Chapter Eighty-Seven: Overestimated You

Chapter 87: Overestimated You

A terrifying pressure instantly suppressed his strength.

Viper struggled to turn his gaze, and the moment he saw the man before him wearing a golden mask, his pupils contracted; his heart seemed to stop beating for a split second.

Toward this man, fear far outweighed respect in his heart.

“My king,” he recognized the other, and at the same time, he bit down hard on the tip of his tongue. Under the suffocating pressure, he managed to regain a brief moment of mobility.

Viper fought desperately to escape.

“Courting death!”

The man in the golden mask suddenly threw a punch.

Viper could sense the overwhelming might of his opponent.

The crushing superiority, the other’s mastery of power, was far too strong, far too terrifying. He was powerless to resist, unable to fight back.

The man’s speed was astonishing; in the blink of an eye, the attack was upon him.

Given the strength of the man in the golden mask, one punch could very likely end Viper’s life.

But then—

Suddenly, with a thunderous crash, a golden arm reached out from beyond the wall.

The barrier was shattered, and with that booming sound, the owner of those hands caught his arm.

The man in the golden mask froze in surprise.

The newcomer looked straight at him.

Eyes as dark as night, a proud, commanding presence, and a pair of powerful hands that gripped him tightly.

“Your time is up.”

The man in the golden mask’s pupils shrank; he struck out abruptly.

His fist broke free in an instant, and countless afterimages appeared—his speed was extraordinary.

In a single instant, he unleashed seventy-six punches.

But Shen An’s speed was not to be underestimated.

As his opponent moved, Shen An did the same; their speeds were nearly identical, so much so that others could not hope to see, let alone block, their blows.

Yet as their fists and kicks clashed, each attack was blocked, not a single blow landing on its mark.

Suddenly, both men retreated several steps at the same time.

Shen An looked at his adversary coldly.

“The leader of the Shadow Division—are you the so-called King?”

“That’s right. I truly underestimated you.” The man in the golden mask could not help but admit it; he had indeed misjudged Shen An’s strength.

To possess such formidable power was beyond his expectations.

Not only that, he was certain that even Xu Tianming was likely unaware of Shen An’s true strength.

“You didn’t underestimate me—you overestimated yourself,” Shen An replied indifferently.

He had thought the opponent’s strength was overwhelming, but now that they’d clashed, he realized it was nothing remarkable.

At this moment, Shen An’s confidence grew.

What had just transpired was only a test; he had held back most of his power, a fact known only to himself.

Shen An’s words left the golden-masked man deeply displeased.

Still, he did not argue.

For this sort of verbal sparring, the best response was to teach the other a lesson.

“Heh heh heh… Did you really think I became King of the Shadow Division with only this much strength?”

He suddenly let out a strange laugh.

With that laugh, his body began to change.

His frame expanded rapidly.

At the same time, his arms and legs grew even thicker and stronger.

Now, the man wearing the golden mask stood four meters tall, looking down at Shen An from above.

“Shen An, you’re nothing but a lucky man. Yet luck does not always favor you. If you pledged loyalty to me, perhaps I would spare your life. But you insist on opposing me, failing to see your own limits.”

“You rely on a little strength and think yourself untouchable. Everything you’ve gained is nothing but what I disdain to reclaim. Now, I will show you the price of crossing the Shadow Division.”

Enlarged, the golden-masked man was exceedingly arrogant. He strode forward with a sudden step.

At once, the ground shook.

His strength had become immense—where his foot landed, the earth sank into a deep pit.

Seeing this, Shen An also stamped his foot.

A deeper crater appeared beneath him.

Then, Shen An shot forward.

His arm crashed fiercely against his opponent.

At the same time, the man in the golden mask raised his hand to block.

He utterly looked down on Shen An, and so did not take Shen An’s power seriously.

But the instant he blocked Shen An’s punch, his expression changed abruptly.

A surge of overwhelming force traveled up his arm and into his body.

He was confused, astonished, then furious.

“How is this possible!”

Though his mind was awash with questions, he still had to withstand the punch.

As Shen An’s fist made contact, his arm tensed, muscles bulging powerfully; his right hand suddenly grew in size.

Layer upon layer of force surged across his fist.

These waves of power grew ever stronger, like tides crashing relentlessly upon the shore.

The force advanced in relentless succession, battering his opponent’s body.

At the man’s feet, cracks suddenly appeared in the ground.

The fissures widened as Shen An’s strength poured forth.

The masked man struggled to hold on.

His face flushed red, veins bulging on his hands.

Feeling the power transmitted by Shen An, he could no longer maintain his composure.

The cracks beneath his feet spread wider and wider; within seconds, he would no longer be able to endure.

“You bastard—get away from me!” he roared, strength erupting, his energy surging wildly, and his body expanded again.

Shen An suddenly felt the surge of his opponent’s strength and was forced backwards step by step.

At the same moment, he saw the mask on his adversary’s face, after that furious bellow, split in two and fall to the ground.

His true face was revealed.

Shen An looked at him.

The man before him did seem familiar.

Suddenly, a memory flashed—he recalled a photograph he had seen.

The man in that photo was Sun Wu.

That time, Shen An had instructed Jiang Meng on a task, and the materials needed were at the Sun family estate. During that incident, Jiang Meng had been beaten by Sun Wu.

Afterward, through some documents, Shen An had learned a bit about Sun Wu.

This man was very much like that Sun Wu.

“Sun Li?”

Suddenly, Shen An realized this man’s identity.

Given his age, he could easily be Sun Wu’s father. Among the Sun family’s three generations, aside from the family head, this man could only be Sun Li.

Shen An asked, puzzled.

“That’s right, I am Sun Li, the future master of the Sun family.”

At this point, Sun Li saw no reason to hide any longer.

Things had reached a life-and-death standoff; a disguise was pointless. So long as he killed his opponent, the secret would remain safe. If he failed, Sun Li knew his own life would end here anyway.

Whatever the outcome, there was no need for further concealment.

“The future master? How highly you think of yourself. If you truly were destined to lead the Sun family, there’d be no need to hide who you are.”

Shen An shook his head. When his adversary revealed his true face, he had already guessed part of the truth.

It was rumored that the Sun family patriarch had always looked down on this son, wanting to pass leadership to his grandson. As for the exact reason, Shen An was not yet sure.