Chapter 476 - 378: You Should Know When to Stop
"That’s absolutely wonderful!"
Upon hearing the news, Uzi was like a lit firecracker, his face flushing red with excitement.
His eyes shone with a brilliant light,
already picturing the beautiful scene of Chu He’s utter defeat at his hands.
The glory of victory was just within his grasp, so close he could almost touch it.
"Don’t get careless. Chu He is the strongest on Blue Star,"
"To this day, his combat record is a brilliant, undefeated legend."
"He has never known defeat."
"Even the last renowned Clan Leader of the Vampire Clan, Xiao Cangqing,"
"suffered repeated setbacks against Chu He, ultimately ending in a grim and total defeat."
In contrast to Uzi’s undisguised excitement,
and the bald man’s placid, expressionless face, which was like the calm surface of a bottomless lake,
Florian’s expression was shrouded in shadow, exceptionally grave and solemn.
After all, Chu He’s name was renowned, like a towering, insurmountable mountain that inspired awe.
Even though Florian was the Clan Leader of the Werewolf Clan,
revered by his entire clan as a perfect leader who embodied both wisdom and might,
he did not dare to harbor the slightest bit of contempt or carelessness when facing Chu He.
’I’m about to tread a perilous and unknown path. Every step must be taken with the utmost caution.’
"So what? This time, I’ll tear Chu He to pieces with my own hands!"
Uzi roared viciously, a blazing fire of vengeance flickering in his eyes.
His thoughts were instantly dragged back to the distant and bloody Black Continent Grassland.
The brutal scene from that time replayed in his mind like a nightmare.
Chu He’s devastating attacks, like the scythe of the Death God,
had mercilessly reaped his life force again and again.
If not for the miraculous Secret Technique controlled by the Human Race Supremacy Association,
which possessed the power to defy fate itself, he would have long since become a cold corpse.
But what was truly seared into his memory, what pained him to his very core,
was that in the instant the shadow of death loomed over him,
his heart had been seized by the Demon of fear.
Cowardly thoughts had flooded his mind like a tide, making him want to flee the endless danger.
This sense of shame was like an invisible, venomous snake, constantly gnawing at his soul—
an absolute, unbearable humiliation.
Therefore, in Uzi’s mind, only by casting Chu He into eternal damnation,
and making him die a miserable death in extreme agony,
could he completely dispel the shadow of cowardice in his heart and erase the mark of fear he felt when facing death.
"Florian is right. We certainly can’t afford to be careless."
The bald man—that is, the enigmatic Doctor—
elegantly and slowly placed the thick book in his hand onto the round wooden table beside him.
The gentle movement was as if he were afraid of disturbing the very air around him.
Then, he extended his long, pale fingers,
slowly lifted the steaming coffee cup before him, narrowed his eyes, and took a small sip.
His expression was one of complete leisure,
as if he were at a serene and beautiful resort,
thoroughly enjoying a pleasant moment,
rather than in this tense atmosphere, fraught with danger and on the verge of a life-or-death confrontation.
He spoke unhurriedly, "There’s an old saying from Chu He’s homeland: ’Walk by the river long enough, and your shoes are bound to get wet.’"
"If you think about it, it’s quite profound."
"Besides, how could you forget that life-or-death battle on the Black Continent Grassland?"
"Chu He nearly drove you into a corner. If your companion hadn’t shown up like a savior in the nick of time to rescue you,"
"you might have already become a vengeful spirit, scattered between heaven and earth."
"You certainly wouldn’t have the chance to be sitting here with us, planning our next move."
"If you continue to be so arrogant and conceited, looking down on everyone,"
"and let your guard down so recklessly, perhaps this time you really will die at Chu He’s hands."
"Or are you naive enough to think your companion will always follow you like a shadow, forever protecting you from the dark?"
"You’re asking to die!"
Hearing this, Uzi erupted in fury, his eyes bulging wide like bronze bells.
The muscles on his face twitched violently from extreme anger,
his features twisting into a terrifying snarl. In an instant, he transformed into a Demon that had crawled out of the Hell Abyss.
The bald man’s words—
every syllable was like a razor-sharp, poison-laced blade,
stabbing precisely into the most vulnerable, most hidden scar in his heart, driving him mad with pain.
In that moment,
the berserk power inside Uzi’s body exploded like a lit powder keg.
A surging wave of energy radiated outward like a tidal wave.
He stomped his foot hard, and the solid ground instantly cracked like a spiderweb.
Immediately after, like a rampaging bull,
with an overwhelming force,
he lunged toward the bald man, who sat there leisurely sipping his coffee, bathed in the cool moonlight.
It was as if he had to devour the man alive to quell the hatred in his heart.
The Doctor was like a deep, bottomless spring,
so calm that not a single ripple disturbed his surface.
He seemed completely oblivious to Uzi’s surging killing intent, which had instantly broken free like an untamed horse.
He simply focused on the coffee in his hand.
As the second sip of coffee flowed like a warm stream,
slowly passing through his mouth and then gliding smoothly down his throat,
the rich, full-bodied aroma released by the meticulously roasted coffee beans blossomed across his taste buds,
reaching a state of ultimate bliss.
In that very instant, Uzi’s fist, imbued with endless fury and power,
like a meteor burning with the flames of hatred,
smashed violently toward the Doctor’s chest with enough force to destroy anything in its path.