70: Chapter 70 Monsters Need No Explanation
"How did you do that?"
Thunderstorm's voice rang out once more.
This time, his voice lacked the previous scrutiny and pressure, leaving only a pure, inquisitive desire to understand the unknown.
Wang Pingan slowly withdrew the Qi and blood aura from his body.
That powerful pressure dissipated along with it.
He looked at Thunderstorm's face, which was filled with shock, and knew in his heart that the first step of his plan had succeeded.
This was the effect he wanted.
To use absolute, unreasonable strength to shock the other person's perception and break down their psychological defenses.
Only in this way would his subsequent "explanation" not seem so outrageous.
"Reporting, Chief Instructor."
A wry smile, perfectly mixed with a hint of lingering fear and exhaustion, appeared on Wang Pingan's face.
"I... I was targeted for assassination."
"People from the Li family."
He did not hide it.
Because he knew that with Thunderstorm's influence, finding this out was only a matter of time.
Rather than waiting for him to investigate, it was better to volunteer the information himself.
"They hired assassins from 'Shadow' and set an ambush at the West City Scrap Yard in Shen City."
"Three Peak Third Grade assassins, and at least two snipers."
Upon hearing the words "Shadow," Thunderstorm's pupils contracted once again.
He was, of course, familiar with this notorious assassin organization.
They were a group of desperate criminals walking in the darkness, willing to do anything for money.
"And then?" Thunderstorm's voice became somewhat low.
"Then, I killed them all." Wang Pingan's tone was as calm as if he were speaking of a trivial matter.
The corner of Thunderstorm's eye twitched imperceptibly.
Three Peak Third Grade, plus snipers.
This was a lineup that would give any martial artist who had just entered the Fourth Grade a headache.
And Wang Pingan had not only survived but had... counter-killed them?
"During the battle, I was severely injured and nearly died several times."
Wang Pingan began his "performance."
As he spoke, he coughed twice at just the right moment, even "forcing" a trace of blood to the corner of his mouth.
"Under that immense pressure, on the verge of life and death, the potential within my body seemed to be completely unleashed."
"I felt as if something inside my body had shattered."
"Then, a massive, uncontrollable power exploded within me."
"By the time I came to, I was already... well, exactly as you see me now."
This narrative was something he had carefully crafted for himself after much deliberation.
It was the same old formula, the same familiar flavor.
The core idea remained "pressure makes me stronger."
It was just that the "pressure" this time had upgraded directly from previous training and sparring to a life-or-death assassination attempt.
Although this reason was still outrageous, in the face of the established facts of his "god-level talent" and "Fourth Grade strength," it became the only "reasonable" explanation.
After all, in the world of martial arts, there was never a lack of those who achieved extreme breakthroughs between life and death.
Thunderstorm listened quietly to Wang Pingan's "confession," his expression shifting constantly.
He certainly didn't believe it entirely.
There were too many flaws in this story.
But looking at Wang Pingan's face, which carried "lingering fear" and "exhaustion," and at his genuine, undeniable Fourth Grade cultivation, he couldn't deny it.
He found that he couldn't find any reason to refute it.
That's right.
Besides this explanation, what else could there be?
Could he admit that in this world, there really existed a "cheat" that could ignore all rules and create strong individuals out of thin air?
Thunderstorm fell silent.
His tall figure cast a long shadow in the empty gravity chamber.
After a long while.
He finally spoke again.
"Did you handle the Li family people cleanly?"
His voice was calm, as if he were asking about the weather.
Wang Pingan nodded. "Yes."
"Good." Thunderstorm said only one word.
Then he turned abruptly, no longer looking at Wang Pingan.
His tall back appeared somewhat desolate, yet carried an indescribable complexity.
"Kid."
He said slowly.
"I don't care what secrets you are hiding."
"I don't care how you did it."
"I only want you to remember one thing."
"Humanity needs strong individuals."
"The era we live in, this universe, is far more dangerous than you can imagine."
"Those mutated creatures entrenched on planets are nothing but minor, insignificant troubles."
"In the depths of the vast star sea, there are countless powerful alien civilizations hostile to us humans."
"War has never ceased."
"At every moment, countless excellent soldiers are bleeding their last drop of blood on the front lines to protect our home."
Thunderstorm's voice became incredibly heavy, carrying a murderous aura of iron and blood.
"So I don't care if you are a monster."
"I even hope that among us humans, more monsters like you can appear!"
"Because only monsters can fight monsters!"
He turned back sharply, his sharp eyes burning with a raging flame, staring fixedly at Wang Pingan.
"Put away your unnecessary petty cleverness, put away your ridiculous disguises!"
"From today on, I allow you to become stronger in your own way!"
"I don't care what method you use, whether it's taking drugs, self-mutilation, or even making a deal with the devil!"
"I only want to see the result!"
"I want you to grow up as fast as possible!"
"Do you understand!"
Thunderstorm almost roared the last sentence.
A massive will, filled with determination and expectation, struck Wang Pingan's soul like a mountain torrent.
Wang Pingan was stunned.
He looked at the Chief Instructor before him, who seemed like a madman, and at his eyes, which had turned crimson with excitement.
For the first time, he felt a heavy conviction named "protection" from this man who appeared rough and brutal.
So this was the true purpose of his "killing with kindness."
He didn't want to roast him on a fire.
He just wanted to use this method to force him to tear off all his disguises and display his "talent" without any reservations.
An indescribable, complex emotion welled up in Wang Pingan's heart.
He took a deep breath and gave a solemn military salute to Thunderstorm.
"Yes, Chief Instructor!"
"I understand!"