4 Don't say I didn't give an option
The environment is uncomfortably quiet, as if a storm is about to happen, until a voice full of madness interrupts the silence.
- "Torture or dismemberment?" Asks Yang Feng with a totally distorted face.
Seeing that Yang Feng is serious Cong Jong feels extremely uncomfortable, looking at Yang Feng's appearance he unconsciously begins to tremble, as if he were in front of a human-shaped beast.
- "Y-you're crazy!" Says Cong Jong as he steps back, realizing the strange situation, displaying apparent fear "This situation is very wrong!" thinks Cong Jong.
"I HAVE TO LEAVE ASAP!" thinks Cong Jong, turning and running as fast as he can.
But before he could take 10 steps, Cong Jong feels a sharp pain in his stomach, looking down he starts to panic, a handful of claws was crossing his stomach.
- "Brat don't say I didn't give an option"
Yang Feng pulls his hand along with Cong Jong "Unfortunately I won't be able to hear your screams" thinks Yang Feng when a black flame covers his hands.
Watching this surreal scene happening in front of you Cong Jong is horrified.
Yang Feng's hand quickly approaches Cong Jong's mouth, before the latter could react an unbearable burning started in his mouth, tears and snot begin to flow non-stop, unfortunately no one could save or hear him.
Looking at Cong Jong's melted mouth and suffering, Yang Feng displays a dazzling smile, his teeth like fangs and his eyes with a mad flash making him look like a bloodthirsty demon.
- "This is going to be fun kekekeke" says Yang Feng when he holds Cong Jong's two arms and starts pulling them out of the latter's body.
A chilling sound starts to be emitted when blood starts to flow everywhere, seeing his arms being brutally ripped from his body, Cong Jong tries to scream, despair evident in his disfigured face, unfortunately no sound was emitted.
-"Is afraid? Desperate?" Yang Feng says with a mocking smile on his face.
The memories of the body's brat, increasingly influencing Yang Feng's actions.
Watching Cong Jong, a disfigured face, his mouth completely melted, his arms pulled out as cruelly as possible, a feeling of pleasure arises in Yang Feng.
His expression became more and more crazy and his actions more violent.
Yang Feng begins to circulate Asura Techniques, approaching Cong Jong and reaching out to grab his neck.
Lifting Cong Jong over his head, Yang Feng looks him in the eye, observing the suffering of this bastard a satisfied smile appears on his face and he lets out a laugh.
- "That's the expression I want to see!" The memories of his past life begin to surface "No matter the world, whoever challenges me will die" thinks Yang Feng.
Cong Jong's gaze was lifeless, tears streaming from his eyes over and over, he realized that resistance was useless, regret taking over his mind "If I had never messed with him, maybe ..."
Seeing that his opponent had lost his will to live, Yang Feng lets out a long breath.
- "Dull" Suddenly declared Yang Feng, Asura Techniques circulating rapidly, until his aura began to spread, the once calm black smoke now taking the form of faces weeping blood, blood-chilling screams being emitted constantly.
When Yang Feng's aura spread, Cong Jong's vital energy began to be absorbed with the naked eye, an inhuman torture being applied, along with the absorption of vital energy, Cong Jong's youthful appearance rapidly aging.
- "..." Suffering such inhuman torture, Cong Jong wanted to die, anything was better than that, he wanted to scream but his mouth was totally melted, he wanted to crawl but his arms were dismembered.
"Am I going to die like this?" Cong Jong thinks Before his vision darkened and his breathing stopped.
"He died" declared Yang Feng coldly, his emotions finally calming down, looking at the mummified body and the blood spread on the floor a satisfied expression emerged from his face "I will have to clean up this mess before someone comes".
Yang Feng's hands completely covered with black flames, moments later both the body and the blood were completely evaporated, no trace of what happened was left behind.
Pretending nothing has happened Yang Feng goes to another location and starts trying to control his emotional state.
"I'm going to use a technique from my past life to seal my emotions!" Seeing that this was the best and fastest method possible at the moment, Yang Feng begins to put it into practice.
Circulating all negative energy from the environment in your meridians according to the technique, a change begins to occur in your brain, as the energy circulates in your meridians, it begins to focus on the region of your brain, decreasing your connections between the ventromedial prefrontal cortex and amygdala, Yang Feng finally manages to achieve greater emotional control.
"Done" Yang Feng says in an extremely calm and relaxed voice, the once impulsive emotions completely suppressed, his appearance totally different from that of a teenager.
Turning and walking slowly Yang Feng is satisfied "My strength has increased thanks to that brat's vital force" walking calmly and imposingly Yang Feng heads towards the cafeteria.
"Unfortunately it took me longer than expected, I hope there is still time to make a meal, it is enough that this body is not as strong as I wanted, if I am malnourished I am fucked up" thinks Yang Feng and a shiver runs down his spine just thinking about this possibility.
Walking for a few more minutes, Yang Feng finally arrives at the cafeteria "So much walking just to eat, if it were earlier, it was just me calling a beautiful servant to come and serve me… What a decay" Yang Feng thinks when he lets out a deep sigh of disappointment.
Entering the Yang Feng cafeteria, he is confused. "Why are these lesser beings one after the other?" Completely ignoring common sense Yang Feng cuts the line and starts to grab his meal.
-"Hey! I was here first! Go to the end of the line! " Says an angry boy.
Yang Feng thinks this is hilarious "This lord never fulfilled any rules that did not favor him" looking at the boy Yang Feng releases a trace of intention to kill towards the latter.
- "You can't order me" The tone of his voice was cold and contained a trace of contempt.
Sensing the contempt in Yang Feng's voice, the boy is indignant, but before he could say anything he felt an instinctive fear that quickly made him lower his head and keep silent.
Seeing the reaction of the brat Yang Feng simply ignores him, taking his meal and leaving quietly, as if everything that happened was normal for him.
Looking around, Yang Feng finds a quiet place to eat, the last thing he wanted, was to be disturbed by those damned spoiled brats.
