Comprehension Ability: Creating the Five Thunders Technique in Reality-Chapter 1127 - 567: What a Joke, Not Even Worth My Warm-Up

However, facing the crowd's terror and Fang Yi's threats, Lin Beichen merely sneered, looked around, and said, "I think all of you must be crazy, right? You don't even have the most basic self-awareness? And you still think you can withstand such fury? It's utterly ridiculous."

His words stunned everyone into silence. Fang Yi and the others stared at him wide-eyed in shock, while Lin Beichen continued to sneer coldly: "Let me tell you, don't talk about some local king or the Emperor; even if he dares to send someone over, I'll just take the opportunity to practice on them. Lately, I've been quite idle."

As he spoke, he exerted more force with his foot, and with a "crack," Fang Jerry's face was trampled out of shape, his nose caved in, and it seemed like several bones in his face had fractured.

Yet Lin Beichen acted as if nothing had happened and continued to speak, "Though practicing is nice, I prefer something once and for all. So, you'd better pray he doesn't actually send someone over."

Lin Beichen lightly stepped on Fang Jerry's face, his tone teasing: "Young Master Fang, it seems you're not in enough pain yet. Let me give you a taste of something harsher." With that, he delivered several kicks, each precisely hitting Fang Jerry's limbs.

"Crack, crack!" The sound of bones breaking echoed repeatedly as Fang Jerry's arms and legs were brutally broken, the intense pain making sweat pour down his face like rain.

Yet, it wasn't over. Lin Beichen suddenly accelerated and kicked harshly towards Fang Jerry's crotch.

Fang Jerry, terrified, tried with all his might to move his body to dodge the fatal attack, but alas, his speed seemed so insignificant in front of Lin Beichen.

"Ah!!!" A gut-wrenching scream echoed in the room, Fang Jerry's lower body drenched in blood, and his fate was completely altered at that moment.

Everyone was stunned by this scene, watching Lin Beichen and Fang Jerry with wide eyes, almost unable to believe what was happening before them. Despair and anger filled Fang Jerry's eyes; his happiness for the rest of his life turned into bubbles at that moment.

"You bastard! I'm going to kill you!" Fang Jerry roared in anger, struggling to stand up and fight Lin Beichen to the death.

However, his strength appeared so insignificant in front of Lin Beichen.

Lin Beichen coldly looked at Fang Jerry, as if watching a dying beast struggle.

He kicked Fang Jerry, sending him flying over a dozen meters, crashing heavily into a giant screen.

The screen shattered instantly, and Fang Jerry sagged to the ground like a pile of mud.

But even with such severe injuries, Fang Jerry still struggled to stand up.

His face covered in blood, twisted with rage, he yelled, "I will kill you! I will definitely kill you!"

Lin Beichen merely let out a cold laugh, walked over, and seized Fang Jerry's neck, lifting him again, "Fang Jerry, you'd better confess your crimes right now. Otherwise, I don't mind letting you taste something even more painful."

Feeling the iron-like grip on his neck, Fang Jerry's fear surged once again.

Kicking his legs wildly, he looked at Lin Beichen and pleaded, "Let me go! I can give you money! A lot of money!"

However, Lin Beichen remained unmoved. He slapped Fang Jerry across the face, sneering, "Don't think money can buy everything. Now confess your crimes!"

One slap after another landed, making Fang Jerry's already ruined face even more miserable.

By this time, Fang Yi was completely stunned by the scene before him.

He looked at Lin Beichen in disbelief and shouted, "How dare you? How dare you treat my cousin like this?" But before he could finish his words, Lin Beichen kicked him, sending him crashing hard against the wall, where he fainted.

Lin Beichen shook his head and sighed, "What a bunch of idiots."

Then he focused his attention back on Fang Jerry, "Now are you ready to talk?"

Fang Jerry's anger and fear had disappeared, replaced by an unusual calm. He pulled out the syringe from his hand and looked at Lin Beichen calmly, "Why? Why are you forcing me?"

Lin Beichen merely responded with a cold laugh, "Forcing you? I'm just doing what I should do. Now tell me about your crimes!"

But at this moment, Fang Jerry let out a low roar, and his body, shaking with fat, exploded in a powerful force, breaking free from Lin Beichen's grip.

This surprised Lin Beichen a little, but he quickly regained his composure because he knew this game was not over yet.

He looked at Fang Jerry and raised the corner of his mouth into a mocking smile, "Not bad, having such strength, but do you think you can escape with that?"

"Don't think relying on external force can turn things around, I have never had such an idea." Fang Jerry, having escaped Lin Beichen's grasp, did not choose to flee.

Escaping was unnecessary now; he knew well that if he couldn't subdue Lin Beichen today, the sales network he painstakingly built would be ruined. What's worse, if the news reached his godfather, with his inheritance rights gone, he would be ruthlessly discarded.

Since life and death were already decided, why not fight to the death? He decided that even at the cost of his life, he would take Lin Beichen down with him.

Fang Jerry tore his tattered suit, revealing black panels strapped to his fat, resembling circuit boards that emanated a dangerous aura.

"Snap, snap." He lightly patted the black and green blocks, sneering, "This is my trump card."

The crowd exclaimed, their faces changing dramatically, as if they were plunged into an ice cellar, trembling all over. Their terrified eyes fixated on the devices on Fang Jerry's body—high explosives!