Chapter 1

The other man was both frightened and angry! He bent down to grab a stool beside him. How could Fang Senyan give him the chance? He kicked out, and the man felt a tremendous force in his waist. He couldn't help but fly into the air, then crashed into two wine tables and three people with a bang, rolling several times on the ground, and his waist almost lost consciousness from the pain. This was obviously the result of Fang Senyan holding back.

The young girl was terrified at this time, looking at Fang Senyan, who was slowly approaching like a beast, blood slowly flowing from her forehead, and screamed:

"You, what do you want to do?"

Fang Senyan grabbed her hand. The girl screamed and cried, scratching frantically with her other hand. Fang Senyan slapped her mercilessly, and she struggled even harder. Fang Senyan slapped her again, and this time her voice was hoarse, and her movements became honest. The bar was in chaos, with some calling the police, some sneaking away, and some yelling in anger. But because of the lessons learned by the two flower-protecting envoys, no one dared to provoke Fang Senyan.

"Let her go!" At this moment, a voice suppressing anger came from the bar. Fang Senyan looked back coldly and saw the bar owner Pete aiming with a double-barreled shotgun.

Fang Senyan sneered:

"You don't dare to shoot. If you had the courage to shoot, you wouldn't be here running a small bar."

Fang Senyan grabbed the girl's neck with one hand, then threw her away casually, as if throwing away a broken sack. Of course, there was another crash, and two or three tables and chairs were completely knocked down. Fang Senyan shrugged his shoulders regretfully and said:

"You should lose weight."

Then he crossed his arms and turned to the bar owner Pete, who was full of disbelief, and said lightly:

"You can see it now, right? I'm a ruthless and vengeful bastard. If I were you, I would definitely consider accepting this $200,000 and then taking the suggestion of mixing a glass of Scharzkaneck brandy... This is also the only way to get me to get out of here the fastest."

As he spoke, Fang Senyan had already walked to the seat where he had been sitting earlier and threw the password box over. Pete shook his head and said:

"I can hardly believe that you just came to have a drink."

Fang Senyan said very seriously:

"Reality is often stranger than fiction, sir. Why don't you put down that shotgun and try mixing a glass of Scharzkaneck brandy for me? What will you lose? Don't tell me that you still insist on that damn principle of only mixing three glasses a day. I believe that's just your tool for making money."

Bar owner Pete was speechless. He didn't know what to say at this time. In less than twenty seconds, a glass of Scharzkaneck brandy was pushed in front of Fang Senyan. Fang Senyan stared at this hard-won wine that had made him travel across the ocean, then picked it up and drank it all in one gulp. Finally, he heard the heavenly sound-like prompt from the Nightmare Imprint:

"You drank Scharzkaneck brandy."

"You have successfully completed the milestone: Wine Tasting Master."

"You have obtained the Black Iron Title: Wine Tasting Master. When you drink any alcoholic beverage, you will gain a 6% increase in critical strike rate and an additional 10 points of health regeneration. The effect of increased critical strike rate lasts for 60 minutes."

Looking at the special effect added by this Wine Tasting Master, Fang Senyan breathed a long sigh of satisfaction. If he was most satisfied with this title, it was that when drinking any alcoholic beverage, he would receive an additional 10 points of health regeneration when being healed. This effect seems useless, because unless the contractor is an alcoholic, who would carry alcohol around? And it only increases the healing effect, instead of directly healing.

But because of the existence of Fang Senyan's soul equipment, the Endless Fiery Vodka Jug, Fang Senyan originally only received 25 points of healing when taking a sip of wine. Now, a sip will give him 35 points of health regeneration!

Of course, he also obtained an important piece of information, that is, titles also have grades! It seems that Black Iron grade is the most basic. Fang Senyan then inquired about the Nightmare Imprint, but only obtained the important information that "Titles above Black Iron grade can only be obtained through synthesis." At this time, he had successfully obtained the title and fulfilled his wish, so he didn't want to stay here any longer, and walked out of the bar to leave.

After leaving the bar, Fang Senyan realized that it was drizzling outside, and there was a Maserati sports car parked across from the bar entrance, which should have been driven by the rich lady. A Ferrari sports car suddenly rushed out from the corner in the distance and drove to the bar entrance in an instant. The bright headlights rushed towards Fang Senyan, and the little raindrops were like dense needles weaving a net.

"It's him!" A customer who had just run out of the bar pointed at Fang Senyan and shouted.

Before the Ferrari could stop, a graceful figure wearing white practice clothes rushed out of the car window and kicked Fang Senyan horizontally in mid-air!

This kick was extremely steady and accurate, and the long leg was stretched straight, even stirring up a gust of wind in the air.

Fang Senyan at this time was far from comparable to ordinary people. Even without the support of equipment, his bare attributes of strength, physique, and perception reached terrifying values, several times that of normal people. Fang Senyan raised his elbow to block, but he didn't expect the kicking speed to suddenly increase in mid-air. With a "smack", it swept across Fang Senyan's neck!

If it were an ordinary person, then Fang Senyan would have been kicked away directly, but for Fang Senyan, who also had a terrifying 24 points of physique in the real world, this kick could only make him sway.

However, the white graceful figure propped herself up with her hand, using the rebounding force on her feet to spin gracefully in the air, and then kicked out again. Fang Senyan blocked it in time this time, but the third kick came with a dance-like beauty, followed closely behind, and kicked Fang Senyan's knee. The angle and strength of this kick were just right, so it actually made Fang Senyan lose his balance and fall face down directly.

Fang Senyan's heart moved, and he immediately realized that he had probably encountered the legendary Guoshu (national martial arts) master, or another possibility was that the other party was also a contractor. However, Fang Senyan could feel that although the woman's combat experience and skills seemed rich, she lacked the fierce and savage murderous aura that contractors had struggled through in life and death! Therefore, she couldn't pose much of a threat to him at all.

Despite being unbalanced by this woman, Fang Senyan's powerful strength as a contractor was also displayed. His right hand pressed towards the ground, and he easily made a movement similar to street dance to retreat.

Just as he was about to catch his breath, he realized that this woman had kicked horizontally in front of him again! Once this woman in white practice clothes started kicking, she was like a spinning wheel that never stopped. Even if you tried to block her, she would borrow the force to kick you, like a storm that was suffocating.

This kick kicked Fang Senyan's left cheek mercilessly, and the power contained in it was also quite large, directly kicking Fang Senyan into a somersault and flying out, rolling all over in mud and water. At this time, there was a burst of cheers and sparse applause from the side. The drinkers who had rushed out were all saying how amazing Miss Jin was. The woman smiled slightly, flicked the ponytail tied behind her head, and raised her chin, looking quite proud.

Fang Senyan didn't feel ashamed at all at this time, but felt that Miss Jin's close combat skills were indeed quite practical. Some of the mechanical and obscure points when he previously learned "Sojourn Fighting" were also suddenly understood. He didn't feel anything special after being kicked away, and immediately stood up again, beckoning to Miss Jin.

Miss Jin's heart tightened. Her previous kick had almost been exerted with all her strength. The test in the dojo had already been able to "break five boards." Usually, kicking someone's head would inevitably cause dizziness. She didn't expect that this person, after taking a kick, would stand up as if nothing had happened. And a man beckoning to a woman not only has a contemptuous meaning, but also has a discriminatory and teasing flavor. Miss Jin was immediately furious, and took a running start to aim at Fang Senyan and kicked him in the air with a backhand!

Fang Senyan's strength was far superior to hers. He reached out and blocked lightly, and Miss Jin was only kicked back half a step. And the woman then launched another round of storm-like leg attacks. The people watching seemed to have their breath suffocated, truly fascinated and cheering loudly.

In fact, this was the effect that Fang Senyan wanted. Anyway, he was thick-skinned and didn't care if he was hit a few times. The important thing was to be able to comprehend some combat skills in his fight with her. For Fang Senyan, perhaps this moment of epiphany would determine the victory or defeat of a life-and-death battle! So what did it matter if he delayed a little time at this time?

As the duration of the battle gradually lengthened, even the people around noticed that the battle was probably a little wrong. Although Miss Jin's long legs were still kicking vigorously, she was panting like a princess who had just received three guests. The sound was clearly audible, and her forehead was also covered in hot sweat. In fact, this was quite normal. In the real world, once a fight broke out, it could usually be resolved in one or two minutes. Being able to last for five minutes could be considered a protracted war. What's more, this woman inherently had a disadvantage in terms of physical strength?