Chapter 79: The Little Tyrant (Part 1)

"Now you finally understand, but it's too late. Next life, be born as someone clever. Remember this: you didn't die by my hand, you died from your own stupidity." Le Kai burst out laughing, his words so infuriating one could cough up blood. Even though the bodyguard knew it was a tactic, he couldn't help but howl in grief and rage.

Controlling the rhythm of battle is the key to victory.

The essence of Le Kai's "Game Tactics" is to use every available resource, creating the most favorable environment locally, grasping the whole situation, controlling the tempo, and achieving the most perfect triumph!

Now, all conditions are ripe, like a hunter whose preparations are complete and whose prey is trapped deep in his snare—what remains is the final step: slaying the quarry, reaping victory! For his chosen enemies, Le Kai showed not a shred of mercy.

In that moment, he suddenly lunged, his previously calm gaze erupting with murderous intent, and his shout exploded like spring thunder: "Shameless nobody, meet your death!"

The students and bodyguards who had gathered to watch nearly spat out blood at his words—this fellow was simply too arrogant, too provoking.

The bodyguard gritted his teeth. "You forced me, brat! We'll die together!"

Before Le Kai's attack could even reach him, the bodyguard spat a mouthful of hot blood, his face turning ghostly pale, then flushing crimson like heated iron. His body crackled and popped as if beans were being roasted, and with every explosive sound, he shuddered, seeming to swell a whole size larger.

His clothes shredded under the violent surge of muscle, leaving only his undergarments intact. This strange, hole-riddled outfit was eye-catching, and his already imposing frame now seemed transformed, a true giant. But Le Kai, who had seen berserkers before, was not surprised. Instead, a trace of delight flashed through his heart, and a victorious smile crept onto his lips.

Constantly provoking and exhausting the opponent's energy—this was a tactic Le Kai had long planned. Facing an adversary a level above himself would always incur a price, even in victory. More importantly, Le Kai was well aware he wasn't popular among these aristocratic students; just showing his face would attract trouble. Revealing his strength from the start did not fit his strategy. Playing the fool to catch the tiger was the true way. If he revealed his trump card too soon, scaring off petty troublemakers was no big deal, but luring the real masters would be a problem.

He was intimately familiar with the bodyguard’s condition—a variant berserker technique, a forbidden method reserved for desperate moments, rarely used unless absolutely necessary. Once unleashed, even survival would leave him crippled for life.

The bodyguard had truly been driven mad by Le Kai's provocations, resorting to his last-ditch technique.

His aura soared, shattering the beginner's realm and rising directly to the peak of the "Expert" level. His strength leapt from nearly four thousand ank to seven thousand, doubling his overall power. More terrifying still, his depleted energy suddenly surged, a wild aura sweeping over the crowd like a beast awakening.

"This is fighting with your very life. Pitiful creature—after this burst, will you even survive? Even if you do, will your master still want you?" Le Kai's tone was cold, unyielding, yet tinged with faint sorrow. Perhaps it was a kinship of suffering; his own berserker art also consumed life force with every use, and the damage was immeasurable.

"Even if I die, I'll drag you down with me, you filthy peasant—you’re dead!" The bodyguard's vicious grin was terrifying. Towering over two meters, he looked monstrous. The surrounding students and their bodyguards retreated in fright; though aristocrats were protected by law, accidental death was still considered misfortune.

Wu Ni Tian grabbed Lambo and hurried back as well, while the hapless noble sat dazed on the ground, his battered face and muddled brain making him look utterly idiotic.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The bodyguard took three steps, earth-shaking, thunderous. Granite tiles cracked and splintered, webbing out in fissures, the shockwaves lifting scraps of torn fabric. It was as terrifying as it was comical.

Le Kai maintained a cheerful facade, but inwardly remained calm. Not even the bodyguard’s explosive power—approaching a second-level martial artist's peak—could unsettle him. The man had forcibly boosted himself to "Expert" rank with secret arts, but couldn't control it; the wild energy pouring from his body was proof enough.

"Kill!"

The bodyguard roared, his voice like thunder echoing over the school, sending chills down spines. His massive frame soared with impossible speed, slicing downward like an eagle from the heavens. In that instant, the air seemed to freeze, as if bound by a mysterious force—even breathing felt like a luxury.

Le Kai's expression did not change, but his calm eyes rippled, whirled, and a misty glaze appeared, making them ethereal. The two swirling clouds within his eyes seemed like endless voids, stretching without end.

All hearts leapt to their throats; no one believed Le Kai could survive such a terrifying attack. Wu Ni Tian was especially terrified—he could sense the bodyguard’s power, which seemed to imprison even the void itself. How could flesh and bone withstand it?

Boom!

The massive body crashed down like a meteor, shattering tiles and gouging a deep pit.

Silence!

A deathly stillness; even breathing sounded like bellows.

The transition from ferocity to silence came with no warning. The bodyguard’s enormous form bent over, standing statue-like in the pit, so natural it seemed he had been there for a thousand years.

The audience remained captivated by the bodyguard’s savage strike, unable to recover. Only Lambo stared, mouth agape, disbelief clouding his eyes with a flush of red. He broke free from Wu Ni Tian’s grasp and rushed toward the bodyguard.

"Lambo, don’t do anything foolish!" Wu Ni Tian cried out in alarm. Even before the mutation, the bodyguard had been fearsome; now, with his mind clearly deranged and his violence unchecked, he was deadly. If Lambo approached, wouldn’t it be suicide?

If Lambo died, could Lanceca ever forgive him? Would he spare the hundred million citizens of Huazhong City?