Face-Slapping System

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Boom!

A deafening sound echoed once more as a fist was planted in Razor's face once again.

Without the blood-red energy shield protecting him, Razor was now like a pig getting slaughtered by a butcher. And it just so happened that the butcher was One.

Razor's body tore through the mansion and landed outside of it. The mansion was pretty big but after the fierce fight, it had already been almost razed to the ground.

One was truly tyrannical. He did not even bother waiting for Razor to get up from the ground when he was already in front of him.

With Roland's permission, One did not bother to hold back anymore.

He raised his foot perpendicular to the ground, ready to stomp it into Razor's face.

Razor, who had just awakened from his momentary stupor, saw the foot descending towards his now bloodied face.

"Fuck!" He cursed loudly as he rolled to the side. His hands formed hand seals as he rolled.

One's foot narrowly missed his face by an inch margin. Seeing him forming hand seals yet again, One immediately pivoted forward and kicked his ribs like a soccer ball.

Crack!

A clear sound of a bone being broken was heard along with Razor's grunt.

The hand seals that he was forming were forcefully stopped once again, causing him massive amounts of pain.

Deep inside him, Razor felt like crying all day long. He had a lot of mystical spells that he could use in order to defeat the other party, however, he was getting abused brutally, making him unable to use them, turning them useless instead.

On the other hand, Roland and the other two looked at the battle ahead of them.

Seeing a Level 3 brutal fight was like a sight to behold for Roland. Although they have the same level of unarmed combat, Roland knew that One, who was already at Peak Level 3 was using the skills more efficiently and effectively compared to him.

Unlike him, the strength of each of One's punches was also as strong as the last. They were unrestrained and had no hesitation over them, making them more lethal compared to his punches.

Seeing them fight, Roland realized how big the gap between a Peak Level 3 and an Intermediate Level 3 was. It was like the difference between day and night. In fact, the only reason the battle lasted this long was due to Razor's mystical shield that allowed him to block many of One's attacks. If not for that, this battle might have already ended a long time ago.

At the same time, Roland felt enlightened with the situation. He realized that if they were any weaker, the one getting beaten black and blue right now would not have been Razor, but them.

He realized the importance of strength and he was grateful that the System rewarded him with One and the others when he needed them the most.

At this moment, Razor was already lying limply on the ground. His limbs were weak and a portion of his right chest was caved in with a fist pattern imprinted over it.

A Heavenly Energy Cultivator was indeed extraordinary. If it was an ordinary person who received such attacks, they would have already died multiple times by now. However, although weak, Razor was still alive and kicking.

His deformed chest huffed up and down as he struggled to breath. Blood dripped over his face as he said weakly, "Y-you... you will regret this!"

"M-master Tiger Tyrant will learn of this sooner or later. Ha- haha- haha," his voice grew weaker and weaker with each word he spoke.

Hearing that name the second time, Roland frowned, a slight worry appeared on his face.

He walked over beside One as One took Razor by the neck before raising him up in the air. His badly injured body was a sight to behold. It was a wonder how he was still conscious even after that much wound.

Roland felt disgusted and nauseated by such a sight, however, he hardened himself and asked, "This is the second time you speak of that Tiger Tyrant to intimidate us. Just who is this Tiger Tyrant that you spoke of?"

Hearing that, a grin appeared on Razor's mutilated mouth, "J-just a group of barbarians instead. You don't even know who Master Tiger Tyrant is, ha- haha."

"Are we supposed to know him?" Roland tilted his head in curiosity.

From the way Razor was speaking about this Tiger Tyrant guy, it was apparent that he was an extraordinary person.

'White Tiger Nation's Tiger Tyrant...' Roland muttered to himself, worried about this unknown existence.

For him to be able to subdue Razor, this Tiger Tyrant was surely a strong cultivator. It was right for Roland to get worried if he came for revenge later. However, as he could do nothing about it, he decided to ignore it for now and focused on dealing with Razor.

As Roland was thinking, a visible grin suddenly appeared on Razor's mouth, "S-sparkling Buds, right? Hehe, it won't be sparkling for long!"

"P-Power, Soul Swap!"

The moment Razor mentioned those words, Roland immediately knew that something was amiss.

'One!' He screamed at the top of his lungs as he drew out a gun and pointed it at Razor's forehead.

Bam!

The bullet tore through the air once more, traveling directly toward Razor's glabella.

A slit was immediately created on his forehead, as One, who was only slightly late compared to the bullet, slammed Razor's body to the ground with all his might.

Bam!

Another explosion ensued as Razor's badly injured body became even more injured. Part of his back literally became a meat paste due to the force of One's smash.

When the dust and smoke settled, Roland hurriedly confirmed that Razor was already dead.

However, Razor's dying smile and remark left a foreboding feeling on Roland.

What Razor wanted to do; Roland knew that he had succeeded.

In the end, he realized that he had still underestimated the means of a heavenly energy cultivator. Even before dying, he was still able to create such an unknown effect that left him confused.

Razor's lifeless body laid on the ground unmoving. Roland clicked his tongue as he walked away from it.

And just as he was about to take a few steps, the Secret Communication Technique was suddenly used by someone else inside his mind.

"One of the hooligans managed to escape!"

The message was clear and straight to the point.

Roland who heard it, had his eyes constricted in realization and horror. Razor's word's earlier suddenly echoed in his mind at this given moment.

'Sparkling Buds, right? Hehe, it won't be sparkling for long!'

"Damn it! Stacey... Janine..."

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