The air seemed to suddenly freeze at this moment, and even the breeze stopped blowing.

That long-faced Mohawk guy still hadn't realized just what a huge disaster he had caused; he still stood with his hands on his hips, looking smugly at the biscuit crumbs on the ground, and arrogantly hollered: "Eat, eat, eat... Eat your mother's head, let's see what you're going to eat now."

The other two delinquents, that non-mainstream punk and that semi-bald sissy, had also closed in from the left and right by this time.

"Boss, why bother talking nonsense with him? Just cripple this brat and let him know how powerful our brothers are."

The non-mainstream punk clenched his fists, a cruel smile appearing on his face as he prepared to make a move.

However...

"You..."

An extremely low, hoarse whisper, as if coming from the nethermost depths of hell, suddenly resounded in the air.

Zijing Cheng slowly lowered his head.

Those purple bangs hung down, covering more than half of his face, making it impossible to see his expression at the moment.

But the lazy, harmless aura that originally emanated from his body completely vanished at this very instant, like melting snow and ice.

Replaced it was an extremely terrifying, violent, and chilling aura to the extreme, like substantive black mist spreading wildly around Zijing Cheng as the center.

"It fell on the ground... and got dirty, huh..."

Zijing Cheng's voice didn't have a trace of fluctuation, as flat as if he were stating an extremely trivial fact.

But it was precisely this extreme flatness that made the hearts of the three delinquents surrounding him violently contract, and an uncontrollable chill shot straight up their tailbones to their crowns.

"My... limited-edition strawberry sandwich cookies..."

Zijing Cheng slowly raised his head.

Those originally half-drooping purple eyes were now completely wide open.

However, there were no emotional fluctuations belonging to humans in those pupils, only emptiness, dead silence, and an endless abyss capable of devouring everything.

He looked down condescendingly at the three ant-like fellows in front of him, the corners of his mouth splitting into a gruesome arc.

"It really is... unforgivable..."

"I want to... crush... all of you... to pieces..."

The moment his voice trailed off.

The two delinquents who were just about to rush forward and make a move—that non-mainstream punk and that semi-bald sissy—only felt a purple shadow flash before their eyes.

They hadn't even managed to see the other's movements clearly.

They only heard two muffled, loud thuds of "snap" "snap".

Zijing Cheng's two palms, as huge as cattail fans and filled with terrifying power, had already clamped like iron pliers tightly onto the crowns of their heads.

"What?!"

The two didn't even have time to let out a gasp of surprise.

The muscles in Zijing Cheng's arms bulged abruptly, and his veins protruded like coiled dragons.

Amidst the extreme horror in the eyes of that long-faced Mohawk guy and the girl not far away.

Zijing Cheng actually relied solely on the power of a pair of hands to grab the heads of the two delinquents, abruptly lifting these two living people weighing over 140 catties off the ground as if pulling up scallions.

Ahhhhh...

The excruciating pain as if their scalps were about to be forcefully torn apart caused the non-mainstream punk and the semi-bald sissy to instantly let out miserable screams like a slaughtered pig.

Their feet kicked and thrashed wildly in mid-air, and their hands desperately tried to pry open Zijing Cheng's fingers.

However, those large hands clamped on their heads were like they were cast from steel, unmoving.

"Let... Let me go... It hurts so much... My head is going to split open."

The semi-bald sissy cried with tears and snot streaming down from the pain, and his reddish lips were distorted and deformed.

That long-faced Mohawk guy had been completely scared stupid by this scene.

Is... Is this still human?!

To actually grab someone's head with one hand and lift them up?!

This kind of terrifying grip strength and arm strength was simply like a monster.

Zijing Cheng's empty purple eyes glanced coldly at the two people in mid-air.

Afterwards, his wrist violently flicked downwards.

Boom...

Boom...

Two teeth-grating, muffled impact sounds.

The non-mainstream punk and the semi-bald sissy were like two tattered burlap sacks, heavily slammed by Zijing Cheng onto the hard ground.

The huge impact even kicked up a cloud of dust on the ground.

Pht-wah...

The two directly spat out a mouthful of bitter water, their vision darkened, and all the bones in their bodies felt like they were falling apart; it hurt so much that they couldn't even let out screams, and could only roll and wail in pain on the ground.

Gulp...

That long-faced Mohawk guy swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, his legs trembling violently out of control.

Mon... Monster... This is definitely a monster.

Looking at Zijing Cheng's massive figure walking slowly toward him like the God of Death, the long-faced guy's psychological defense line completely collapsed.

"You... Don't come over... I'm warning you, I am..."

While retreating in panic, he put up a bold front while shouting.

However, before he finished speaking.

Zijing Cheng had already stepped in front of him in one stride, and that huge shadow completely enveloped his entire person.

"Noisy..."

Zijing Cheng spat out two words expressionlessly.

Immediately following, he raised his right leg, like a thick battering ram, carrying a whistling sound that tore through the air, and kicked fiercely into the stomach of the long-faced Mohawk guy.

Bang...

How terrifying was the power of this kick.

The long-faced Mohawk guy's body of over a hundred catties was directly kicked so that his feet left the ground, flying backwards with a "whoosh" sound.

He flew a full three to four meters away in mid-air, and then crashed heavily into the wire mesh behind him.

Clatter...

The entire wire mesh was shaken violently by the impact, making a groaning sound of unbearable burden.

The long-faced Mohawk guy slipped down from the wire mesh like a puddle of mud, collapsing onto the ground.

Clutching his stomach, even breathing became extremely difficult, the whites of his eyes rolled up, and he was almost about to faint from the pain.

However, this was only the beginning.

As for the guys who knocked over his beloved snacks, Zijing Cheng had no intention of letting them off so easily.

For the next ten minutes, the entire outdoor basketball court completely degraded into a one-sided Asura hell.

Zijing Cheng was like a prehistoric giant beast breaking into a flock of sheep, displaying the aesthetic of violence that crushed everything.

He walked expressionlessly in front of the non-mainstream punk who was wriggling on the ground, stepped on his back with one foot, then reached out and grabbed his colorful hair, pulling it hard like pulling weeds.

"Ahhhhh... My hair."

Large handfuls of hair along with dandruff were pulled off, causing the non-mainstream punk to twitch all over from pain.

Turning around, Zijing Cheng came before the semi-bald sissy once more.

Looking at the other person's disgusting red lips, a trace of disgust flashed in Zijing Cheng's eyes.

He unceremoniously slapped him across the face.

Slap...

Half of the semi-bald sissy's face instantly swelled into a pig's head, and the teeth in his mouth sprayed out together with fresh blood, causing him to be directly hit and spin twice on the ground.

Screams, wails, and pleas for mercy... resounded through the night sky of the entire outdoor basketball court.

It was truly a case of heaven not responding when called, and earth not answering when implored.

Meanwhile, the girl standing aside had long been completely dumbfounded by this extremely bloody, extremely brutal, yet inexplicably exhilarating scene.

She stood blankly on the spot, her hands tightly covering her mouth, her pretty big eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

She knew that Zijing Cheng was very tall, but she never expected that this silly and cute boy whom she had only met once before and always looked half-asleep and slow-paced would turn out to be terrifying to this extent when he started fighting.

He was simply like an unmatched God of War.

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