Chapter 142: The Pretty Boy Goes God Mode

Although he had his doubts, the unwilling Zhong Qiu never gave up. Every day, he clung to his little suona and played it with all his might, the screeching sounds driving everyone at Longteng to the brink of a mental breakdown. Work efficiency plummeted, and a few hot-tempered guys almost pinned him to the ground and gave him a good thrashing.

So, as a somewhat naive and sweet “kept man” who believed in truth, goodness, and beauty, Zhong Qiu started to feel guilty. Not wanting to cause trouble for everyone, he snuck out to practice his suona in secret, planning to only return and surprise his friends once he’d figured out how to awaken his powers.

But who could have predicted disaster would strike, and now, by some twist of fate, he’d been given the chance to unlock his abilities? Of course he was overjoyed.

His prejudice against Kui Hu vanished instantly—after all, this guy was the whetstone that had triggered his sudden awakening. He was practically a benefactor!

Zhong Qiu’s eyes sparkled as he hugged a bloodstained rock and looked at Kui Hu, shouting excitedly, “Again!”

Kui Hu’s lackeys were dumbfounded. Was this kid crazy? Just now, Brother Hu had been careless and got hit, but this time, for sure, Brother Hu would crack his skull open.

Kui Hu didn’t buy it either, convinced his earlier slip-up was just because he hadn’t slept well and the sun had dazzled his eyes. Scowling, he shook off the people supporting him, grabbed his big axe, and strode menacingly toward Zhong Qiu.

But Zhong Qiu wasn’t scared at all. He raised the rock high, looking eager to try again. This time, he was determined to really feel how that power had burst out of him just now.

Behind him, Yun Qimu helplessly covered her face, thinking this kid was a bit of a fool. Still, since she found him somewhat likable, she decided to help him out—and it’d be good training for her own psychic powers, too.

Up until now, she’d only faced villagers and berserk beasts, situations where her psychic abilities weren’t much use. But now, with outsiders present, she finally had some experimental subjects.

She used to be a top-tier 5S-level psychic, and now, with her undying “Liuyun Body,” there was no way she’d collapse from her power being too strong, like in her previous life. If she didn’t seize this chance to grow stronger, when would she?

Yun Qimu ramped up her psychic output. Kui Hu and his men, who’d never trained against psychic abilities, instantly became puppets in her hands.

So, on the battlefield, a hilarious scene unfolded: the pretty boy Zhong Qiu, wielding his bloodstained rock, went on a rampage, while his opponents stupidly leaned their heads over for him to bash.

He didn’t just hit Kui Hu, but also Kui Hu’s lackeys. The ones with hard heads managed to stay standing, while the ones with fragile skulls were already lying on the ground, out cold.

The whole scene was bizarre, made even stranger by the fact that despite all the screams and wails, not a single person tried to run away.

Was this place haunted or what?

The skinny guy, sobbing and trembling with blood streaming down his forehead, was questioning his entire life. This was nothing like what he’d planned!

Pei Yu and the other two stared at each other in shock. What the heck? How did this pretty boy suddenly go god mode?

Could he be schizophrenic? Maybe his main personality got bullied, so his alternate personality came out for revenge?

Bashing people’s heads in with a rock was pretty brutal—some of them were going to be scarred for life.

Pei Yu touched his own smooth forehead, secretly thinking.

Only Wu Xingyu’s dark eyes quietly glanced at Yun Qimu. Seeing the smile at the corner of her lips, as if she was having a great time, he realized: unsurprisingly, it wasn’t the pretty boy who’d gone god mode, but Village Chief Yun.

Psychic abilities—now that was interesting.

Wu Xingyu’s thin lips curled unconsciously, forming a hint of a pleased smile.

“Hurry, hurry, they’re inside! I heard screams!”

“Damn Bloodthirsty Gang, damn Kui Hu, how dare they target Xiao Qiu! Brothers, run faster, we can’t let Xiao Qiu get bullied!”

A chorus of shouts and pounding footsteps grew louder. At the front, the big guy Man Niu was sweating buckets from anxiety.

Zhong Qiu was his buddy. Even though his suona playing had been annoying lately, in Man Niu’s heart, his friend’s place was unshakable.

Besides, before Teng-ge left for Molan City, he’d specifically entrusted Zhong Qiu to him, asking him to look out for him. There was no way he’d let anything happen to his friend.

Early that morning, people from Honglian Village had come, swearing that Kui Hu’s gang was planning to ambush and kill Zhong Qiu. Man Niu was terrified. When he checked the Longteng camp and found Zhong Qiu missing, he immediately led a rescue party.

But when they arrived at the scene—

Oh my, the ones getting beaten up weren’t Zhong Qiu, but Kui Hu’s gang!

Look at them, heads cracked and bleeding—what a miserable sight!

And there was Zhong Qiu, despite his black eye, looking full of energy, wielding a big rock and bashing people like some old man moving stones. As for Kui Hu, he was just standing there, motionless, sticking his head out for Zhong Qiu to hit.

Could this be the effect of his friend’s powers?

Man Niu and Zhong Qiu had the same thought—how else could you explain this situation?

As for Yun Qimu and her group of five, sitting off to the side on a big rock, they were completely ignored. First, because of where they were sitting, and second, who could steal the spotlight from Zhong Qiu, who was currently dominating the battlefield?

Zhong Qiu, panting and exhausted, finally couldn’t keep his hands steady. When he couldn’t swing anymore, he tossed the rock aside and plopped down on the ground.

Wiping his sweat, he noticed his friends had come to the rescue.

He couldn’t help it—his nose tingled, and with teary eyes, he cried out, “Ah Niu, Ah Yi, they bullied me! Help me beat them up!”

Yun Qimu withdrew her psychic threads, and Kui Hu and his men, now free, stood there with blood streaming down their faces, full of grief and rage. Damn it, who was bullying who here? Could this guy at least tell the truth?

But Zhong Qiu wasn’t listening, and neither were the Longteng boys. They immediately rolled up their sleeves. “Ah Qiu, we’ll get revenge for you!”

So, more than twenty young men charged into the fray and gave Kui Hu’s gang a thorough beating.

The skinny guy ended up so swollen he looked like he’d gained a whole size.

Kui Hu, with his solid muscles, didn’t look much different.

Afterwards, they even threatened, “Damn it, don’t let us see you again, or we’ll beat you into pig heads!”

“And if you dare go after Xiao Qiu again, I’ll beat you so ugly your own mother will want to shove you back in the womb for a do-over!”

Still fuming, they couldn’t help but kick them a few more times. Man Niu, not satisfied, smashed Kui Hu’s big black battle axe with his fists and powers, turning it into a pile of scrap metal.

Kui Hu was furious, his eyes bloodshot. That axe had been his companion through countless battles, and now it was destroyed—by these brats!

He couldn’t take the humiliation of such a crushing defeat. Breathless with rage, he finally passed out.

Man Niu was delighted, flashing his white teeth. Hey, the top fighter of the Bloodthirsty Gang had been beaten unconscious by a bunch of kids—what a story! He’d definitely have to spread the word when he got back."