Not Even A Name?

Brax is ruthless. He never holds back against someone he is going against. He was a nightmare to his enemies back in his previous world, so there is no way he is going to change his ways in this one.

Brax twists the spear and pulls it out, leaving no chance for the middle age man's penis to recover ever again.

"~Uuugggggggggg~" the middle-aged man lets out a sound he has never uttered in his entire life. His eyes stare at the mess of dangling flesh between his legs, he doesn't know what to think. His white pants are now red from his blood.

As he stares at it longer, he realizes that he is never getting his dick and balls back unless he goes to the mythical doctor.

Yes, he is a cultivator, and most of his wounds easily heal within minutes, but that doesn't mean he can grow back entire limbs that have been cut off. If one of his limbs gets cut, he will have to reattach it back to his body. But in this scenario, there is no fixing his dick and balls, as they are completely mangled.

With the realization of the severity of his situation, the middle-aged man finally loses it. He is now seeing red.

"I. AM. GOING. TO. MAKE. YOU. EXPERIENCE. HELL!!!!!" the man voices every word with extreme guttural rage. Brax can see his eyes go blood red from the veins popping.

'Looks like I went a little too far, but this works too,' Brax thinks and immediately goes on defense. He is not going to take on a rage-fueled man who is stronger than him head-on.

The man becomes a barbarian in his ways and attacks Brax with everything he has. He puts all his speed and power in his every swing and trust.

In retaliation, Brax can only dodge as trying to block any of these attacks will lead to either his arm getting chopped off or his spear getting destroyed.

Since the man has lost his shit, his movements have become very predictable to the all observing eyes of Brax, but he is still having a hard time keeping up because of the man's speed and power.

Brax is starting to get overwhelmed and his body is getting riddled with cuts. So to slow down his attacker, Brax uses the Mirage Spear Thurst again, but the man completely ignores the flaming spearhead that punctures his left shoulder and follows up with his saber thrust, going right through Brax's stomach.

'This bastard,' Brax curses inwards and immediately pulls away from the middle-aged man. Luckily, Brax's healing is too good to be bothered by a simple stab.

The middle-aged man continues his persistent attacks, overwhelming Brax even further. Brax too goes on the attack occasionally, plunging his burning spearhead into the man's body.

But to Brax's surprise, the man didn't even bother blocking the spear thrusts. He let himself get pierced to inflict damage on Brax.

With his calculated movements, Brax managed to move his body and avoid all fetal blows, but in the process, he too is getting riddled with holes.

It soon became a fight of speed and precision. 

If it was any other cultivator in Brax's place, they would be dead, but not Brax and all the credit goes to his healing. As soon as Brax is wounded, his wounds immediately heal.

"WHY WON'T YOU FUCKING DIE!!!" the man shouts with rage. His every move is filled with killing intent, but his rage makes his faster and stronger movements very predictable in Brax's eyes, who can calculate complex problems in a fraction of a second.

With his rage boiling like a furnace, the man also doesn't notice Brax's weird hand movements that especially attack his already injured areas.

Brax continues to get overwhelmed and the middle-aged man finally gets his chance. He thrusts his saber right towards Brax's heart and there is no dodging this saber thrust. Brax has no option but to use his spear and block it.

He might lose his spear, but it's better than losing his life. So, with both his hands firmly grasping the spear, he blocks the saber thrust with it.

The power behind the strike is under Brax's estimation, but it is still beyond something his spear can handle so on contact. His spear gives in.

It gets cut in half but does enough to slow down the saber thrust to allow Brax to make some distance and save himself.

But this still doesn't put him in an advantageous position as he finds his back pressed against a massive tree.

"Finally! You are not going anywhere now." the middle-aged man stops his rage-fueled movements and calms down a little. He is experienced enough to realize he must calm down his actions.

In his rage-fueled rampage, he allowed himself to get needlessly injured by a weaker opponent. He cannot be this reckless in a life-and-death battle.

He is still angry because what Brax did to him is unforgivable, but that doesn't mean he can lose himself in a rage like that.

"I am going to make you scream from so much pain that you will beg me for death," the middle-aged man says with a vicious grin on his face now that Brax has his back against a tree.

"Fine, you got me. Buy can you at least tell me what's your end goal? I know that you wanted someone from my sect to come here. Someone weak who won't attract much attention, someone who you can impersonate just like you did with Farco, so you can infiltrate the sect. So you must be a spy. But which sect or clan are you from, and what do they want?" Brax asks.

Seeing how the middle-aged man in front of him was able to disguise himself as someone else, his desperate attempt to lure Brax into the forest to not have any witnesses, the elaborated plan to bring someone from the eleven mountain sect here. All points to one conclusion.

This man is a spy trying to infiltrate by taking the face of someone from the sect. Cultivation sects usually have a strict screening process, so someone like this man can't just get in willy-nilly.

Some spies join a sect as outer disciples, but they are extremely weak to accomplish anything. The only way to get in and not be suspected is by what this man had planned to do.

Steal the identity of someone weak from the sect, use their strength to climb up the rankings very fast by pretending to be a genius, and leak all the secrets that he has learned.

"You are smart to already figure out this much but do you think I am an idiot? You are probably trying to buy some time for yourself. You are not going to have the pleasure of knowing why you got into this mess. You are going to die, but before that, I am going to make sure you suffer a lot," the middle-aged man says.

"Come on, not even a name?" Brax asks with a smirk. This annoys the man but seeing that Brax isn't showing any sign of panic or fear, questions start to fire up inside his head. What is this brat planning? Is this a trap? Are there others that are waiting?

These doubtful thoughts can be detrimental during a fight, so he quickly quenches them while also remaining hyper-vigilant.

"Enough of this crap. Hand me over all your precious belongings and I might consider giving you a swift death," the man orders.

"Here, take it then," Brax says and tosses something at the man.

The man squints his eyes and catches the crude-shaped metal ball. "What's this?" he asks, only to see a sly grin on Brax's face. "Sucker," Brax says and immediately balls up on the ground.

The man's eyes constrict as he senses imminent danger, but it is too late. The crude metal ball instantly explodes sending the middle-aged man flying in the other direction.

Brax curled up on the ground feels the metal shards digging into his flesh but they are not lethal. As for the fire itself, it doesn't affect him because they are from his own Qi. Only his robe gets burnt to a crisp.

The middle-aged man, on the other hand, is not faring so well. His left arm is completely gone. The left side of his shoulder is destroyed as blood is gushing out of it like a fountain.

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!" He shouts his lungs out in anger as he gets back to his feet. His rage is now at a level never felt before.

Just as he is about to bring his unprecedented rage down on the brat, he sees Brax get back to his feet and signals him to look down at his own body.

The man, in confusion, looks down at his own body and sees multiple metal balls similar to the one before sticking deep in the holes made by Barx's spear.

His face turns ghastly as he looks up at Brax once again.

Brax smiles at him as he waves his hand goodbye and snaps his fingers.

"MOTHER FU-" Before the man can even complete his words, *BOOOMMMMMMMMMM* He is ripped into shreds by the explosion and then his shredded bits are burnt to a crisp by the fire.