Chapter 2515: Why Are You Kneeling? (1)

The atmosphere around the gray-robed old mans stall fell into a strange and eerie silence. Everyone present was stunned by the scene unfolding before their eyes.

The security in the trading area was stringent, and it was rare for any disturbances to occur. However, this didnt mean that trouble never brewed.

Those invited to the headquarters of the Secondary Career Alliance all had significant backing, and even the alliance itself wouldnt dare to offend them. So, if such incidents occurred, they were usually mediated to maintain peace.

Now, everyone gazed at the calmly composed black-haired youth, their expressions twitching.

To pierce someones hand with just a finger was a ruthlessly aggressive act.

No one had antic.i.p.ated such brutality from the person who had been haggling with the stall owner just moments ago. The contrast was staggering.

For a moment, everyone was struggling to process what had just happened.

Even Grandmaster Alfred couldnt help but feel deeply shocked. w.a.n.g Tengs methods just now made him feel like he was facing a universe-stage powerhouse, but in reality, w.a.n.g Teng was only a cosmos-stage martial warrior!

What had happened to him during this time? What experiences had he been through?

It had only been a short while since they last met, yet w.a.n.g Tengs realm had not only reached the cosmos stage, but his strength had also become incomprehensible to Grandmaster Alfred.

Meanwhile, the grim-faced old man in the distance heard w.a.n.g Tengs words and a cold gleam flickered in his eyes.

However, he didnt have the leisure to deal with w.a.n.g Teng at the moment. Instead, he immediately took out a pill and administered it to the young man whose hand had been pierced. He also applied a black ointment to the wound on his hand.

The bleeding from the pierced wound was instantly stopped, and the wound rapidly healed. However, just as the wound was about to fully close, a searing sensation suddenly erupted, causing the young man to involuntarily groan. Whats going on? the grim-faced old man asked.

The wound cant fully heal. Theres a burning sensation spreading as if flames are burning inside. The young man gritted his teeth.

He was dressed in a gray-brown robe, with hair of the same color, and possessed a handsome face that exuded a somewhat sinister aura.

At this moment, his once handsome visage twisted in pain, his expression of extreme self-a.s.surance replaced by one of agony. Beads of cold sweat dripped down his forehead, giving him a somewhat disheveled appearance.

What did you do to him? The elder in the purple robe, emitting an air of n.o.bility, looked towards w.a.n.g Teng with a cold voice.

Nothing much, just gave him a little lesson. One shouldnt reach out for everything, w.a.n.g Teng replied nonchalantly.

What do you think you are, daring to lecture me? The young man with the effeminate appearance felt a surge of resentment upon hearing w.a.n.g Tengs words. His gaze was filled with hostility as he spoke coldly.

And what do you think you are? w.a.n.g Teng chuckled.

My young master simply wanted to take a look at what you had in your hands. Yet you resorted to such ruthless means. Your thoughts are rather vicious, the elder in the purple robe stepped forward, fixing his gaze on w.a.n.g Teng as he spoke calmly.

Ive already paid the price for this item. If he takes it without permission, its either theft or robbery, w.a.n.g Teng sneered, casting a contemptuous glance at the other party, then turned to the crowd and clasped his fists, asking, Everyone, is my action excessive?

Haha!

A mocking laughter erupted from the surroundings.

Anyone who dares to s.n.a.t.c.h my stuff, Ill cut off their whole hand. Punching a hole through it is nothing. A middle-aged muscular man, appearing as a peak universe-stage martial warrior, laughed loudly without reservation.

Not just cutting off the hand. If it were me, Id just kill them and be done with it, another universe-stage martial warrior, with a sinister demeanor and a look of about 40 or 50 years old, said indifferently.

Only two people spoke up, but the expressions of the crowd said it all.

w.a.n.g Teng couldnt help but glance at them.

These two were ruthless individuals!

Even more ruthless than him.

The young man with the effeminate appearance turned pale and then green. Accustomed to his arrogant ways, he never considered others perspectives. Even if it was someone elses treasure, he would simply take it without a second thought, and no one had ever dared to challenge him before.

But now, on his first outing, he was severely reprimanded.

Outsiders wouldnt tolerate his behavior.

The effeminate young man was about to retort, but he was stopped by the elder in the purple robe.

The two warriors who spoke up were at the peak of the universe stage, and they were not to be trifled with.

Besides, their willingness to speak out in this situation indicated that they had corresponding forces backing them. They had no reason to provoke two enemies needlessly.

Deep down, the effeminate young man knew that ultimately, he had brought this upon himself. However, w.a.n.g Tengs ruthless actions demanded an explanation.

But now, they were in a bit of a predicament. They couldnt advance, nor could they retreat.

Youre asking for death! The effeminate young man didnt care about the consequences. With a fierce gaze, he rushed towards w.a.n.g Teng.

He attributed all the mockery from the crowd to w.a.n.g Teng, directing all his anger towards him.

The elder in the purple robe couldnt help but sigh softly.

The effeminate young man had a special status, and he couldnt stop him.

Thankfully, w.a.n.g Teng was just a cosmos-stage martial warrior. With the strength of a third-level heaven stage, dealing with him shouldnt be too difficult when prepared.

Boom!

A thunderous roar echoed as the effeminate young man transformed into a gray shadow in an instant, moving at an unbelievable speed.

At the same time, a peculiarly shaped bone sword appeared in his hand, emitting a fluctuating light. It aimed straight for w.a.n.g Tengs chest, clearly intending to strike with full force, without holding back an ounce