A Millions Years Of Death! (1872)

Dugu keenly caught the wandering eyes of the Boss behind the holes punched on the pumpkin mask.

Seeing his distracted state, Dugu decisively took action.

It's now!

Like a taut bowstring releasing, the muscles in his legs exploded rapidly propelling him forward.

Boom!

Dugu's footsteps were like lightning and his figure instantly disappeared.

It was so fast that afterimages were left in place. His legs turned into a flurry of shadows intertwining and producing a myriad of changes. With exquisite footwork the span of several feet was instantly crossed. 

The blood in his body was rapidly flowing as every cell worked in overdrive. Each muscle group cooperated, each performing their faithful duties like a precise machine.

Dugu's sharp eyes locked onto the closest target in front of him. Like a majestic hawk observing its prey from thousands of miles away, every movement was firmly imprinted in his mind.

Unity! Powerful vitality flowed from every corner of his body gradually converging and gathering in his hands.

World shattering power held in the palm of his hands! If gods block, then kill gods!

Dugu clasped his hands together, extended his index and middle finger, striking out and thrusting forth with the might of a tsunami.

Every ounce of strength gathered in his body was condensed on his finger tips. In a well controlled and precise movement, Dugu's fingers accurately penetrated his target.

Target…Chrysanthemum!

With the sound of tearing fabric, the anus of a gangster wearing a banana peel mask was instantly ruptured.

If time was slowed down, one could accurately see the gradually scrunching face of the gangster behind the banana peel mask as he realized what was happening. In a split second something hard was inserted into his forbidden backdoor sending bursts of hot searing pain up his spine.

Secret Art ● Dugu Sword Style! First Form. Meteor Chasing The Moon!!

The sheer force from the sudden thrust created an upward momentum that sent the gangster spiraling into the air like a torpedo.

In an instant, a scarlet red cherry blossom bloomed and scattered with a heartbreaking melody.

Thump.

A nearly lifeless body landed with a harsh thud. 

"....."

There was a sudden dead silence in the air. As if everything was frozen in time, only the whistling of the summer breeze was left. The other members of the overlord gang stared blankly at their fallen comrade.

The flying gangster had landed face planting onto the street with his butt slightly puckered. The banana peel mask that once covered his identity had long slipped off revealing a middle aged man with a scar running diagonally across his face. 

Everyone present could clearly see two lines of tears slowly slip from the corner of Scar's eyes. In the next moment everything went dark for him as he passed out from the pain and humiliation.

Some people even couldn't help but clench their buttocks tightly as if the one that was injured was them.

The remaining gangsters slowly turn to look at the culprit. Dugu fiercely glanced back, calmly taking out a handkerchief to wipe his fingers. 

Gulp

The atmosphere instantly became awkward. No one was willing to take a step forward and become the next sacrifice.

Even the 'innate realm' warrior, Luke Anchovy paused. The eyes behind the two holes punched on the pumpkin mask solemnly stared forward.

This…this…

This was amazing! 

That superb movement technique. That amazing footwork! Pivoting instantly into one's blind spot creating the illusion of disappearing….

And that extremely accurate thrust! It was like the boy was using his fingers as a sword!

Amazing! 

No doubt about it. This boy was definitely at least an innate realm martial artist. Considering his age, he was a monstrous genius.

The very thought of fighting such a genius sent shivers of pleasure up his spine and tingling his brain. He was itching for a fight.

But…

The boss, Luke Anchovy, glanced at his fallen subordinate.

Then he looked back at Dugu. The boy was not even breathing heavily as if such an action had been repeatedly practiced many times to the point of ease.

And the expensive white tunic shirt he was wearing had ripped due to the excessive movement exposing many hideous scars that crawled around his body like poisonous centipedes.

Luke Anchovy's eyes narrowed at the scars. It reminded him of something. 

This boy that was not even an adult yet was extremely ruthless in all his actions targeting weaknesses and leaving no room for his opponent to breathe. 

The unrestricted fighting style was very much like a seasoned warrior who had fought many life and death battles. Unlike those fancy martial artists that fought in competitions, this boy was more like those fighters that disregarded all etiquette using every means at their disposal. 

Could it be… Looking at those scars again, Luke Anchovy was almost certain. This boy had fought many ferocious beasts? The anus was a weakness of many beasts and the technique was probably picked up from there.

It was also these types of insidious fighters tempered through life and death that were the most troublesome to deal with. 

Luke Anchovy recalled a time when he was back at the imperial capital and met a martial artist from the Tang Sect. 

That man was very shrewd and didn't follow martial ethics at all! It was supposed to be fair competition but the bastard pulled out a gun! ٩(๑ `н´๑)۶

The Tang sect was among the 'hidden world sects' lurking in the shadows rarely ever appearing in public. But each member was especially cruel and cunning. They were all insidious and crafty utilizing every means at their disposal firmly acting on the principle of "work smarter not harder".

Mean ranging from poison, assassinations, hostage taking, pepper spraying, and even barbed darts specially designed to lodge into an opponent's anus to disrupt movement.

Various thoughts flashed through Luke Ancovy's mind. In reality only a few moments had gone by.

There was a glimmer in his eyes.

He, Luke Anchovy, was of course not afraid of a fight but his subordinates…

Taking a look at his fallen brother…Hey! A striking scarlet had long dyed the gray trousers of the pants red. The gradually spreading red color was very eyecatching. It seemed that if Scar, who had his buttocks obliterated, didn't seek medical attention soon, the poor man would have to visit the underworld early.

Considering the safety of his brothers it seemed that he would have to end this fight early. 

It would definitely be terrible if any of his brothers were caught in the crossfire. The gang did not have extra funds for medical expen….ahem!

He was a rare good boss concerned about his subordinates' safety. Yes, that's it. Money was never a consideration for him!

This was not something his brothers could handle.

This matter was not something his brothers could handle. Anyways, let him come! But when he got back he would definitely make the employer increase renumeration….

Luke Anchovy stepped out of the crowd of gangsters. The gangsters who were still at loss from the tragic incident quickly made way for their boss. Everyone's spine instantly straightened as if they found their backbone.

If there was a better opportunity, Luke would have liked to have a several hour fist to fist competition with the young genius. But glancing at his brother who was rapidly losing blood, he could only put aside his thoughts and perform a quick show for the employer.

Yes, Luke Anchovy never had any intentions to work for anyone. He only wanted to cheat some money.

That man should not mind right? He wasn't here anyways. And the few prying eyes watching the situation unfold were only laymen who wouldn't be able to tell.

Martial arts fights were often quick, deciding life in death in the blink of an eye. It was perfectly normal. Throwing a few casual punches should be able to do the job.

"Very good, I admire you.'' Luke anchovy nodded at Dugu and continued in regret. "I have no choice but to go all out and make this quick. Next time I hope to have a fair duel between men!" 

Watching the approaching pumpkin head, Dugu quickly finished wiping his hands and placed away the small vial of alcohol he used to disinfect.

There was no trace of disgust on his face. At most he would not pick up food with his hands for the next few days.

This was actually pretty normal and it was already a common habit for some martial artists to carry around disinfectant. After all real martial duels often consisted of a flying barrage of various body fluids, vomit, visceral fragments, and brain soup.

This was the true face of martial arts! Martial arts was not a way for the weak and squeamish! It was not something people sitting at home with nothing to do reading novels could ever hope to understand.

Most people only heard and saw the glory of the victor. But never the pain and anguish of the loser who had his dignity crushed. And along with that dignity perhaps…even his future!

This was the true barbaric appearance hidden underneath martial duels. Entrails flying, bones shattering, and intestines being slowly disembowled. The victor's cruel laughter and the loser's wail of pain. 

Suppose the loser even had a family, then it would be even more tragic. The once energetic father would come home on a wheelchair with his head tilted, drooling, and muttering unintelligible words. 

While the wife and children could only stare blankly ahead at what once used to be their energetic and happy husband and father who had promised them victory.

In the worst cases only a casket would be sent home. This was the fate many martial artists pursuing the limits of human strength would have to mentally prepare themselves for.

Being reborn and understanding the real face of reality, Dugu always felt insecure. This was part of the reason he didn't hesitate to resort to attacking the backdoor, a fatal weakness in many creatures.

If he didn't do it first, one day it may be him lying there on the ground with his butt perked, legs spread out, and blossoming red.

After Dugu put away his belongings, he stared solemnly ahead at the approaching final boss.

It was estimated that the next moment would be a huge test for him. 

This was a real 'innate' realm martial artist! A real powerhouse who had broken the limits of the human body and gave birth to a sense of "qi".

There was a huge gap between every realm. An official realm hitting an innate realm was like pitting the average man against a world strongman.

This world was not novel where the hero could easily leapfrog against higher levels. It was reality. 

He could only hope to at least last a bit longer with his talents that a normal 'official realm' wouldn't possess.

When Luke Anchovy was only a few steps away, his aura suddenly changed. The eyes behind the pumpkin mask narrowed and locked onto Dugu.

Every step was like an ancient behemoth whose height could not be seen. The massive pectoralis majors attached to Luke jiggled uncontrollably.