Is It Wrong to Bully the Novice Village for System Rewards?

Chapter 250: Even I, a Pervert, Find This Perverted

“Ahhhh! You infuriate this King!”

Seeing Qi Yuan completely relaxed and utterly unafraid, the Asura King was sent into a blinding rage. Thick blue veins bulged wildly across its forehead. The monstrous muscles spanning its massive frame coiled and strained as it exerted every ounce of its apocalyptic strength, desperately trying to tear itself free from the stairwell.

Yet, no matter how ferociously it thrashed, it was completely useless. Even its arms, which had originally enjoyed a few inches of wiggle room, were now firmly wedged into the tight crevices of the stone archway. It was completely, undeniably paralyzed.

Taking in the pathetic sight, Qi Yuan let out a heavy sigh of relief. He swaggered right up to the Asura King’s face, flashing a bright, thoroughly punchable smile.

“Hey bro, weren’t you just talking about killing this ant? Come on, my schedule is wide open. Let’s go a few rounds right now.”

“You insignificant speck! You are courting death!” the Asura King roared, so enraged it nearly coughed up blood. Its face turned a livid shade of violet. The sheer concussive force of its booming voice hit like a physical shockwave, making Qi Yuan’s ears ring painfully.

“Shut up!”

Qi Yuan wasn’t about to coddle a stuck mob. He drew his arm back and delivered a vicious, full-force backhand right across the Asura King’s hideous face.

SLAP!

The crisp, echoing smack rang out like a gunshot across the cavernous top floor of the Moluo God-Slaughtering Tower.

In that same instant, Qi Yuan felt like he had just bare-hand slapped a mountain of solid iron. A searing, white-hot pain shot up his entire arm, forcing a sharp hiss of cold air through his teeth.

What the hell is this defense?!

Qi Yuan cradled his stinging hand, internally sweating bullets. He had put his full weight into that slap—a strike heavy enough to flatten a boulder of profound iron into a pancake. Yet, not only did it fail to leave a single red mark on the Asura King’s cheek, but the recoil had nearly shattered Qi Yuan’s own wrist!

If this Great Ascension boss hadn’t accidentally wedged itself in the doorway, its passive armor alone would have allowed it to tear him into confetti.

On the other side of the slap, the Asura King completely froze. Its demonic brain essentially blue-screened.

It was the absolute sovereign of the Asura race. A peerless monarch who had commanded oceans of blood and billions of lives. And it had just been… bitch-slapped… by a human with zero cultivation?!

The physical damage was nonexistent, but the emotional damage was catastrophic. The humiliation pierced the heavens!

“THIS KING WILL FLAY YOU ALIVE!!!”

Snapping out of its daze, the Asura King erupted into a hysterical, world-ending shriek. Its eyes burned a luminous, psychotic crimson. Thrashing like a rabid dog, it completely ignored its trapped limbs and simply threw its head forward, trying to impale Qi Yuan on its massive forehead horn and crush him against the stairs.

Having fully expected the boss to throw a tantrum, Qi Yuan casually sidestepped the desperate headbutt. He pivoted on his heel and delivered a devastating roundhouse kick directly to the Asura King’s jaw, violently snapping its massive head to the side.

THUD!

“Awoooo—”

The heavy impact only fueled the beast’s frenzy. It struggled harder, spewing a venomous torrent of ancient, blood-curdling curses.

Damn it, this guy is way too tanky, Qi Yuan thought, grimacing as he massaged his throbbing leg. If I keep trying to beat him to death bare-handed, he won’t even bruise, and I’ll die of exhaustion.

Without missing a beat, Qi Yuan summoned the Abyssal Condensation Sword from his inventory. Gripping the hilt, he began circling the massive head, hunting for a weak point.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

He unleashed a flurry of strikes against the Asura King’s skull. Sparks showered the air with a cacophony of ringing metal, but the blade didn’t leave so much as a scratch.

Compared to the mountainous bulk of the Asura King, the four-foot-long Abyssal Condensation Sword was little more than a silver toothpick. It simply lacked the mass to deal critical damage.

To make matters worse, after having its tongue grazed by a lucky thrust, the Asura King wised up. It clamped its jaw shut and squeezed its eyes tightly closed, refusing to expose its soft tissues or make another sound.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. Is this defense even legal?”

Staring at the impenetrable layer of dense, crimson scales locking the Asura King down like a biological fortress, Qi Yuan felt a headache coming on.

But then, his eyes wandered downward. Through a narrow gap between the stone steps and the monster’s wedged torso, he could faintly see the Asura King’s trapped lower half dangling helplessly on the other side…

A wildly inappropriate, utterly wicked light sparked in Qi Yuan’s eyes.

Smirking, he tapped his finger against the hilt of the Abyssal Condensation Sword, silently tracing a series of highly specific, surgical instructions into the weapon’s consciousness.

The moment it received its orders, the Abyssal Condensation Sword vibrated with dark, eager glee. It shot out of his hand like a guided missile, diving straight through the narrow gap in the stairs.

A few breaths later, the Asura King—who had been stubbornly playing dead—violently convulsed.

Its eyes snapped open, bulging so far out of their sockets they threatened to burst. A harrowing, pitch-breaking shriek tore from its throat. It was a sound of absolute, mind-shattering agony, echoing with the terror of a fundamentally undignified end.

“AHHHHHH! NO! DON’T! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE?!”

The agonizing screams lasted only a few agonizing seconds before cutting off abruptly.

Squelch!

A geyser of pitch-black blood erupted straight up from the Asura King’s throat. With a sickening, wet thud, the colossal titan’s body went entirely limp, the last remnants of its life force completely snuffed out by a devastating strike to its lower vulnerabilities.

A moment later, an azure longsword wobbled drunkenly out from beneath the corpse.

The Abyssal Condensation Sword cheerfully shook off a thick layer of unmentionable filth from its blade, floating back to Qi Yuan like a dog expecting a treat.

Looking at the sword, and knowing exactly where it had just been, Qi Yuan’s face turned a pale shade of green. Fighting down a wave of intense nausea, he threw the weapon back into his storage bracelet with extreme prejudice.

He solemnly swore to the heavens that he would not touch the hilt again until the blade had been bleached and sterilized at least a hundred times.

Hum!

As the colossal corpse of the Asura King dissolved into nothingness, Qi Yuan’s vision suddenly went dark. Streams of mysterious, ancient seal script materialized in the void, flowing into his mind like rivers merging into the ocean. The archaic text instantly assembled itself into a profound, heaven-defying manual:

The Asura Hell-Suppressing Scripture.

……

Meanwhile.

Outside the demonic tower.

The atmosphere across the plaza had completely frozen. Tens of thousands of Demonic Cultivators stood paralyzed, their eyes glassy and staring, their jaws unhinged in absolute disbelief.

High up in the clouds, the reigning monarchs and Elders of The Saint Sect had all shot up from their ornate thrones, their faces painted with varying shades of extreme shock.

It took a long, suffocating minute before someone finally stammered out a complete sentence.

“The Asura King… is… is dead? How is that even possible?!”

That single whisper shattered the spell. The plaza erupted into a volcanic, earth-shaking uproar.

“Tell me I’m hallucinating! A Great Ascension realm Asura King just died like that?!”

“Forget about dying—did you see how it died?! That was an unspeakable backstab! It was completely inhumane! Didn’t you hear its final wail? I couldn’t even bear to watch!”

“Hiss… I didn’t even know you could fight like that. That bastard is way too shameless! Even I, a certified pervert, find this absolutely perverted!”

Countless Demonic Cultivators nodded in pale-faced solidarity. Across the plaza, a significant portion of the male audience instinctively reached around to cup their own backsides, their expressions haunted by the sheer psychological terror of Big Qi’s assassination methods.

Up in the clouds, the Sect Elders were having a completely different conversation.

“Brilliant… absolutely brilliant,” an Elder murmured, his eyes shining. “This Big Qi deliberately provoked the Asura King, luring it perfectly into the unyielding architecture of the stairwell to wedge it tight. Once it was immobilized, he calmly executed it by targeting its only unarmored blind spot… Such profound scheming! What ruthlessly pragmatic methods!”

“Indeed! He cleared every floor of the Moluo God-Slaughtering Tower! While some might call his methods ‘unorthodox,’ the sheer tactical genius he displayed is breathtaking. For our Saint Sect to produce such a monstrous prodigy is the blessing of a lifetime!”

“He truly lives up to his reputation as the Outer Sect’s resident butcher. He has the guts, the brains, and the cruelty! With the Sect’s full backing, he will definitely lead our vanguard and slaughter those hypocritical righteous sects!”

The upper echelon of the Demonic Sect spared no words of praise, entirely misinterpreting a happy accident as a masterpiece of tactical warfare.

A rising star with limitless potential was exactly what the sect needed. The only minor caveat was that this junior was so incredibly vicious and deranged that even these thousand-year-old demonic tyrants felt a lingering chill down their spines.

Amidst the boiling fervor, Sect Leader Shen Honglian narrowed her beautiful phoenix eyes. Gazing at the proud, solitary figure standing victorious at the summit of the tower, a deeply gratified, hungry smile curled upon her lips.