Chapter 254 - 252: Fuck Your Nine Clans

Chapter 254: Chapter 252: Fuck Your Nine Clans

THUD! THUD! THUD!

To the tune of the dull, echoing sounds, Superman F had the Third Turn Martial Artist’s head in his grip.

Like a common street thug, he was now using bricks, a leather whip, and a folding chair to beat him relentlessly.

Every strike landed on the Third Turn’s body with a sickening thud.

With his stats amplifying these ordinary weapons, the sheer force behind them was enough to break more than a dozen of the man’s bones. He was beating him to a pulp.

’Who the hell is this guy?’

The hidden factions watched the short-haired young man beating the Third Turn, finding his appearance completely defied common sense.

Theoretically, as a Martial Artist progresses, they should gradually shed their mortal coil, yet this guy’s skin was as coarse as a normal person’s.

And to be able to thrash a Third Turn Martial Artist, he had to be at least of the same rank.

’But for someone who reached the Third Turn, how could I not recognize him?’

’Where did this Third Turn even come from?’

But right now, Superman F wasn’t thinking about any of that. His only thought was to beat this dogshit bastard who dared to look down on superpower users to death.

"Don’t kill him just yet."

Fang Can couldn’t watch anymore and finally spoke up, "Don’t forget, he has a family."

Superman F paused, thought for a moment, and nodded. "You’re right. A plebeian like this who scoffs at law and order must come from a family whose very blood is tainted with original sin. Might as well just kill them all."

With that, Superman F yanked the Third Turn’s head up and roared into his ear:

"Listen up! Tell me your name, where you live, and the whereabouts of all nine generations of your clan! A noble superpower user is not only going to fuck you up, but we’re going to fuck up your entire family too!"

As he finished, he slapped the man twice across the face. "Now say, ’Thank you, Lord Superpower User, for fucking up my whole family!’"

’That’s so crude. Where on earth did this Third Turn come from?’

The hidden observers broke out in a cold sweat. ’How can a Third Turn act like such a punk? He has no class at all.’

Nearby, Ji Donglai and the other superpower users watched Superman F’s actions dispassionately, making no move to stop him. It was clear they all approved.

’A mere Third Turn plebeian isn’t worth a single hair on a superpower user’s head. Beating him is doing him a favor.’

"Sir, they are...?" Ye Yonglie couldn’t help but ask.

"My... family, I guess," Fang Can said with hesitation.

"Hajican, that’s where you’re wrong. What do you mean, ’family, I guess’? Of course we’re family."

The Gimmick King walked up, disgruntled, and put a hand on Fang Can’s shoulder. He then looked at Ye Yonglie and the others. "Oi, you guys are Fang Can’s... what was it... believers, right?"

"Er... yes, Sir." Ye Yonglie and the others nodded instinctively. ’If they’re the god’s family, doesn’t that make them our heavenly brothers?’

"Yoshi! Even though you’re mortals, you admire our superior culture. Keep up the good work. There’s a great future in believing in superpower users."

The Gimmick King gave a thumbs-up and nodded repeatedly, then kicked the Third Turn’s groin, which had already been beaten to a pulp. "Hurry up and tell us where your family is!"

"Answer me!"

"Look in my eyes!"

"Tell me why? Why baby why?"

As he spoke, The Gimmick King delivered two more kicks.

But by now, the Third Turn had been beaten to within an inch of his life, his forehead caved in. How could he possibly reply?

But what shocked the Third Turn the most was his discovery that he couldn’t use his legacy techniques at all, as if they were being suppressed by some power.

He couldn’t even sense a trace of his Heart Image. He could only rely on pure physical strength, which was utterly useless against Superman F’s assault.

Just as the superpower users were indifferently torturing the Third Turn, a cough came from the distance. "Young Hero Fang, where you can forgive, you should. Please give this old man some face and let this matter go."

"The fuck are you?" Superman F turned, glaring at the speaker. "Give you face? Are you a superpower user too?"

Forget ordinary people without superpowers—even if another superpower user provoked him, he’d still wipe out their entire clan.

"Ahem, I am Qu Xiuyong, the current Chancellor of Great Derivation." The old man coughed awkwardly twice and introduced himself.

But his expression changed in the next instant. He instinctively jerked his head to the side as a glob of liquid shot past his skull.

"PTUI!"

Superman F spat, and the projectile of saliva utterly demolished all buildings within a hundred meters in front of him.

He wiped his mouth on the Third Turn’s sleeve in disgust. "What fucking Chancellor? Aren’t you just a goddamn mortal? Fuck your mother!"

"Vulgar! Utterly vulgar!" Qu Xiuyong trembled slightly with rage.

Superman F snorted coldly. "A mere mortal like you should know his place. Be a good little dog."

"And it’s not just you. The entire Martial Dao world will grovel at the feet of superpower users."

As he spoke, Superman F snorted again, addressing the countless hidden factions spying on them. "How long are you hiding dogs going to keep watching? If you’re not going to make a move, then you can all just die."

"Enough. Must we stir up more conflict at a time like this?"

A cold voice drifted over from the distance, and a long-haired man was seen strolling toward them.

With his hands behind his back, the long-haired man said coldly, "My master, the Sect Leader of the Inversion Sect, has issued a decree: In three days, the Fourth Turn masters of all nations will gather at Guiyun Peak to discuss how to divide Fang Can. Apprehend this boy at once!"

The man’s words made it clear to everyone what the first Fourth Turn master from within Great Derivation to show their hand intended.

In Great Derivation, the four great sects held more authority than even the imperial throne.

Since the Sect Leader of the Inversion Sect had now declared that Fang Can would be carved up by the nations, it meant the four sects of Great Derivation had already reached an agreement with the other countries.

At that moment, a considerable number of the factions that had been lying in wait could no longer hold back. They all leaped out, declaring in unison, "We obey the Fourth Turn’s decree!"

"What dogshit? The Third Turns are dogs, and the Fourth Turns are dogs too. Who the hell are you trying to impress?"

Superman F sneered, but his words made the others’ faces drain of color. "How audacious! How dare you disrespect a Fourth Turn Lord!"

"Hey, woman, hurry up and buff me," Superman F said to the goddess-like figure in the distance. "Killing them like this is a pain in the ass."

The woman nodded lightly and raised her hand, casting an enhancement ability on Superman F. In an instant, his superpowers were magnified tenfold.

"Now *this* is how you beat a dog," Superman F said with a savage grin, clenching his fists as he felt the power swelling within his body.

His base power was already more than ten times the limit of a Third Turn.

Now, with this new amplification, killing anyone below the Fourth Turn would be as easy as slaughtering dogs.

But a moment later, his expression turned incredibly ugly.

As his face contorted, he felt his power draining away unstoppably. In the blink of an eye, half of it was gone.

The sensation was all too familiar. He practically forced the words through his clenched teeth:

"Fucking Gimmick King, you’re borrowing my power again!"

"Can’t be helped. How can I let you have all the fun of showing off?"

"Besides, your power is the only one I can borrow without any lag since we’re in the same world. Who else’s would I borrow?"

The Gimmick King smiled, his face completely transforming into a replica of Superman F’s. The two of them now looked like identical twins.