, conflicts would never cease.

Left with no alternative, Jie FangCheng shattered his golden radiance, infusing it into every citizen of Ru. He then used his remaining spirit to mend the gradually eroding Heavenly Dao within Ru's borders, serving as the cornerstone that upheld the last vestiges of life in the Ru Nation.

Any regrets?

If he had known that even after all the painstaking efforts, even after personally turning his subordinates into fierce ghosts just to win, the result would still be this—

—he had promised them, after all, to make Ru a paradise where everyone would be free from the oppression of so-called "gods."

To protect them all...

"Jie FangCheng!"

The "divine statue" suspended in midair finally opened its eyes.

He looked around, somewhat bewildered, before finally recognizing the presence.

"...Zhang DaoAn?"

Zhang SiQuan paused briefly before acknowledging with a simple,

"Yes."

Jie FangCheng glanced around in mild confusion.

Zhang SiQuan elucidated, "Your mental space hasn't recovered since it was struck by heavenly thunder. That's why your spiritual state is unstable."

"Ah..." Jie FangCheng scratched his head, inadvertently scattering the fragments of memory around him, clearing a path towards Zhang SiQuan.

Jie FangCheng drifted along this path but was halted at the edge of Zhang SiQuan's mental space.

Zhang SiQuan succinctly explained, "Our mental spaces are like two computers. When I'm browsing my own, you can directly access my data if you're nearby. That's how we usually enter each other's mental spaces. However, since we're each in our own mental spaces now, it's as if we've logged into our separate computers. If you want to view my data from your computer, we need to connect them first. This process is called 'bordering.'"

Jie FangCheng nodded, then shook his head, "You've put it quite simply, but there's one issue."

Zhang SiQuan chuckled, "I know, you don't know how to do it. You don’t have to; I'll handle it."

He turned towards Jie FangCheng, "But I need your permission. You might... need to open up your mental space to me."

"Ah? How do I do that?"

"Like this."

In the next moment, Jie FangCheng experienced a sensation hard to describe.

The other had completely unlocked all the permissions of his mental space. Jie FangCheng felt that, if he so wished, he could devour the other’s mental space entirely at this moment.

Every piece of information in Zhang SiQuan's mind was shared with Jie FangCheng.

This full transparency set Jie FangCheng's heart racing, "What’s next?"

Zhang SiQuan extended his hand, "Open up your mental space, then come over."

There wasn't much to hesitate about.

But truly, Jie FangCheng had never performed the operation to open his own mental space.

Zhang SiQuan was patient, instructing him in great detail.

Finally, Jie FangCheng sensed something.

Zhang SiQuan had already taken the initiative to grip his hand, "Stay here for a moment while I take care of something."

Jie FangCheng grasped his hand, and the self-protective membrane that would have otherwise blocked him effortlessly dissolved. For the first time, Jie FangCheng "logged into" someone else's mental space in this manner.

Strangely, although this was Zhang DaoAn's mental space, Jie FangCheng felt as if he had been granted full control over it at that moment.

The two mental spaces lightly touched, overlapping to some extent.

At the instant of bordering, Jie FangCheng's defensive mechanisms reflexively tried to erase the overlapping portions of their mental spaces. However, he quickly suppressed this instinct.

Zhang SiQuan stood at the intersection, eyes closed. Shortly after, Jie FangCheng felt a palpable sense of invasion.

The sensation was far from pleasant; Jie FangCheng's hairs stood on end, and he even experienced a near-death illusion at that moment.

This was unlike the times when they casually "visited" each other's mental spaces, each maintaining full control over their own domains while the other was merely a guest.

However, at this moment, Jie FangCheng could feel that if the other wished, he could kill him and take over within a second.

"Hey, isn't this a bit too forced…"

Jie FangCheng wanted to say something, but Zhang SiQuan, who stood at the intersection of their mental spaces, looked visibly drained. Clearly, this operation was consuming a lot of his energy.

Jie FangCheng held his tongue and tried his best to ignore the suffocating sense of intrusion, choosing instead to admire Zhang DaoAn's mental space.

Fascinatingly, everything in this mental space seemed to bend to his will when he was the owner, even the Dream-Returning Fish, which normally fled at the sight of him, now circled him affectionately.

Unable to resist, Jie FangCheng reached out and touched the pure white little fish.

Zhang SiQuan abruptly opened his eyes.

Only then did Jie FangCheng realize that he himself had felt uncomfortable when fully opening his mental space. Being inside Zhang DaoAn’s mental space and playing with the fish in it was probably causing similar discomfort to him.

"Sorry."

Zhang SiQuan shook his head: "Actually, it doesn’t feel too bad."

"Ah?" Jie FangCheng didn't quite understand.

Without further explanation, Zhang SiQuan gestured for him to look ahead.

It seemed that Zhang SiQuan's management of his mental space was starting to yield results.

He had not touched Jie FangCheng's memory fragments; instead, like an invisible breeze, he gently dispersed the ashen mist that hovered in Jie FangCheng's mental space.

Once the mist cleared, the true color of Jie FangCheng's mental sky finally revealed itself.

For the first time, Jie FangCheng saw the color of his own mental space—a pure, warm, and comforting shade of orange.

It was as if light poured in from the sky, brightening the entire space somewhat.

Clearly, performing these actions in someone else’s mental space was no easy feat; Zhang SiQuan looked even paler.

"The landscape of your thoughts must be molded by you; I can only go so far."

"But now, a warm light has already pierced through the cascading gray, promising that if Jie Fangcheng stops engaging with the gloom, everything will eventually return to its original state."

"It's getting late; we should wake up. However..."

"Zhang Si Quan takes a step back, puzzling Jie Fangcheng at first. Yet in the next second, the point of contact between their mental landscapes gradually separates, each becoming an independent space once again."

"This time, however, the vacant patch that originally belonged to Zhang Si Quan's mental landscape leaves with Jie Fangcheng."

"In a vast expanse of void without a foothold, a small piece of land now appears."

"You..."

"Such an act clearly inflicts great harm on Zhang Si Quan. Jie Fangcheng watches as his complexion turns several shades paler."

"Mental landscapes are similar to souls, but not entirely the same."

"Both affect the stability of one's thoughts. However, while a lost soul can't regrow, a mental landscape can gradually recover over time."

"But such recovery is extremely slow, and may even never happen in one's lifetime."

"This 'land' serves as a petri dish of sorts—reading, memory, thinking... all cognitive activities require this land as a nutrient."

"Jie Fangcheng feels extremely fatigued after thinking for an extended period, due to the lack of solid ground in his own mental landscape."

"Such land may not seem abundant to Zhang Si Quan, but separating it is far from easy; it's already at the limit of what he can do."

"Zhang Si Quan's face is pale, but he's smiling: 'Having a patch of land is certainly more comfortable than eternally drifting.'"

"Jie Fangcheng wants to say more, but the next second in reality, it seems that there's some noise coming from outside."

"Zhang Si Quan speaks: 'Let's go, it seems someone has come looking for us.'"

"Jie Fangcheng still has a lot to say, but the first sound to reach his ears is the familiar voice of Zhan Xiaoming."

"Ah ah ah ah!"

"Zhang Si Quan is the first to open his eyes, stands up, and flings the door open."

"The hallway is infested with beetles."

"Five minutes ago, Zhan Xiaoming was crouching in front of his own door, growing bored to the point of thinking Zhang Si Quan was deceiving him."

"But Zhou Yi'an is obviously the vindictive type with narrow-mindedness."

"Zhang Si Quan dares to sabotage his items solely because he knows that kid is no match for Jie Fangcheng, and also because he's a player."

"Being a player, he's bound to follow the boundary rules and can't pursue long distances."

"If Zhang Si Quan can't manage, he can always catch a flight and leave. He seems highly intelligent, so Zhan Xiaoming isn't worried about him."

"But what about Jie Fangcheng? It's getting late and he hasn't shown up. Even the laid-back Zhan Xiaoming senses that something must have gone wrong."

"If Zhou Yi'an really shows up, no offense to Zhan Xiaoming's judgment, but he thinks Zhang Si Quan would likely be the first to flee. That guy is just too clever."

"Zhang Si Quan, who was so underestimated by him, may never have found Jie Fangcheng particularly important. At most, he saw him as an uncommon gamer."

"Given the chance, it could indeed be worthwhile to get to know him."

"But that's it."

"After all, I am not the 'Zhang Dao'an' he knows. I might even be the one who 'killed' Zhang Dao'an—having occupied a body named 'Zhang Dao'an,' causing its original soul to vanish."

"But now, Zhang Si Quan is beginning to doubt himself."

"Am I really not the 'Zhang Dao'an' that Jie Fangcheng knows?"

"If I am not, then why do so many of these scenes feel hauntingly familiar, as if I've lived through them myself?"

"But if I am, without any memories as 'Zhang Dao'an,' can I still claim that identity?"

"In any case, whether one answer or the other, it doesn't much matter now. My choices remain the same."

"Meanwhile, as the two engage in recollections and sorting thoughts within their mental landscapes, Zhan Xiaoming outside does indeed encounter Zhou Yi'an."

"...Though 'Zhou Yi'an' hardly describes him anymore."

"The approaching figure is bloated, yet not from water retention."

"It is beetles parasitizing his body, struggling ceaselessly, yearning to break free from their fleshy prison and see daylight again."

"In the end, Zhou Yi'an killed his 'guardian'—at the cost of becoming this abomination."

"His body barely holds any flesh; it's sustained by the wriggling black beetles. These insects also protect his organs, allowing him to follow the scent of his artifact across half the city to find the person he's seeking."

"Once he reaches his destination, he finds only Zhan Xiaoming."

"Beetles swirl around Zhou Yi'an, and his voice grates like metal on metal."

"Upon closer hearing, it's because his vocal cords have been ruined; what now serves as his vocal mechanism is the chitinous armor of beetles scraping against each other in his throat."

"...Where's Zhang Si Quan?"

"Faced with this monstrosity that is Zhou Yi'an, Zhan Xiaoming clenches his teeth."

"They went shopping."

"'Shopping?'” Zhou Yi'an emits what might be a laugh, but it comes off grotesque and eerie because his skin crawls with insects. "I have turned into this, fulfilling his 'condition,' and they go shopping?"

"Zhan Xiaoming hadn't expected a single sentence to incense Zhou Yi'an. Hastily, he tries to patch things up: 'They're shopping for serious reasons. You know, the paperwork they promised to help you with? That's what they're taking care of...'"

"You're lying!" A cacophony of screeches, born from the friction between beetles, echoes down the corridor. Zhou Yi'an's form expands, his skin becoming translucent, making the bulging beetles within even more conspicuous.

"You dare deceive me? You're asking for death!"

This is bad!

Zhan Xiaoming instantly thinks of fleeing, but just as the thought crosses his mind, Zhou Yi'an draws his wand and points it at him.

"Meet your end!"

Streaks of crimson light emanate from the jewel at the tip of the wand, winding their way toward Zhan Xiaoming as if alive.

Gritting his teeth, Zhan Xiaoming pulls an item from his system backpack.

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A door of myriad colors materializes between them. The moment it appears, it swallows the red light radiating from Zhou Yi'an's wand.

However, the Common-level Anywhere Door evidently lacks robust consumption power. The jewel at the tip of Zhou Yi'an's wand emits an even brighter red light. In the blink of an eye, the Anywhere Door shatters like broken glass, vanishing into sparkling dust.

The door was overwhelmed by the energy it consumed and was destroyed.

Zhan Xiaoming's heart skips a beat.

Is Zhou Yi'an really this powerful?

Still, the Anywhere Door bought him a little time. Zhan Xiaoming's feet don't stop; he dashes into the stairwell at top speed.

But right behind him, a swarm of beetles pursues relentlessly.

"Ah!" A sharp pain jolts through Zhan Xiaoming's neck. A beetle has pierced his skin and is burrowing into his flesh.

Gritting his teeth, Zhan Xiaoming digs his fingers into the back of his neck, tearing out skin, flesh, and the offending beetle.

He takes a look at what he's removed, trying to ascertain what this creature is. A wave of nausea and fear follows.

In less than half a second, the extracted beetle has already laid eggs. Dozens of white eggs, tightly packed, fester in that tiny piece of flesh, turning his stomach with their revolting appearance.

He has removed this part, but he doesn't know if more remain at the back of his neck.

Suppressing his nausea, Zhan Xiaoming accelerates his sprint, reaching into his system backpack and swiftly pulling out a bag.

Called a 'Pet Raising Bag,' players prefer to call it a 'Preservation Bag.' Encounter an unknown creature, pop it in, and it will remain unchanged when taken out later—quite convenient.

Since the bag is inexpensive, it's very common in the market.

Zhan Xiaoming is worried that there might still be eggs at the back of his neck. In the worst-case scenario, someone could still examine them to figure out what kind of insects they are and perhaps find a cure.

However, he quickly feels that he might not need the Preservation Bag after all.

In his panic, Zhan Xiaoming dashes down, wishing he could descend an entire floor with each step.

But no matter how fast he runs, he can't outrun the insects that dive down through the open gaps in the staircase.

A wall of insects suddenly manifests before him, countless creatures the size of flying mosquitoes, their green eyes fixed intently upon him.

What the hell is this twisted sorcery? Isn't Zhou Yi'an supposed to be a wizard? Why is this starting to feel like something out of Cleopatra's Egypt?

Muttering under his breath, Zhan Xiaoming's hand reaches for his wrist to retrieve an item to deal with the insects. The next second, he feels a sharp pain in his wrist.

"Ahhhhhhh—"

Blood.

Bright red blood spurts from the stump where his arm used to be, his severed hand falling before him.

Somehow, Zhou Yi'an has already positioned himself behind Zhan Xiaoming.

The beetles within Zhou Yi'an can no longer be contained; each pore seems to be filled with beetles eager to burst forth.

Tilting his head, Zhou Yi'an holds a dark dagger dripping with blood. Before the blood even hits the ground, it's voraciously consumed by the swarm of menacing beetles surrounding him.

"Run?" Zhou Yi'an's voice is almost frenzied, tinged with an inhuman shrillness. "What else can you do, you worthless creature?"

Zhou Yi'an is exceptionally furious.

The insects in him are called "Devil Beetles." As long as the queen is alive, she will continuously lay eggs. Some of the resulting larvae attach themselves to vital organs, keeping the host alive even without a brain, ensuring the queen's 'habitat' remains stable. Others continue to lay eggs, consuming all nearby life forms.

Dark wizards often enjoy planting the larvae in ordinary people and liquefying their brains, resulting in a type of zombie suitable for various experiments.

Originally, only the most powerful dark wizards possessed the queen beetle. Naturally, it eventually ended up with Zhou Yi'an. This queen Devil Beetle is his deadliest weapon, but he never wanted to use it.

As one can see, hosting the queen beetle renders him neither man nor beast, forcing him to present this horrifying form to the world.

And because these beetles are parasites, they won't die as long as the host survives.

It's a path with no return.

But he had no choice.

Just yesterday, nobody knew what transpired in the genius kindergarten. After Teacher Liu harshly complained about him, his "guardian" was consulted on how to punish such a disobedient child.

Both his guardian and Teacher Liu looked at him.

"A disobedient child like this should have every hair on his body plucked out one by one, and then have his skin peeled off inch by inch. Once that's done, stuff books into his brain. Only then will he realize that he should be a well-behaved child."

— Not only do they say so, but they also intend to act accordingly.

Zhou Yian pulled out all the stops; he summoned five undead knights, risking magical backlash just to escape this hellish situation.

Yet, the classroom doors and windows remained closed.

The dungeon's gate couldn't be breached by brute force alone; Zhou Yian was eventually captured.

Two NPCs, thrilled at the prospect of tormenting him, loomed nearby. Further off, the remaining three undead knights waited, ready to divide his soul amongst themselves upon his death.

Zhou Yian believed he was not a bad person!

Yes, he might have been selfish… but was that a capital offense in this game?!

Why?!

Why wasn't it the weakest players who died? Why not Zhan Xiaoming, who is all heart but no muscle, or Liu Feiyao, a woman with a sharp mind but little combat prowess — why him?

What had he done wrong?!

Why did Jie Fangcheng help so many others but refused to assist him?!

So, just because he was a bit selfish, he deserved to die? To be ostracized?

At that time, he had simply reacted first. If Han Ruihang and Pei Xiaodong had his level of skill, they might very well have made the same choices!

Why, oh why?!

Zhou Yian roared as he consumed the last of his mana to ingest a parasitic worm.

The queen worm quickly laid eggs inside him, infesting his organs. The ceaseless, gut-wrenching pain felt like his entire being was being cleaved in two on a chopping board.

Yet, simultaneously, as the incubator for the queen worm, he also received a "reward."

What was once an insurmountable foe became an ant easily crushed; with a mere flex of his muscles, Zhou Yian squeezed the entrails out of his opponent's throat.

The ferocious Teacher Liu screamed and tried to run but had both legs snapped off by him.

Had it not been for the concern that killing Teacher Liu might alter the dungeon in some way, Zhou Yian would have acted immediately.

His newfound strength and bodily pain clouded his judgment, but in that moment, he understood.

"You won't help me?" he chuckled, his laughter tinged with tears, "You won't help me... Look what you've made me become... This is all your fault."

Murmuring those final words, Zhou Yian exited the kindergarten.

Due to the distance, it was difficult for him to pinpoint his location; he only had a vague sense of direction.

The beetles in his body greedily siphoned his blood, continuously laying eggs and proliferating; every step he took was torture.

A journey that would have taken over twenty minutes by car took Zhou Yian the entire night on foot.

Every so often, NPCs would cast astonished glances at him, only to quickly avert their eyes.

Under the protective atmosphere of this mini-world, NPCs would automatically "correct" any irrational behaviors or appearances exhibited by players.

Zhou Yian even began to think that perhaps staying in this dungeon wouldn't be so bad... Staying in this dungeon crafted by Zhang Siquan and annihilating everyone around him!

Annihilate them all!!!

But when he finally arrived at the hotel after a long journey, he didn’t find the two people he wished to see. Instead, there was only a useless individual crouching at the entrance, engaged in some inexplicable activity.

Yet, Zhan Xiaoming did have the scent of his items on him.

At this moment, Zhou Yian finally caught this elusive bug. He pulled the writhing, pain-stricken Zhan Xiaoming up to face him, his insectoid compound eyes staring intently.

"Zhan Xiaoming? How peculiar," he said. "Why would they assist a waste like you but not me? They help everyone... Why not me?!"

Seeing that the swarm of insects had already begun to surge, and with no way out, Zhan Xiaoming decided to throw caution to the wind.

He yelled, "Zhou Yian, have you no shame? Why the hell should anyone help you? What makes you so special? Are you handsome? Generous? Or persuasive like me?? Expecting people to admire you for nothing? You're incredibly narcissistic... Ahhhhh!!!"

Insects burrowed into Zhan Xiaoming's body one after another. From the outside, it appeared as if only a few tiny holes had been punctured, but only Zhan Xiaoming knew the truth: those insects were rampaging inside him, corroding his body with long, worm-like tunnels.

Agony!

Zhou Yian observed with pleasure Zhan Xiaoming’s ugly, agonized struggles. Once satisfied, he revealed a sinister smile.

"No matter. I'll kill you first," Zhou Yian lifted the dagger in his hand. "Then, I'll go kill your master—"

Is it over?

Zhan Xiaoming felt like a monkey whose muscles had been torn out, the pain so unbearable he was on the brink of passing out.

Fine, death would mean no more pain—

At the very moment the dagger was about to descend—

"Bang."

The door to the stairwell was kicked open.

Both Zhou Yian and Zhan Xiaoming turned their heads, and Jie Fangcheng looked startled.

"Who are you?"

Struggling even to breathe, Zhan Xiaoming still stubbornly introduced, "Zhou Yian... Brother Jie... run..."

Zhou Yian's power had become terrifying; in Zhan Xiaoming's limited experience, he estimated Zhou Yian had at least the strength of a C-class hunter.

Zhou Yian himself was well aware that despite his current state, his strength far exceeded anyone else present.

He even felt that, within this miniature world, killing would be as easy as lifting a finger.

Jie Fangcheng?

A mere nobody—

"Huh." Jie Fangcheng first closed the door behind him. He had no idea where all these insects had come from, but they looked menacing. Best to not let them harm Zhang Dao'an.

Professor Zhang was never skilled at combat to begin with, and given that he's currently just a high school student, it wouldn't be good for him to witness such a gruesome scene.

After closing the door, Zhou Yian was already commanding the surrounding insects to attack. Jie Fangcheng drew his own wand.

"Hmph!"

For some reason, he even let out a confident grunt.

Jie Fangcheng was perplexed.

Faced with the swarm of beetles, Jie Fangcheng stood his ground without flinching.

The beetles extended their proboscises, attempting to burrow into him just as they had done with Zhan Xiaoming. However, upon striking his skin, they emitted a chorus of tiny "ting ting ting" sounds, as if each were a chicken's egg smashing itself against a rock.

Jie Fangcheng, meanwhile, had already landed a kick on Zhou Yian.

"Thud."

Zhou Yian was sent crashing into the wall of the stairwell. Jie Fangcheng, having just recovered from an illness, hadn't controlled his strength well.

Zhou Yian broke through the wall, almost hurtling down the stairs.

"Whoa!" Jie Fangcheng quickly grabbed him to pull him back.

If Zhou Yian were to fall, it wouldn't be a big deal. But this was not some mere dungeon like in "Do Not Respond"—this was a legitimate mini-world.

What if Zhou Yian were to fall and hurt an innocent bystander?

Even within a dungeon, one must exercise social responsibility—no reckless smashing or striking.

"Quickly, let me see if I haven’t hurt anyone!"

After pulling Zhou Yian back, Jie Fangcheng immediately checked to see if any of the bricks from the broken wall had hit someone below. He leaned out and peered down, scrutinizing the area intently.

Zhou Yian, standing beside him, hesitated for a moment before making up his mind.

He suddenly reached out, intending to push Jie Fangcheng over the edge.

But the moment his hand was about to touch Jie Fangcheng, without even a thought, Jie Fangcheng's body reflexively kicked him away.

"Boom!"

Zhou Yian was launched like a missile, smashing through the stairwell wall and then through a room, finally coming to a tumbling halt.

"You... you..." Zhou Yian's expression turned to one of horror.

Is this person really that formidable??

Jie Fangcheng's expression grew even more exasperated.

"This is why I can't stand you players. Just look at the environmental damage you're causing!"