Volume 7 - Chapter 472: Fulfilling a favour

Chapter 472: Fulfilling a favour

Translator: Translation Nation Editor: Translation Nation

Listening to that wretched Shama phrasing his words like that, Kuchai widened his mouth. He was an honest and faithful individual, but couldn’t find the words in the face of Shama’s fallacious argument. In actual fact, if not for Kuchai holding a rather high position of a government official, possessing a vast circle of influential friends, Shama would’ve long ordered for a bullet to smash his brains like a watermelon.

"Let’s go!" Shama stood up while putting up a fake smile. He cupped his hands politely to the ashen faced Grandmaster Yabile, as he demonstrated his superfluous farewell etiquette. Finally, he very bluntly pointed towards the few individuals of Caiba and others, intending to forcefully take them as captives.

All of a sudden from afar, a dull voice drifted over.

"Wait."

Everyone’s attention was gathered to the issuer of that voice. Indeed, it was Sheyan, who had his arms folded across his chest while he spectated from the side.

He glanced sheepishly at Shama.

"You mentioned that as long as the experts on your side are all defeated, you will turn to leave right?"

Shama laughed loudly, as he stroked his bald head and replied with a single word.

"Yup!"

Sheyan stepped forward, and solemnly continued while glancing at Grandmaster Yabile.

"I have been learning under Grandmaster Yabile for the past 10 days, and can be counted as half his disciple. Therefore, I am also qualified for a duel."

A disdainful snort drifted out from Shama’s nostrils, as he completely ignored Sheyan and sat back onto his chair. He face revealed an impatient expression, as he signalled a throat cutting gesture to one of his muay thai expert.

That muay thai expert offered a sinister smile in response.

"Brat, if you need to blame something, then blame it on your foolishness!"

Sheyan raised his head humbly, as he observed a tan-skinned, slender looking muay thai fighter pressing towards himself. His muscles weren’t well developed, but appeared as solid as steel structures. With every advancing step, he stretched his body muscles as they released ‘pitter-patter’ cracks. He resembled a ferocious wolf that was eyeing a sheep.

Meanwhile, the surrounding soldiers had started placing their rifles down. The climate was incredibly warm, and maintaining their aiming posture for long periods was relatively exhausting. They could naturally figure out that Sheyan was just a rookie, and completely treated this as a performance to behold. The majority of them folded their arms, as they watched on sadistically.

That muay thai fighter leaned forward slightly; suddenly stamping his leg down, he roared aloud as he propelled himself forward. Bending his left knee, he swung it towards the apex.

When his knee tore towards the apex, it even emitted a humming sound,

The humming sound of his knee against the wind issued a heart shuddering sensation. Within a split second, it impacted against Sheyan’s lower jaw! Sheyan was struck backwards by the impact, as he flipped and crashed pathetically with his face against the filthy ground.

Instead, Sheyan had simultaneously released a kick against the stomach of that muay thai fighter!!

In the eyes of the bystanders, Sheyan’s lower chin was probably wrecked; at least crushed with a fracture. Instead, even an ordinary muay thai practitioner would continuously temper the resistive capabilities of their abdominal muscles daily! Sheyan’s kick would probably be akin to a light sting of a mosquito!

In contrast, the face-planted Sheyan had swiftly climbed back to his feet as though he was totally unhurt. Swaying his head, he slapped off the dust on his clothes. Instead, the facial muscles of that muay thai fighter twitched incessantly. Through his dropped jaws, one could observe the blood frothing in his throat, while his eyes revealed a rigid horror of incomparable pain. His arms were tightly clutching his stomach, as he slowly staggered backwards. Very quickly, the blood spewing from his mouth accumulated into a large puddle!

"Next." Sheyan hung down his eyes, and issued a very ordinary tone.

The audience were instantly dumbstruck. The eyes of another muay thai fighter popped widely, as he rushed forward and screamed wildly.

"You actually dare to use a weapon! He has a hidden blade at the tip of his shoe!"

The crowd was already astoundedly amazed, and immediately believed that was the reason. By this time, that muay thai fighter was already bellowing furiously.

"You despicable brat! I will break every single bone in your body!!!!"

While he spoke, he was already charging towards Sheyan. To muay thai fighters who wrestled for their lives all year round, it wasn’t important if their enemy possessed hidden weaponry. The killing potential of their elbows and knees weren’t inferior to lethal weapons like steel rods or knives.

"Not good!!" Spectating from afar, Kuchai could only see a blur before that fuming muay thai fighter had arrived before Sheyan. In the judgement of that muay thai fighter, Sheyan had a hidden blade installed in his shoe. Thus, he only executed the kicking techniques he was adept in. Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Within a flurry, 5 successive kicks had landed onto Sheyan’s body.

Sheyan only managed to return a punch before he was kicked flying. However, he very quickly climbed back up as though nothing happened. Meanwhile, that muaythai fighter that was punched in the chest, had eye sockets that were about to split. His eyes brimmed with terror, as he staggered backwards crouching to the ground while vomiting blood. The foamy blood regurgitated from his mouth resembled bubbles, like fishes leaping out of the water. His body had also started shivering.

Shama immediately stood up from his chair, his pupils had shrunk. Stroking his bald head vigorously, he looked at Sheyan as though he was viewing a freak.

"You actually possess such immense strength? Hahaha!"

He suddenly broke into laughters.

"Very good, very good! With you around, why would I still need those trash. Follow me back to the underground fighting arena, you’ll earn tens of thousands of american dollars for me before getting beaten to death."

Sheyan laughed in response.

"You aren’t worthy of inviting me."

"HAHAHA!!!" Shama released a fit of hysterical laughter, as though he just heard the funniest joke. He couldn’t help wiping off the tears of joy in his eyes.

"Whomever I wish to invite, not a single can reject! While others invite fighters with money, I invite them with bullets!"

After his statement was issued, the surrounding soldiers had once again hoisted up their rifles; black barrels aiming at Sheyan! Witnessing how Sheyan had dispatched two expert muaythai fighters with single moves, these trained soldiers naturally didn’t dare to be careless. The slightest movement made by Sheyan, would inevitably cause him to be bombarded into a honeycomb.

"Surrounded by militants with semi-automatic rifles.....if it was a day ago, I would be trembling in utter fear! But right now.....hahahaha!"

Sheyan roared into an outburst of laughter. Then, he abruptly lunged backwards as he seized the rifle barrel of a soldier aiming at him. With a casual pull, that soldier was completely incapable of preventing his body from stumbling into Sheyan’s embrace. Crack! Seizing his head, Sheyan directly twisted and snapped his cervical vertebra.

At that instant, the other soldiers furiously pressed their trigger as they watched on with widened eyes! Instead, Sheyan easily flung the corpse in his hand, as he crouched and swooped forward!

He was like a fierce tiger prancing about in the rain. The muscles in his body swelled with wondrous strength, as his strength rippled out like streaming water!

Most of the blazing bullets missed, but a tiny portion managed to drill into his body. If it was previously when his innate hadn’t been awakened in the present world, Sheyan would really be rather apprehensive of such a situation. But now! The concentrated fire of most semi-automatic firearms could no longer threaten Sheyan’s life!

A distance of 10 metres, he flashed past in an instant.

Stamping his foot down with strength, his soaring knee smashed against the chest of the nearest soldier. A deep depression formed at his chest, as his mouth salivated wildly with blood. His magazine had been emptied, and wasn’t in time to reload. A last ditch attempt to reach for his pistol, ended up with the pistol being tossed into the air.

Sheyan proceeded to stomp down onto the ground, as he leapt into the air and kicked the suspended pistol like a soccer ball. Bam! The pistol smacked against the head of a firing soldier, as he instantly met his demise with his brain split open!

When Sheyan landed, he executed a roll before springing up like a phantom, and sending another soldier flying with a waving punch. Seizing the momentum, he swept his leg horizontally, as it hooked against two others; sending them tumbling like gourds. The two soldiers simultaneously grabbed their ankles as they screamed miserably, their fractured ankles could no longer be salvaged.

At present, Sheyan’s back and chest were covered in bullet holes. At the same moment, noticing that Sheyan was wearing a thick jacket, someone believed that he had reached the truth of the matter and exclaimed aloud.

"He is wearing the most advanced bulletproof vest! Aim for his head and limbs!

But the chest of that individual exclaiming was immediately trampled by a foot, before a thick fist came swiftly pounding against his face; his entire frame was sent flying like a sandbag! His left eye had ruptured, as he sprawled to the ground without a chance to groan.

Within a short span of time, Shama’s forces had been utterly annihilated by Sheyan’s hands!!! Instead, Shama remained seated on his chair with a vacant expression, as though he hadn’t awakened to reality. Sheyan sauntered towards his front; slapping his cheeks a little, he picked up a cigarette by the side. Then, he lighted it and stuffed it into Shama’s cavern mouth.

"Old shit, obediently return home and enjoy a life of retirement. At this age already, why the need to entertain yourself with fights?"

Concluding his statement, Sheyan then strolled towards Grandmaster Yabile and respectfully cupped his hand before bowing. In his blank amazement, Grandmaster Yabile hastily returned his formality. Sheyan then laughed with his head raised, casually driving off in Kuchai’s car as he headed for Chiang Mai.

At long last, having successfully unlocked his inner potential, he felt a had taken a load off his mind. In truth, Sheyan could distinctly sense that if he hadn’t broken through this time, his bodily inspiration would plunge to an all time low. If he wished to breakthrough the next time, it may even take months or years. Therefore, though the 7 days restriction had long elapsed and he could return to the nightmare realm anytime, Sheyan deliberately procrastinated. Ultimately, after fulfilling his wishes, he naturally returned impatiently to the realm.