Wang Lie admitted defeat and agreed to hand over Crazy Dragon.

Everyone was stunned, but not entirely surprised.

Jin Yuanjiang, Xiong Wenhui, and Su Dazhu had revealed some of their strength outside, becoming the focus of discussion.

How could the base leaders, who originally wanted to find out Chen Luo's background, not know?

A wealth of talent was their first impression.

They indeed had the capital to be arrogant.

Wang Lie sat in his seat, his face ashen. Handing over Crazy Dragon was a major blow to him, greatly diminishing his prestige.

He would become the laughingstock of others.

But what could he do?

Confront Chen Luo head-on?

He didn't have the confidence.

He could only make plans after returning.

Crazy Dragon wasn't truly crazy. He knew that Wang Lie was under pressure. He glared at Chen Luo with hatred, left his seat, and turned to run out of the arena.

Xia Haoran blocked his path.

A crazy smile appeared on Crazy Dragon's face. Dare to stop me? I'll kill one of you first.

Xia Haoran expressionlessly threw a heavy punch, aiming for Crazy Dragon's face.

Crazy Dragon only felt a blur before his eyes, and then his face felt like it had been hit by a truck. His nose broke on the spot.

With a "bang," Crazy Dragon was sent flying, his consciousness blurred.

Wang Lie looked at Xia Haoran in disbelief. Crazy Dragon was considered a strongman among level fives, rarely matched, and was considered the second-best fighter in his base.

And he was taken care of with one punch?

This Xia Haoran was at least level six, and as for level seven, Wang Lie didn't dare to think about it.

He couldn't tell that this cold-faced, somewhat thin young man was also a powerhouse.

The others also looked at Xia Haoran in shock. How many strongmen did Chen Luo's base have?

They must have some people staying behind to guard the home base, right?

Xia Haoran stepped forward and, with a few heavy punches, crippled Crazy Dragon's limbs, turning him into a useless person.

Xia Haoran didn't kill Crazy Dragon directly, not because he couldn't bring himself to do it, but because he thought Deng Xianhong must hate Crazy Dragon intensely.

Wouldn't it be more satisfying to hand over the crippled Crazy Dragon to Deng Xianhong to deal with?

With such thoughtful service, how could Big Brother's business not be good?

Xia Haoran said, "Mr. Deng, this man is crippled. You can dispose of him as you wish."

Deng Xianhong approached Crazy Dragon with a sneer.

Wang Lie only felt a burning sensation on his face. This was simply a slap in the face.

Chen Guang smiled and said, "Our base is really strong. With enough compensation, we can help you do anything."

With such an example, many people believed it. Wang Lie was a local tyrant, but here he had to obediently hand over a person and didn't dare to utter a single fart?

If there were any unsolvable troubles in the future, they could really try finding Chen Luo.

Chen Luo thought about it. This wasn't enough. Crushing a small ant was nothing to brag about.

Chen Luo said with a smile, "I think some people must think I'm too arrogant, and maybe they have some doubts about my strength."

"I don't want people to come looking for trouble with me, so to avoid some people throwing their lives away, I'll tell you the truth."

"I'm laying my cards on the table. I'm a level eight."

Yes, Chen Luo was indeed afraid that some people wouldn't know what's good for them, leading to him killing too many people.

Actually, Chen Luo didn't like killing people. He wasn't a murder maniac.

Although Chen Luo could deal with level ten, he was actually only level eight.

Ahem, Chen Luo didn't like lying.

As soon as he said, "I'm laying my cards on the table. I'm a level eight," the whole place exploded. Everyone looked at Chen Luo in disbelief.

How was that possible!

Level five was already an elite among elites, and level six was the strength of a local tyrant, like Wang Lie.

With each level difference, there was a very big gap in strength. Higher than a local tyrant by two levels?

That was equivalent to a duke comparing himself to an emperor.

Almost everyone couldn't believe that Chen Luo was already level eight.

Kuang Lei was also in the venue, his mouth wide open. Level eight?

I guess I should thank him for not taking my level six crystal?

If it were me, I would have definitely taken it.

What a good person.

Kuang Lei believed that Chen Luo was level eight because he had personally seen Chen Luo take out a pile of high-level crystals. Any one of them was something he had never seen before.

Wang Lie was also stunned. Impossible, absolutely impossible. When will I ever reach level eight?

I have to watch Chen Luo's face for a long time?

With this strength, who would dare to conspire with me to deal with him?

At this moment, a man cautiously said, "Chief Chen, what is the strength of level eight like? I'm very curious. Could you show it to us?"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just curious. If Chief Chen doesn't want to, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Yes, what was the strength of level eight like?

Two levels higher than the current local tyrant.

Seeing is believing.

Everyone was indeed extremely curious, staring at Chen Luo without blinking.

Chen Luo thought about it, and it was true that he should show it off.

I don't have many abilities. Relying solely on my physical body wouldn't be very shocking. These people don't know the goods and can't tell the difference.

Chen Luo's eyes rolled, and he had an idea. He would use this Wang Lie as an example.

Wang Lie would definitely cause trouble in the future. I'm afraid of trouble, so I'll solve it while I'm at it.

Mi Ling's stepping stone. There will be plenty of awesome zombies in the future. I don't need Wang Lie.

If I killed Xia Haoran, Shu Yun, or someone like that, it wouldn't be good. Mi Li might not be able to master the resurrection technique.

Knowing that this person will bring trouble and still keeping him around is not my style, Chen Luo.

Chen Luo said with a smile, "Since everyone is curious, then I'll satisfy everyone."

Chen Luo unexpectedly asked Deng Xianhong again, "Little Deng, how is your hatred for Wang Lie?"

Deng Xianhong blurted out, "I wish he would die too, but I know that one level seven crystal is not enough."

Chen Luo praised him inwardly, "He knows what's up."

Wang Lie instantly had a bad feeling.

Chen Luo chuckled, "Mr. Deng is our first customer. To thank him for his strong support of our work, I've decided to offer a buy-one-get-one-free deal."

Buy-one-get-one-free?

What did that mean?

Chen Luo coughed and said, "Everyone, open your eyes and look at Mr. Wang Lie. I've decided to give Mr. Wang Lie to Mr. Deng Xianhong as a free gift."

In an instant, everyone's eyes focused on Wang Lie.

Wang Lie was shocked and stood up abruptly. Damn it, he's going to attack me.

Wang Lie wanted to escape, but he couldn't.

The next second, his head and body were separated, and his body fell straight to the ground, while his head instantly appeared in Chen Luo's hand.

There should have been a lot of blood, but miraculously, Wang Lie didn't splatter any blood at all.

Chen Luo used a different kind of Void Banishment to transfer Wang Lie's head to his hand.

In other words, it was telekinesis, which Chen Luo mastered after being inspired by Void Banishment.

A "kind" smile appeared on Chen Luo's face.

"Everyone, did you see that?"

Wang Lie, a local tyrant, was beheaded just like that?

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines, and a cold air rushed from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

Some people were so scared that they collapsed in their seats, while others stared blankly, terrified.

There were also people who swallowed hard, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at Chen Luo.