Crazy System! Turning Me Into an Unrivaled God!

10.

In a split second…

Fang Zhe’s body vanished from where he stood. Not truly disappearing, but moving at a speed that surpassed human visual reaction.

Both men’s eyes widened instantly.

“What?!”

But they didn’t even have time to turn their heads. A sharp gust of wind had already brushed past the first man’s face.

WHOOSH!

Fang Zhe had already appeared at his side. His movement was so light, almost soundless.

The man only realized it when Fang Zhe’s shadow entered the corner of his vision.

“Too fas—”

PAK!

A palm strike slammed into his wrist.

The knife in his hand was instantly knocked away.

CLANK!

The metal blade spun in the air before falling onto the stone path.

But Fang Zhe didn’t stop. His right elbow rose.

PAAK!

It struck directly beneath the man’s ribs.

“UGH—!”

The man’s breath was immediately knocked out of him. His body bent forward uncontrollably.

But Fang Zhe had already moved again. His leg swept in a half-circle.

BAM!

The low kick slammed into the man’s knee.

CRACK!

His leg buckled instantly.

He dropped to his knees, face pale. All of it happened in less than two seconds.

At the same time—

The second man had just turned around, only to see his partner already collapsing. His eyes widened.

“So fast!”

But he quickly reacted. He swung his knife toward Fang Zhe’s neck.

SWISH!

Fang Zhe merely tilted his head slightly. The blade passed just centimeters from his face. His cold eyes locked onto the man.

Then…

His hand moved—extremely fast.

GRAB!

He caught the man’s wrist. The man tried to pull his knife back.

But Fang Zhe’s grip was like an iron clamp. It didn’t budge at all.

“What—?!”

Fang Zhe twisted his wrist slightly.

KRAK!

A sharp sound of a joint twisting echoed.

“AAARGH!”

The knife slipped from the man’s hand. But Fang Zhe wasn’t done. He yanked the man forward.

Then—

BAM!

His head slammed into the man’s face with a powerful headbutt.

Blood instantly sprayed from the man’s nose. His body staggered backward.

But Fang Zhe stepped forward again. His movements were like a shadow clinging close.

His left fist shot forward.

THUD!

The punch struck the man’s abdomen. The air was forced out of his lungs with a harsh sound.

“GHH—!”

His body lifted slightly off the ground before dropping to his knees.

Meanwhile, the first man—his knee cracked—tried to stand again.

He reached for his fallen knife. But when he raised his head—

Fang Zhe was already standing in front of him, his foot pressing down on his hand.

“You—”

KRAAACK!

Fang Zhe applied pressure, a sharp sound ringing out clearly.

The knife was sent flying again.

Then, with a light motion…

Fang Zhe’s foot shifted, pressing down on the man’s shoulder.

BAM!

His body was slammed back onto the ground. Fang Zhe’s foot now pressed firmly on his wrist again.

“ARGH!”

The man groaned in pain.

Meanwhile, his partner—nose bleeding—tried to rise again.

He attacked with a desperate punch.

WHOOSH!

Fang Zhe merely turned his head slightly. Only his hand moved like lightning.

GRAB!

The man’s fist was caught mid-air.

Fang Zhe twisted his body—

Then—

BAM!

He threw the man over his shoulder.

The man’s body crashed hard onto the garden grass. Dust and bits of grass scattered instantly.

A few seconds later…

Both men were already lying on the ground, gasping for breath. They didn’t even seem capable of standing.

Meanwhile, Fang Zhe still stood calmly on the stone path.

His breathing hadn’t even changed—still steady.

The night breeze blew again, gently moving a few strands of his hair.

He looked at the two men with a blank expression.

Then he walked closer. His steps were relaxed, as if what had just happened was nothing more than a light exercise.

He stopped in front of them.

“Now,” he said softly.

His gaze lowered toward them.

“Still want to confirm something?”

The two men glanced at each other. Their faces were filled with fear. One of them swallowed hard.

“We… were just following orders.”

Fang Zhe tilted his head slightly.

“Whose orders?”

But the man let out a bitter laugh.

“You think we’d talk?”

Fang Zhe stared at him for a few seconds.

Then…

He let out a small sigh.

“What a pity.”

He turned around.

As if he had already lost interest.

But just before he took a step—

A transparent panel suddenly appeared in front of his eyes once again.

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[ System Activated ]

Target: Two individuals from the Brata family

Threat Level: Low

More text slowly appeared.

[ Target Emotional Analysis ]

Fear: 90%

Hostility: 18%

Killing Intent: 1%

The appearance of the panel made Fang Zhe narrow his eyes slightly.

Meanwhile, behind him…

The two men realized the same thing. The one with the bleeding nose whispered to his partner.

“We… we have to report this…”

His partner swallowed nervously.

“Yeah…”

His eyes were still fixed on Fang Zhe’s back.

“This man… isn’t normal.”

But Fang Zhe, who had already seen their identities through the system panel, smirked faintly. Then he bent down in front of them.

“Report? Report to Young Master Brata, you mean?”

The two men were instantly shocked. They could only stare at each other, unable to speak.

In that silence, one of them finally gathered the courage to speak.

“H-how do you know… that we’re sent by Young Master Brata?!”

Fang Zhe smirked again.

“Earlier today, I did have a conflict with Young Master Brata… but I really didn’t expect him to start investigating me so quickly.”

He paused slightly, his gaze turning colder.

“What a shame… the ones he sent are just trash like you.”

Seeing Fang Zhe standing there, something about his movements suddenly felt familiar.

The two of them were about to open their mouths—to shout.

But it was already too late.

KRAAACK!