louisehourcade Chapter 389 So what?
Chapter 389 So what?
"What just happened?"
"I don't know, I didn't see it clearly."
"Has anyone made a move?"
"Too fast, too fast!"
A middle-aged man with curly hair and thick arms, dressed in a chef's uniform, stood at the entrance of the tavern with his arms crossed. The young waiter who had just been beaten up stood beside him, rubbing his swollen head.
"Wow, that's amazing! Just as rumored."
Hearing the chef's words, the boy asked curiously, "Chef Lanchi, what did you see?"
The sixth-level chef named Lanqi stroked his curly beard, shook his head, and said, "No, I didn't see anything clearly. But..."
"but?"
Lanqi stared intently at the people in the arena, his gaze landing on Kim Tae-sik, who was clutching his neck. "Just now, his substitute item was triggered, but the epic-level defensive equipment he had earlier didn't. That alone is enough to explain the situation."
"What do you mean?" The boy was still a little confused.
"fool!"
Aside from him, among the onlookers, only one large, obese Greenland man with a noticeable beer belly looked serious and seemed to have noticed something amiss.
His deep, sunken blue eyes were fixed on the black-haired boy from China, ignoring the beer foam still lingering on his lips.
"To be able to do something like this... no wonder he's a world-renowned tyrant!"
"interesting!"
Outside the tavern, snowflakes were falling on the street.
Park Jin-hyuk stared intently at Jiang Yuan, who was leaning casually against Yan Runan, his eyes filled with unspeakable solemnity and apprehension.
Kim Tae-sik hadn't yet recovered from his near-death experience; he clutched his neck, his expression a mixture of terror, anger, and a hint of incredulous shock and fury.
"Damn it—you, you, you actually dared to lay a hand on me!"
"What did you do? Why didn't my Ironclad Sword and Shield activate?!"
"Why—"
"Shut up!" Park Jin-hyuk turned his head and gave Kim Tae-sik a look that instantly made Kim Tae-sik's face turn pale and he fell silent.
Park Jin-hyuk looked at Jiang Yuan again, took a deep breath, and said:
"As expected of the infamous tyrant of the Cherry Blossom Country."
Upon hearing this, the surrounding area instantly erupted in chaos.
"A tyrant?! He's Shirakawa Gen, the one with a 5S-level bounty on his head in Japan?!"
"What Shirakawa Gen? His name is Jiang Yuan, and he is an unparalleled genius of China! His identity has been confirmed."
"Ohhh!"
"I heard he's only nineteen years old this year, and half a year ago he single-handedly withstood a quasi-king-level abyssal calamity. That's simply unbelievable!"
"He's incredibly handsome, freaking—God has really blessed him."
"They not only opened the door for him, but also smashed the windows and ripped off the roof."
"If I had a body and face like that, they'd all pay me to go to the red-light district!" one drunkard said, green with envy.
Kim Tae-sik was also somewhat frightened.
tyrant!
He was actually that tyrant Jiang Yuan!
A legendary prodigy unlike any seen in the history of China! A figure who, at the age of eighteen, defied the odds and defeated a quasi-king, shocking the world! The youngest leader of a national war in the history of Earth.
The rumors about him online are increasingly exaggerated.
Especially the things he did in Japan under the alias Shirakawa Gen.
He single-handedly fought against the three starter families, destroyed the entire artificial island, and battled the resurrected God of Calamity...
Countless ninth-tier grandmasters and quasi-kings have died at his hands!
Thinking about this...
Even Kim Tae-sik, the heir of the Kim family, a powerful conglomerate, felt his legs go weak and his whole body tremble.
"I am Park Jin-hyuk, the leader of the Shadow Squad of South Korea. Your deeds are legendary, and I am finally able to see you in person today."
Park Jin-hyuk reached out his hand to Kang Won.
"Click, click, click."
Jiang Yuan had taken out a bag of potato chips at some point and was munching on them.
When he saw Park Jin-hyuk reach out his hand, Kang Won paused for a moment, glanced at the potato chips in his hand, and suddenly realized what was going on. He picked them up and poured a few chips into Park Jin-hyuk's hand.
Park Jin-hyuk looked at the potato chips in his hand, his eyes twitching slightly.
Jiang Yuan stuffed another potato chip into his mouth and said:
"I've heard of you. You're a famous genius in South Korea, achieving the ninth rank of martial artist at the age of thirty-six. You have the bearing of a king and are hailed as the most promising successor to the Sun King, becoming the second king in South Korea. But it seems..."
Jiang Yuan looked Park Jin-hyuk up and down, then took a bite of potato chip and said:
"You're pretty average. Your physical, mental, and technical skills are all just average. Judging by your potential, you'll at most become a quasi-king. Forget about becoming a king."
"Seriously, you Koreans are really good at bragging. There are tons of people with your talent in Daxia, yet you're being praised to such an extent. A small country is a small country, just like your prized kimchi cuisine, it's nothing special."
Jiang Yuan made no attempt to conceal the contempt and disdain in his words, belittling the successor to the throne and the country behind him to nothing in front of him.
There were people around broadcasting live, and millions of martial artists from various countries were watching in the live stream.
Even with Park Jin-hyuk's Grandmaster-level composure, he found it hard to bear at this moment, his brows furrowed, and wisps of dark purple, murderous aura emanated from his body.
"To insult my country to my very eyes, isn't that a bit too much, sir?"
"Oh?" Jiang Yuan raised an eyebrow. "Now you know how to be angry? When those two dogs were being arrogant and domineering, bullying others and saying that the food here is for pigs, where were you?"
"Since they did something wrong, as the leader, I will naturally take responsibility for punishing them," Park Jin-hyuk said coldly.
"It's too late. Some words, once spoken, come at a price."
As he spoke, Jiang Yuan snapped his fingers.
A blue vortex appeared in mid-air, opposite which was the vast frozen land outside the city. At this moment, a purple lightning bolt fell from the sky and transformed into the tall and burly human form of Sikong, dragging Jin Taizheng, who looked like a dead dog, in his hand.
The group of Korean martial artists who were still joking around in the live stream suddenly fell silent.
zizi.
Crack!
Park Jin-hyuk's short hair danced wildly, his eyes flashed with dark purple electricity, his coat billowed, and he said in an icy tone:
"Is this how Great Xia does things? That's a bit much."
Jiang Yuan finished the potato chips in his hand, then casually squeezed the bag, and it instantly burned.
He clapped his hands and walked up to Park Jin-hyuk. The life aura and martial pressure that a ninth-level grandmaster could easily suppress a seventh-level martial artist were like bubbles in front of him. With each step he took, Park Jin-hyuk's aura was forcibly suppressed by one point. Until Jiang Yuan walked up to him, the grandmaster aura that Park Jin-hyuk had unleashed had been completely suppressed back into his body.
Park Jin-hyuk's pupils contracted.
The tall, black-haired boy, standing at 1.92 meters, looked down at the grandmaster from South Korea, his golden-red heterochromatic eyes beneath his sparse black hair cold and indifferent.
"so what?"