Chapter 0038: This Viscount Has Always Convinced People with My Virtues

Cellblock 7 was deep inside Smoke Signal Mountain, with heaps of strange cliffs and jagged rocks. Hence, the chances of finding Scarlet Steel Rock were much higher.

The prisoners here weren’t fewer than in block 68; in fact, it housed more felons than the latter. Besides the prisoners from the Xia Dynasty, there were also captives from the barbarian tribes. All of them were at least Consummate Grade Foot Soldiers; the chains on their feet were twice as thick as those used in block 68. These were shackles that a man could not break with pure brute strength.

The Black Ape Gang ruled the prisoners here, and Black Ape, one of the seven big shots, was also assigned to this block.

It wasn’t to say that those imprisoned in block 7 were weaker than their counterparts in the blocks ahead of theirs. The prisoners within these few blocks were all on a par, except for blocks 1 and 2.

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One could thus imagine how strong Black Ape was to be hailed as one of the seven big shots in the entire mountain prison.

When Yang Wu reached block 7, he saw many tough and strong felons digging hard. Their speed was considerably faster than that of the prisoners in the block he came from. The rocks were flying at rocket speed as they dug along, a solid testimony to their power and strength.

Several prisoners glanced over when the young man arrived on the scene. They all had a frivolous look in their eyes, obviously thinking very little of this fledgling.

“This guy here looked so tender. I wonder if he had his ass deflowered? If not, I don’t mind having a go to see how it feels.”

“Old Yellow Head, don’t scare the boy off with your gaping teeth. Let me try him before you.”

“All of you should watch out. This fledgling was brought to our block, so he is probably a wicked fellow as well. Don’t get bitten instead!”

“When someone comes to our territory, be it a dragon or a tiger, he has got play along with us, or he’ll go to hell!”

All these prisoners were sexual deviants, and there was no shortage of homosexuals. Their speech was downright filthy.

“He is Yang Wu from block 68, the kid who slaughtered Centipede and hurt Li Futu. Now, all of you, do remember to take good care of him!” After this loud announcement, the guard revealed a sinister smile and then walked away.

Yang Wu furrowed his brows and glanced at the guard. He could sense a wave of hostility.

He knew his coming to block 7 would not result in anything good, but to be openly set up by the guard was still infuriating.

Is this the work of Meng Helang or Lie Ziying? he wondered to himself as he clenched his fists tight.

Right then, a few prisoners gathered around him with sly smiles on their faces.

The one leading the rest spoke up, revealing a row of yellow teeth. “Brat, were you the one who murdered that piteous Little Centipede? Do you know he was one of our Black Ape Gang’s men? He might be a minion, but it’s not your place to kill him!”

Looking at this yellow-toothed prisoner with his gang, Yang Wu persuaded fawningly, “Kind brothers, don’t believe the gossip you hear. This weak physique of mine wouldn’t have the power to murder anyone. I’ve been framed; that’s all. How about letting me off?”

“Hehe! We can let you off, but you’ve got to strip, quick, and let our gang of brothers here ream your butt. After that, you can call us ‘brothers,’ and of course, we won’t make things difficult for you anymore.” The yellow-toothed prisoner snickered.

“That’s not a bad idea, Old Yellow Head. It’s as you said!” Another prisoner agreed.

“Sorry, but I don’t have the habit of running around naked. If everyone here has this interest, why don’t you demonstrate on the spot now? I don’t mind watching and learning!” Yang Wu retorted.

“Humph, how dare you play dumb in front of me?” The yellow-tooth prisoner snorted and waved to his gang around him. “Whoever can strip him bare first will have him for your pleasure. Let him die from the pleasure!”

“Let me start first. I’ve not been at it for a while!” A rather scrawny prisoner screamed for dibs and lunged at Yang Wu. The former was nimble like a spirit monkey and was already standing in front of Yang Wu in a flash, extending his arms toward the latter’s chest.

After that scrawny prisoner spoke, energy surged through Yang Wu’s body, and he exerted some force with his hands. Two distinctively crisp sounds of bone cracking rang out simultaneously, followed by a miserable cry akin to a pig being slaughtered, thoroughly disturbing the peace and quiet.

Yang Wu pried open the arms of this prisoner, picked him up, and brandished him several times before sending him flying. The man landed heavily on the ground, sending loose rocks splattering and kicking up dust.

The yellow-toothed prisoner licked his lips with a sinister air. “This fellow indeed lives up to being someone who can deal with Little Centipede. He’s got some tricks up his sleeve! Come, everyone, let’s take him down together. Then, we will rip off his shorts and take turns!”

“I can see that Black Ape is as much of a pervert as you lot. Alright, then, this viscount will knock some sense in all of you today!” The young man initiated a fight as he walked up to them.

Right now, his battle hunger was raging within him. He would pound a place for himself in this block. Now, he’d see who dared to bully or humiliate him, scold or hit him, or even try to kill him. He would do the same in return—bully, humiliate, scold, hit, and kill!

The young man felt he had become rather vindictive, but who wouldn’t? After all, he was no saint, was he?

Standing tall and proud like a dragon, with his back hunched like a turtle, he took this stance to greet the first two prisoners coming to get him. Without a second word, they swung their crowbars straight at his head.

He reacted quickly, catching one of the crowbars without trouble. Throwing the attacker aside, he used the weapon to block the second crowbar. The two crowbars collided, throwing sparks everywhere.

Yang Wu leaned forward with his back as strong as a mountain, sending the other party flying backward and spurting blood. Then, he used a leg like a tail, striking the other attacker in the face and deforming it.

Another three prisoners caught him in a pincer attack. One swung at his head, the second aimed for his belly, while the last tried to restrict his lower limbs’ action. The trio moved in remarkable unity, determined not to let the young man get away this time.

Alas, their attack was so flawed in Yang Wu’s eyes that they could hardly touch him.

He just waved the crowbar in his hand, executing Dark Clouds Covering the Sky to strike them hard.

“Aaah! Argh!”

As Yang Wu bashed up the next few prisoners, the yellow-toothed prisoner shuddered involuntarily. This seemingly harmless young man was tougher than he had reckoned.

Resting his crowbar on his shoulder, Yang Wu smiled and said to the frightened, yellow-toothed prisoner, “There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’m a viscount who has no interest in low-class prisoners like you. Bring me to Black Ape, and let’s see who is more suitable as the boss of block 7. This viscount has always convinced others with my virtues.”

After finishing his sentence, he didn’t wait for his yellow-toothed opponent to answer but swung his crowbar straight at the latter’s face, knocking out all the yellow teeth in one go. An agonized scream followed as fresh blood gushed forth.

These few prisoners were already Superior Grade Foot Soldiers, but none of them was a match for Yang Wu.

As he walked forward with his crowbar in his hand, dozens of prisoners rushed toward him. Some of them were already Inferior Grade Warriors.

“Brat, do you really think you’re powerful enough to take over the reins? This is the territory of the Black Ape Gang. Even a dragon or a tiger would need to kowtow to us here!” a Warrior prisoner roared as he lifted a boulder weighing five hundred kilograms and hurled it at the young man.

A Superior Grade Foot Soldier had ten stones of strength, so lifting a five-hundred-kilogram boulder was no trouble at all. But hurling one far away would require a cultivator at no less than the Warrior Realm.

The boulder rolled and crashed with great ferocity.

“This is a good time to test the power of Spiraling Waves Splitting Palm!” Yang Wu muttered to himself. With his eyes sparkling, his palm moved quickly to strike the oncoming rock.

The twelve major meridians, the minor meridian, and the forty-five unblocked acupoints flashed all at once. Profound Energy gushed, circulating in his body like a raging river before concentrating in both palms to greet the force of the boulder head-on.

Bang!

The boulder disintegrated in an instant!

Right then, even more prisoners swarmed him, some hurling rocks at him, the rest swinging crowbars or stakes.

These prisoners did not fight fair. As long as they could get their opponent on the ground, they would be considered the victor.

I haven’t had a good fight since reaching the Warrior Realm. Today is a good time to see just how much potential this block 7 holds! Yang Wu clenched the crowbar in his hand and circulated the Supreme Nine Profound Art. When combining this cultivation technique with the Dragon Turtle Water Suppression Stance, he was like a fish in water as he burst out with a torrent of stabs toward his attackers, using the Rainstorm Spear Art.

His body had undergone a baptism after drinking from the earthly spirit spring, so his five senses were unusually sensitive and alert. He saw through all their moves and could thus weave among them with ease, knocking them down with one blow as they yelled and displaying extraordinary combat prowess.

One by one, the prisoners were beaten down, but that did not deter the rest. On the contrary, it aroused their fighting spirit; they couldn’t wait to tear him apart.

The young man was no invulnerable expert, though. Under siege, he was starting to sustain hits. First, a crowbar battered his back; then, a rock smashed into his shoulder. If not for reaching the point where he could coat his body in a Profound Energy barrier, he would not just be gritting his teeth from the pain.

Rolling Thunder Shifting Winds!

Torrential Downpour!

The more he fought, the more tenacious he became. He was so skillful with the Rainstorm Spear Art by then that the crowbar was bursting out with clumps of Profound Energy. With brutal force, he broke the heads of each and every one of the prisoners in just one exchange!

On top of a distant mountain, a rugged man looking like an invincible iron tower saw this scene all too clearly. Smiling faintly to himself, he muttered, “If this fellow can fight all the way to the foot of this mountain, then he’s worthy of fighting me—Black Ape!”