182: I'll just call you Tyrant

"Tenth place, Magician of Love—Miyata Yumi, five stars."

"Ninth place, Berserk Saint—Uesugi Hu, five stars."

"Eighth place, Ghost Blade—Sasaki Kenji, five stars."

"Seventh place, Soul Reaper—Ibuki Oni, five stars."

"Sixth place, Blazing Sun Knight—Koyama Gommon, five stars."

"Fifth place, Cunning Magician—Saito Renhua, six stars."

"Fourth place, Demon Luo—Kitahara Temple. Six stars."

"Third place, Sword Witch—Musashi Yangcai. Six stars."

"Second place, Pope—Midori Tsukasa, six stars."

"First place, Star Saint Sword User—Shingu Ryuya, seven stars."

Jiang Yuan looked at Shingu Yu: "The first-ranked Shingu Ryuya is...?"

Shingu Yu nodded: "He is my half-brother."

"He is also the most outstanding and peerless evildoer of the Shingu Family in this generation, known as a Genius rarely seen in a thousand years, who awakened an SSS-rank talent and is a legendary profession."

"As far as I know, he is already a Martial Artist (One-Rank).".

"No one will win against him."

Jiang Yuan said meaningfully: "No one can win, huh..."

"Anyway..." Shingu Yu got up, put the groceries she bought into the refrigerator, and said with her back to Jiang Yuan: "You'd better not get involved with the Crown Position Battle, otherwise it will be very troublesome."

"Oh, right."

As if remembering something, she turned her head and looked at Jiang Yuan, asking, "Do you have a place to stay now?"

Jiang Yuan shook his head, thought of something, and looked at Shingu Yu with a smile: "You're not thinking of letting me stay here, are you?"

"No, no!" Shingu Yu's face flushed.

"I just wanted to say, I have a friend who lives nearby. If you don't have a place to stay, I can help you ask if you can stay with him temporarily."

"Judging by your tone, it's a male friend, is he your boyfriend?"

"No, just a regular friend, a classmate from school, but I think he probably has some feelings for me..."

"I see. But no need."

Jiang Yuan looked at the silver long hair behind his head in the mirror, which made him look too much like a girl, so he condensed Psychokinesis into a blade and cut it short.

Then he reached out and smoothed the bangs on his forehead back.

Instantly, his temperament changed drastically from before, and Jiang Yuan nodded with satisfaction.

Shingu Yu turned her head in the kitchen: "I'm planning to make hot pot tonight, do you want to stay and eat at my place?"

"Maybe later, I plan to go out and walk around first."

Jiang Yuan said, pushed the door open, and walked out.

Looking at the empty room.

Shingu Yu felt inexplicably a little disappointed.

Noticing the change in her emotions.

Shingu Yu herself was startled.

"No way, did I... fall in love with him at first sight!"

"Impossible, right..."

In reality, this was the result of Jiang Yuan's extra charm reaching 65.

It made people involuntarily develop good feelings.

A super strong attraction to the opposite sex, like magic.

Shingu Yu had good resistance. If a middle-aged beautiful woman had been alone with him for so long, she would probably have fallen in love and been unable to extricate herself long ago.

…………

"Hey, look."

"So handsome."

"Is he a star from some agency?"

Jiang Yuan walked on the street, causing quite a stir.

Passersby had a 100% Return Rate.

Girls and women had hearts in their eyes, their gazes infatuated.

Some men cast envious, jealous, and hateful looks at Jiang Yuan.

Jiang Yuan was oblivious, lost in thought about how to break the Seal.

The only powers he could still use were his Physical Body and the Yang God.

The Immortal Body Tempering Method and the Starry Sky Undying Meditation Method could continue to be cultivated.

Wait?

What about breathing methods?

If he used the Kindling Breathing Method along with the Kindling Power sealed within his body, relying on the miracle-creating kindling, he might be able to resist that blind and foolish aura...

He could give it a try.

Just as thoughts emerged in Jiang Yuan's mind and his eyes flickered with light.

Suddenly!

A woman dressed gaudily and in heat saw him walking over, her eyes filled with lust, and deliberately slipped, falling towards his embrace.

"Oh dear."

Jiang Yuan didn't even look, and sidestepped to avoid her.

"Thud."

The woman fell to the ground.

A Martial Artist with tattooed arms turned his head and saw this scene, instantly enraged.

"You damn brat! How dare you bump into my sweetie?!"

He threw a punch at Jiang Yuan's face, with Qi and blood attached to his fist, he was a regular Martial Practitioner.

The fist stopped abruptly before it even got close.

The tattooed Martial Artist's body seemed to be a small insect solidified in amber, no matter how he struggled, he couldn't move a single inch.

The seductive woman got up from the ground and turned her head to look.

Jiang Yuan still maintained the posture of pinching his chin and thinking, and walked straight past the tattooed Martial Artist.

And then...

"Bang!"

The tattooed Martial Artist's body suddenly exploded, and blood splattered like rain all over the seductive woman.

!!

She trembled, looking at her hands, her pupils shrinking.

"Ah—!!!!"

A piercing scream echoed behind him.

Everyone looked in shock at that tall figure.

He gradually disappeared around the street corner.

…………

"Beep beep beep..."

Police cars passed by below.

Martial Artists wearing unified uniforms and carrying samurai swords acted in groups, checking and searching for the thief who stole from the equipment store under the Kitahara family.

On top of the building.

Jiang Yuan wore a black coat, his hands in his pockets, the hem of his coat fluttering in the wind, and his silver-white hair gently swayed.

The black coat was called [Robe of Dark Blood], a gold-grade equipment, the treasure of a certain store, which Jiang Yuan casually took as he passed by.

The group of people below were all looking for him at this moment.

"So this is what it feels like to be a thief... not bad."

"But without money or equipment, it's really inconvenient."

"I'll find a high-level Martial Artist to sponsor me."

"Let me see, where is this lucky fellow?"

Jiang Yuan closed his eyes and released his mental power, instantly covering half of the City.

Two minutes later.

He opened his eyes.

"Found him..."

...Artificial Island center.

In a high-end large flat owned by a big shot.

The fat-headed and big-eared Kitahara Bankoku sat on the bed, looking at the beautiful woman standing below with lewd eyes.

The beautiful woman wore a purple kimono, her hair tied up, her skin was pale and smooth as rain, her figure was slender and graceful, and her usually beautiful and noble face was now filled with struggle.

"What's wrong? Mrs. Ueno, why don't you come to my side yet? Don't you want to protect your daughter?"

"Don't you want this seven-star spiritual material to save your husband's life? If you can't do it, I'll have to go find your daughter."

The beautiful woman, Ueno Harue, raised her head and said anxiously: "Please don't! Not this! My daughter is only ten years old this year."

"Ten years old is good, ten years old is the best!" Kitahara Bankoku said excitedly, his eyes scanning her body, "If you really don't want to, I won't force you... After all, you were once of the Musashi family Bloodline, but just a branch within a branch, hahaha..."

Ueno Harue's eyes were filled with sorrow.

Kitahara Bankoku became impatient, "Come here!"

His voice carried a hint of coercion, and Ueno Harue's face instantly turned pale, a flash of despair at recognizing reality in her eyes.

The person in front of her was not only from the Kitahara, but also a seventh-rank Prefecture Lord Martial Artist. She... had no room to resist at all.

"I... understand."

Her hand gently touched the belt around her waist.

"Hehe..." Kitahara Bankoku stroked his beard, his greedy eyes fixed on her.

He had coveted this beauty for a long time, and finally got the chance...

After he had her, the next would be her daughter...

Just thinking about it made him excited.

And just as Ueno Harue untied her belt, her kimono slipped, and her fair, beautiful flesh was about to be revealed.

A figure appeared in front of Kitahara Bankoku without warning, reaching out and pressing his head down.

"You... seem to be quite rich."

"Buzz—"

As soon as his defensive equipment was triggered, it was crushed by the person's slap.

!!

Kitahara Bankoku hadn't reacted yet.

A terrifying mental force instantly surged into his spiritual Domain like a tide, crushing his Soul with devastating force.

The young man used a little force with his hand and directly crushed his large head, and the splashing blood was blocked by invisible Psychokinesis.

Ueno Harue stared blankly at the bloody and terrifying scene before her, completely stunned.

The handsome silver-haired young man looked at the large pile of items that exploded from Kitahara Bankoku and said worriedly: "It's really inconvenient that I can't use the System warehouse."

He looked at Ueno Harue, his eyes lighting up.

The young man walked up to Ueno Harue and gently lifted her chin with a light laugh.

Ueno Harue trembled all over, staring at him blankly.

The young man, like a demon, smiled and said: "You seemed very troubled just now. I killed him for you, which is a big help, right?"

"Now, can I ask you for a small favor?"

...Ten minutes later.

In this high-end large flat filled with a bloody aura.

Jiang Yuan sat on a high-end leather chair, looking satisfied and comfortable.

"I'm really smart. If I can't use the System warehouse, why not find someone to be my warehouse?"

"Anyway, as long as I plant a mental imprint, you wouldn't dare to run away with the stuff, right? Mrs. Ueno."

Ueno Harue knelt below, her body trembling slightly, not daring to look up.

Jiang Yuan chuckled, his gaze distant, looking at the Artificial Island outside the glass window.

"Perhaps dropping onto this Artificial Island is not bad. No one knows who I am, and I can do whatever I want."

"It's the Japan anyway, so there's no burden in messing around."

"It also allows me to relax, I was really exhausted before..."

The corner of Jiang Yuan's mouth curved up slightly.

"Oh, right, participating in the Crown Position Battle requires a title."

"Then I'll be called... Tyrant."