48: The one I’m fighting is a fourth-grade warrior!

Taiyangshan Reservoir.

Boss Zhang no longer remembered how he drove over with his workers.

After all, a quasi-Martial Artist was sitting in the car, and this oppressive Aura made the air inside the car feel substantial, making it difficult to breathe.

Although Boss Zhang had dealt with Shen Bei a few times.

And Shen Bei had not shown the arrogant and condescending attitude typical of a Martial Artist.

He was completely like a common laborer.

But the atmosphere was inexplicably off.

Boss Zhang could see fear and caution in the eyes of the other workers, as if they were afraid of offending Shen Bei and having their heads smashed.

At this moment, Boss Zhang took out tools for salvaging surface debris from the trunk.

There were grappling hooks, nets, and tongs.

Above the reservoir, there was also a wooden boat provided by the employer.

The other workers collected their tools and began salvage operations in the areas assigned by Boss Zhang.

“What about me?” Shen Bei pointed at his nose: “Where do I work?”

“This…” Boss Zhang scratched his head and said: “I declare that you are now the foreman, captain, or boss of these workers, whatever title you like, just supervise their work.”

Shen Bei: …

Shen Bei almost coughed up blood from anger.

Is this what I want?

I want to actively work and activate the settlement panel!

You are hindering my rise!

A stumbling block on the path to success!

Shen Bei said seriously and earnestly: “If I don’t get any work done today, I’ll throw you into the water to feed the fish!”

Boss Zhang’s teeth ached.

He was completely baffled, what was wrong with this Shen Bei?

Addicted to working?

With this free time, wouldn’t it be better to study Martial Artist techniques? Isn’t that more appealing?

Boss Zhang smacked his lips: “Then… then you go… work in that bend of the water over there.”

Shen Bei chuckled and patted Boss Zhang’s shoulder: “That’s more like it.”

With that, Shen Bei, carrying a grappling hook, walked along the small path on the reservoir mountain for about half an hour before reaching the designated work area.

This small bend in the water was very secluded, a branch of Taiyangshan Reservoir, and because it was so remote, even fishermen were unwilling to come here.

Shen Bei glanced around.

There was a lot of debris on the water’s surface.

Various colorful plastic bags, rotten tree roots, mineral water bottles, etc.

As a laborer, Shen Bei had considerable professional ethics and integrity.

He started working immediately.

For debris closer to the shore, he used tongs.

For debris further away, he swung the grappling hook, threw it into the water, and hooked the tree roots and other debris ashore.

After working leisurely for about half an hour.

From the dense forest behind Shen Bei, a sudden sound of hurried running came, and a faint low growl of “Don’t run” could be heard.

Shen Bei looked back, puzzled.

Taiyangshan Reservoir had many daily visitors, but it wasn't considered a scenic spot.

Only fishermen, unable to resist their wives' demands, would use fishing as an excuse to pass the time here.

But fishermen wouldn't come to this water bend to fish.

It was not only far but also shady, and fish did not like such waters, so there were naturally no fish to catch.

With doubts, Shen Bei dropped his tools, found a large tree, nimbly climbed up it, and looked towards the source of the sound.

Through the layers of dense forest leaves, he saw two figures chasing each other, one in front of the other, moving through the trees.

The man in front, wearing dark gold clothes, was a tall and burly middle-aged man, running and leaping continuously, three times faster than the fastest leopard.

Rip! Rip!

As he ran, his Physical Body actually tore a long wave of Qi through the air, and this surging Qi crackled and roared like a turbulent river.

The fastest warhorse was not even half as fast as he was.

And the man chasing him was even faster.

As he ran, he stomped his legs on the ground, springing up.

A large amount of shattered stones on the ground were instantly shaken up and scattered in all directions, like hidden weapons, whistling through the air! This showed the immense power contained within him!

Boom~~

When this man landed again, he had already appeared in front of the dark gold-clad man's escape route.

Upon landing, countless fine, spiderweb-like cracks immediately appeared on the ground with his feet as the center, and most of his soles sank into the hard rock.

Shen Bei watched from afar, his pupils slightly contracting.

Martial Artists!

Were these two chasing and killing each other?

“Fang Ming, you can’t escape. Hand over the Seven Stars Fist and the Sea of Hopelessness map! Join my Tianqi Divine Sect, and not only will your death sentence be commuted, but you can also enjoy wealth and glory. With your status as a Third-Rank Martial Artist, you will definitely be treated as a distinguished guest in my Ningbei Province Church!”

The man stood with his hands behind his back, and as he spoke, the Aura he commanded naturally emerged. He wore the black robe of the Tianqi Divine Sect, and although his temples were gray, his face bore a look of world-weary vicissitudes of life, and his eyes were particularly bright, reflecting light like gems.

“Luo Chengyuan!”

The dark gold-clad man, Fang Ming, spoke with an uncontrollable surge of murderous intent, his cold words almost hissing through his teeth:

“You think you can intercept this? Do you really think all of us in the Headhunter Tribe are waste?”

Shen Bei, in the distance, was shocked again.

It seemed neither of these two were good people.

One was the notorious Headhunter Tribe, and the other was the Apocalypse Cult, attempting to overthrow the world.

Good heavens!

For the sake of some Seven Stars Fist and a map, they were fighting like dogs.

Shen Bei wasn't interested in the map, but Seven Stars Fist sounded quite impressive.

“I wonder if watching the tigers fight from the mountain, like a mantis stalking a cicada, with an oriole behind, I can pick up some spoils.”

Shen Bei concealed himself, lying on the tree trunk, and entered spectator mode.

At this moment, Luo Chengyuan’s eyes gleamed with ferocity, and he let out a malicious laugh: “At the end of your tether, if you’re not a waste, who is? Just hand it over obediently. A child carrying jade knows what fate awaits him.”

In the depths of Fang Ming’s dark pupils, an extremely abnormal crimson glow appeared, growing brighter and brighter: “Luo Chengyuan, you are only a Four-Rank Martial Artist. Even if your attributes are much higher than mine, how much can you exert? If I fight back with my life on the line, erupting with all my strength, I might not be inferior to you!”

Shen Bei, in the distance, looked thoughtful.

In the path of a Martial Artist, there was a saying, “Don’t judge heroes by data.”

Simply put, a Martial Artist might have 100 points of strength, but in actual combat, they might not necessarily exert all 100 points.

Due to their own state, environment, combat skills, psychological quality, and other reasons, they might not be able to exert 100% of their strength.

It was possible they could only unleash 50, 70, or even 30 points.

This was also why, during the Martial Arts, teachers repeatedly emphasized the importance of relaxing and not being nervous, as it could affect normal performance.

In Shen Bei’s opinion, if Fang Ming were to use a “fight to the death” strategy, his strength would undoubtedly burst forth completely.

Otherwise, there was only one path: death!

As for Luo Chengyuan, it was hard to say.

Currently, who would walk out alive was an unknown.

At this moment, Luo Chengyuan’s lips curled into a sneer: “I like you testing my limits with your life.”

Fang Ming’s eyes suddenly narrowed, and a sharp light burst from the slits of his eyelids! Boom! His body lunged forward, his clothes fluttering wildly. His body was like a swimming fish, like a Dragon, covering dozens of steps in a single rush, appearing directly in front of Luo Chengyuan.

Fang Ming unleashed a surging white wave of Qi, accompanied by a figure that exploded like thunder, emitting a piercing shriek! He thrust a punch forward, and the airflow around him seemed to create a fierce gale, violently shaking and exploding. The omnipresent air was fiercely compressed and pushed aside by pure force, creating a violent sonic boom! It was as if the sky was falling and the earth was collapsing, as if the heavens were tilting.

“Four-Rank? I’m going to beat a Four-Rank! Die!”