Hundred Beasts General

Reaping the Spoils.

The hospital, though abandoned, was a hidden vault of riches. In the apocalypse, food and medicine were treasures beyond compare. While medicine held little value to Professionals, it was a powerful tool for securing loyalty among his subordinates.

The rooftop had been guarded by the Thunder Scorpion, turning it into a death trap. Any fool who ventured close had been slaughtered and consumed, leaving the supplies untouched. After a thorough search, Chen Feng unearthed three full crates of antibiotics and another of medical bandages. Naturally, these were carefully stashed inside the Dretch's belly.

A living storage container.

As Chen Feng passed the supplies to the Dretch, its mouth curled into a grotesque grin. It giggled, "TiCkLIsh…"

If it had been a child's voice, it might have been less unnerving, but the Dretch had absorbed countless spirits, and its smile was twisted, its voice—a deep, rumbling baritone—emerged from somewhere dark and forgotten, clashing disturbingly with the innocent face it wore. The unsettling combination sent a shiver crawling down Chen Feng's spine.

A full day had passed since then.

After sending the Harbinger and the Dretch back to the Abyss, Chen Feng and Fura made their way back to the factory, walking at a calm pace. No significant threats appeared on their path. As the factory loomed closer, Fura suddenly halted, her lips curling to reveal her fangs. Her sharp eyes scanned the road ahead, her body tense.

Her instincts had detected something.

The beastmen's senses were far superior to those of humans. Their olfactory prowess could even detect the strength of their enemies, a skill that allowed them to evade danger long before it arrived.

"Something's wrong."

Chen Feng's expression darkened. Without hesitation, he bolted toward the factory, his legs pounding the ground like a hunting predator.

Closer.

Within minutes, the factory came into view, but something was off—about fifty people stood outside, most of them combatants. Chen Feng had given strict orders for no one to leave the safety of the base. So why were they out in the open?

His speed, like that of a panther closing in on its prey, brought him to the scene in seconds. The truth hit him like a hammer.

Wei Xun lay broken on the ground!

Known for his ruthless nature, Wei Xun could transform into a Lizardman, his scales tough enough to deflect bullets. He was a formidable Professional. But now, he was barely recognizable. His face was swollen, his skin pale, and his right arm twisted grotesquely, resembling a mangled rope.

That arm was utterly destroyed—useless.

"Who did this?!"

Chen Feng's voice was a growl, thick with rage. The fury within him surged like a wildfire, threatening to consume everything in its path. He had been gone for a single day, and already, someone had dared to strike against him, leaving one of his most trusted men broken and beaten.

Chen Feng tilted his head, his gaze locking onto the trio in the distance: one man and two women. The man stood in front, while the two women flanked him like satellites orbiting a star. They were twins, both in their mid-twenties, their presence commanding as they radiated the unmistakable aura of awakened Professionals.

The man, cold and handsome, looked to be in his early twenties. His face was expressionless, but his calm confidence was palpable. What truly caught Chen Feng's attention was the oppressive force the man exuded—a weighty, suffocating presence, as though a mountain had descended over the area. Faint, eerie sounds seemed to emanate from his very body—howls that were neither fully wolf nor tiger, the growls of hidden beasts lying in wait. The man's stillness only heightened his air of danger, like a predator poised to strike, warning anyone who approached that they might be walking into an ambush.

Despite their small number, the trio's combined presence felt as menacing as a pack of tigers among lambs.

Silver-Realm

The man's strength was undeniable, far beyond Wang Yong's. This was a true powerhouse.

Chen Feng, though also Silver-Realm, was a Summoner, and the power of the Balrog coursed through him, but his presence was subtler. This man, however, radiated an oppressive, domineering aura—like a tiger descending from the mountain or a dragon rising from the sea, overflowing with raw, untamed power.

Beastly howls. Women at his side.

As Chen Feng took in the sight, recognition flickered in his heart. In his previous life, he had spent many years in J City and knew the city's most influential figures. The young man before him, though not yet fully realized, was unmistakably a future powerhouse.

The Hundred Beasts General.

A name that evoked awe. Among the tens of thousands of survivors, this man had stood out as one of the city's most formidable figures. It was rumored that J City's top ten powerhouses were ranked, and the Hundred Beasts General had claimed the seventh spot—a true overlord in his domain.

He had trained in an explosive martial arts called Bajiquan from a young age, earning gold in national competitions before the apocalypse. Once the disaster hit, his foundation in martial arts gave him a distinct advantage. His awakened ability was unique—whenever he summoned his power, the roars of wild beasts echoed from his body, as if the spirits of a hundred beasts were inside him. Hence the title: Hundred Beasts General.

In the previous timeline, he had ascended to Gold-Realm and neared the brink of becoming a Legendary figure. His power had grown so fearsome that he could simulate the roars of forty-two different beasts, overwhelming his enemies with the sheer terror of a rampaging horde, paralyzing them before they could even fight back.

However, Yang Zheng—the Hundred Beasts General—had a notorious flaw: an insatiable lust for women. It was rumored that he kept over three hundred concubines, all of them breathtakingly beautiful. In the lawless chaos of the apocalypse, where strength dictated morality, harems of hundreds were not uncommon for the powerful. Yang Zheng was no exception, and no one dared question his excesses.

But why was he here?

Chen Feng stood still, confusion and suspicion clouding his thoughts. Yang Zheng, a man destined to bask in future glory, had no reason to be on his turf.

Seeing Chen Feng return, Wei Xun's pale face flushed with a mix of pain and relief. His voice was strained as he struggled to speak, "Sir, they came demanding food. I refused, and then... he attacked me."

Wei Xun coughed violently, a fresh spurt of blood escaping his lips, revealing the extent of his internal injuries. Nearby, the Elementalist stood frozen, dumbstruck but unharmed. Chen Feng's eyes quickly swept over him before locking onto Yang Zheng.

There would be no avoiding this confrontation.

"This is my territory," Chen Feng's voice was calm but carried a dangerous edge as he raised an eyebrow, addressing Yang Zheng. "You come here and attack my men unprovoked. Don't you think you've gone too far?"

Yang Zheng's sharp gaze met Chen Feng's, his eyes gleaming with a predatory gleam that sent a cold shiver through the air. His piercing stare was unsettling, as if he could peel back someone's very essence, leaving them exposed and vulnerable. Chen Feng was instantly recognized as another Silver-Realm powerhouse.

Yang Zheng's gaze shifted to Fura, and the moment his eyes fell on her, his pupils dilated with a flicker of lust. Her exotic features—the feline ears and tail—ignited a possessive hunger in him.

Chen Feng's expression darkened. He had seen this kind of desire before, and it sickened him.

Licking his lips, Yang Zheng spoke in a casual, almost condescending tone, "With monsters everywhere, I've been protecting people with my strength. We came searching for food and stumbled upon this place. The nearby stores are all empty, but with so many people under your protection, I'm sure you've got plenty of supplies. I simply asked for some food, but your man decided to get in the way, so I taught him a little lesson."

Wei Xun clenched his teeth, glaring at Yang Zheng. "Liar! He said he'd take half of everything if he found any food in the warehouse."

Yang Zheng chuckled darkly, the sound of a tiger's growl rumbling faintly from his chest. "In times like these, we should be helping each other. Consider it an act of mercy that I didn't kill him. Now, let's be civil. Apologize, and we'll move on. But I'll still need some food—you'll share, won't you?"

His voice was thick with arrogance, as though Chen Feng's strength was little more than a passing consideration. Even in the face of an equal, Yang Zheng's air of superiority was unshakeable, his demand for an apology more of an afterthought, devoid of sincerity.

The sound of the tiger's roar grew louder, reverberating through the air, its oppressive weight pressing down on those around them. The warriors stationed outside the warehouse, battle-hardened and fierce, now trembled under the crushing force of Yang Zheng's aura. The courage they once held seemed to evaporate, replaced by the primal fear of a beast far beyond their strength.

Chen Feng's voice remained calm, cold as ice, but an undercurrent of lethal intent began to bleed through. "You attacked my people, and now you want my food?"

His words hung in the air like a challenge.

Chen Feng's gaze sharpened, and in a sudden explosion of rage, he roared, "If you think you can take it, then come and try! If not, you can die right here—Fura, kill him!"

His command tore through the air like a thunderclap, freezing everyone in place. The sheer weight of his fury was palpable, suffocating those around him. Chen Feng's tone left no room for negotiation—Yang Zheng had crossed the line. Injuring his men was unforgivable, but Yang Zheng's brazen attempt to seize control, combined with the lustful gaze he cast on Fura, was an insult that demanded immediate retribution.

Yang Zheng had to be made an example of. Allowing this offense to pass would weaken Chen Feng's authority, eroding the loyalty and morale of his followers.

Moreover, Yang Zheng's lecherous intentions toward Fura were intolerable. He needed to be crushed—utterly and without mercy.

The Hundred Beasts General.

If ever there was a worthy opponent to test Fura's martial prowess, it was him.