I Am Your Natural Enemy

The boss tried hard to hold his head high, his eyes almost bursting with rage; he never thought that suppressing Wen Yan’s other abilities would be enough.

Indeed, he managed to suppress Wen Yan’s incredibly terrifying speed.

However, Wen Yan’s fists and power were not significantly diminished.

Reduced, but not by much.

Such power could still easily overwhelm his own.

As for Martial Path skills, he was no match at all.

Wen Yan grabbed him and swiftly walked out.

The three minutes the boss spoke of had long passed, and the so-called missile hadn’t landed yet.

Even the scroll he tore open as his trump card showed no signs of abnormality.

"No need to wait any longer, you can call for help, but do you think I can’t?"

The boss, with limbs twisted and bound behind his back, began to recover with the burst of vigor, seemingly wanting to return to their original position. However, under Wen Yan’s suppression, his limbs kept cycling between recovery and breaking.

Immense pain erupted endlessly, leaving him helpless as Wen Yan carried him away into the distance.

Wen Yan held him with one hand and moved toward the banner, hoisting the flag of striking down injustice. With a flick of his toe, he picked up the Black Stone Tablet and carried it on his shoulder, heading in a direction away from this area.

Countless that had turned into ordinary Ghosts here, if not for the trait from their profession, would have long dispersed, followed Wen Yan into the distance.

After walking several kilometers, some Lost Souls began to restore to their original forms.

Facing the ground, the boss spit out a coin from his mouth that looked completely different from the previous Gold Coins, with a blood-tinged hue.

A flash of ruthlessness in his eyes, he spat out this coin.

But in the next moment, Wen Yan’s body erupted in crimson-gold flames, and the hand holding the boss instantly appeared before him, tightly grasping the coin.

The boss was thrown to the ground, and he shouted lowly, attempting his final struggle.

Yet, with Wen Yan’s breath, the power that continuously emanated began resonating with the banner behind him.

And what the boss tried to unleash showed no response at all; the coin was tightly controlled by Wen Yan, enveloped by a previously unstoppable power.

"If you hadn’t turned that environment into something akin to The Last Dharma, I wouldn’t have detected my power so easily."

Previously, when blessing those Lost Souls with Yang Energy, he didn’t know when it was done; it seemed to be the power carried within his breath.

He could remotely bless a large group of Lost Souls with power, a natural force like breathing, seemingly mastered effortlessly.

He held the coin, spread his hand before him.

"Pawnbroker Coin."

"Not only the core proof of the pawnbroker profession, but it could also be used as a blessing ability, enhancing ability levels."

This was the sole opportunity for excessive blessing of abilities as a pawnbroker.

The blessed ability would exceed the current version’s limits."

Wen Yan inhaled lightly and exhaled towards that coin.

The power he naturally mastered transformed into a gentle breeze, blowing across.

Instantly, the banner of striking down injustice, along with the Enforcer’s Black Stone Tablet, exploded with brilliance.

The character "义" (righteousness) ignited in dazzling radiance.

That magnificent coin, shining with gold brilliance.

Under Wen Yan’s breeze, its luster began to fade, revealing a dull crimson on its surface.

Gradually, as Wen Yan continued to blow, the crimson coin began to decay, as if weathered, crumbling into sand-like fragments, scattered by the breeze.

"Those without righteousness, without moral principles, without justice, the gold is destined to dull."

"You can read, surely you’ve seen it more than once, our ancestors of Divine Land continuously teaching, goldbearers must not forget righteousness."

"Unfortunately, you probably considered those words as mere moral conduct."

"The ancients have already given you the answer, maybe you’ve overlooked it every time."

"And I, dull in talent, only now understand the meaning of the many books I’ve read many times."

"Not only teaching one to be a person, but also how to cultivate the Power of the Five Constants, how to use this power."

"The core proof of pawnbroker, from today onward, is no more."

"You will never be a pawnbroker again."

As Wen Yan’s words fell, the boss’s body began to swell, excess vitality lost its foundation to exist.

The lifespan he obtained through various means had lost its footing.

He’s not qualified to enjoy such longevity.

Outwardly, his vitality ran rampant.

Wen Yan took a few steps back, searched himself only to find his pack was gone.

Gray Cloth carried a bag, drifting over to him. After Wen Yan pulled out a few cigarettes, lit one in his mouth, he placed three damp cigarettes in the ground.

"No need for courtesy, I’m the type who never argues with the dead, just take it as me offering incense in advance."

Wen Yan himself lit a cigarette, sat on the ground, leaned against the Black Stone Tablet, watching quietly as the boss’s entire body began swelling like a monster of flesh proliferation.

He looked at the surrounding Lost Souls.

"What are you waiting for? Expecting me to call you to the feast?"

As Wen Yan’s voice fell, countless Lost Souls rushed forward.

Heart-wrenching wails echoed continuously within the sea of Lost Souls.

Wen Yan closed his eyes and listened quietly, reaching out his hand to touch his abdomen.

Besides feeling the power of righteousness, he also sensed the power of benevolence, feeling he could utilize them.

In his mind, a phrase emerged.

"Without benevolence, vitality shall wither away."

Though he didn’t want to send the boss on his journey, even without this power, it didn’t matter to him anymore.

He remembers that initially, he just wanted to guide these Avengers for revenge, that’s all.

So now, let’s adhere to the original intention.

Moreover, he doesn’t believe he has the right to personally avenge the Lost Souls.

Just let them do it themselves.

Let them take revenge on the culpable.

The wails continued endlessly, the overwhelming vitality, combined with rampage began, prevented the boss from dying just yet, or rather, even if his head was chopped off now, he wouldn’t die.

Countless Lost Souls surrounded, surging wave after wave, alternating.

Wen Yan leaned against the tablet, falling asleep amidst the boss’s wails.

The words on the tablet, shimmering.

The power bubbling from Wen Yan’s breath, constantly surging.

Though Wen Yan couldn’t care less, the power of benevolence, whether he had it or not didn’t matter, yet began growing at a rate far surpassing the speed of righteousness power.

Wen Yan had been running non-stop all day, feeling slightly fatigued now.

He vaguely and indistinctly heard someone talking.

"Repaying grievances with virtue, how about it?"

"How to repay virtue? Repay grievances with directness, repay virtue with virtue."

He seemed to hear some water sounds too, as if someone was talking, not clearly heard.

He just felt tired, primarily feeling puzzled, not understanding why, unable to comprehend something.

The only clarity he could muster was his reluctance, feeling a flame within, urging him to act, and thus avenging grievances and settling debts.

He vaguely heard the sound of someone laughing, several people laughing.

Yet feeling mentally exhausted, he perceived it was a dream, and chose not to open his eyes, simply wanting to rest.

At the same time, the Southern Sea Fleet had reached the open sea, officially announcing a live-fire drill.

The Dahlia crossed the Nanyang Region, no longer stopped by anyone, nor did anyone proclaim ownership or anything like that anymore; scholars began popping up online, asserting how the Dahlia had long been an unclaimed item.

A few powers captured blurry images from high above, depicting what resembled a humanoid creature intercepting a missile exhibiting Brownian motion, then somehow flying away with it.

Simultaneously, a hall in Europa housed a deity statue, one side of the face sunken, its head tilted.

Consequently, on a large island in Nanyang Central Region, everyone witnessed countless Lost Souls churning, flames burning, but nobody dared to approach within a hundred kilometers.

Within the Nanyang Union, many perished, vacant positions were quickly filled.

The narrative began aligning, insisting those deceased were vicious instigators, deserved their fate, and the Lost Souls avenging was nothing short of justice.