The guards attacked like a bunch of street dogs finding an innocent child alone.
But Julius was not some innocent or a child.
SLAP!
Tyrannical slap unleashed on each, one by one, and they all flew and smashed onto the wall or behind the ditch or trees. None of them were harmed physically, but mentally they were terrorized shitless, leaving only a large handprint on their faces, swollen and pulsing.
"YOU! YOU REBEL! YOU ARE REBELLING!?" Captain Mathias's hand trembled for a moment. The guilt inside him was quickly swallowed by cold, murderous intent.
"Die, you imposter!" Mathias roared, his Foundation Realm aura exploding outward. He did not hold back at all, putting in every ounce of strength. His goal was not only killing Julius but others around him too, leaving no witnesses or proof.
Julius's eyes widened as he could visibly see the traces of energy or Qi flaring, affecting the air around this Captain Mathias. He was in awe to see the cultivation power in action with his own eyes. He wanted to cheer, but this attack was aimed to kill him.
"Tyrannical Slap."
His hand moved faster than anyone could see and struck Captain Mathias's sword.
There was a pause, a clash of power, as everyone saw clearly that the young beggar took on the naked blade with his bare hand. But that was not just any naked blade; it was a blade imbued by a Foundation Realm cultivator's full cultivation base might. Mathias could not believe what he was witnessing. A mere mortal took on his blade using his bare hand.
CRACK! BOOM! SHATTER!
Instantly the blade exploded and shattered, which allowed Julius's hand, the Tyrannical slap, to complete its arc. The air ripped, sending a shockwave that sent Mathias along with the shards of the blade back in his direction. Captain Mathias flew and smashed into the back wall as he let out a grunt, the air in his lungs forcefully pushed out as he fell down.
Everyone was thoroughly scared and terrorized.
The system bombarded him with notifications. Points crossed the 1500 mark even after using 400 points to level up his body to Tyrannical Body Level 02. If Julius wanted, he could upgrade his body again for a third time.
"Mortal... a mortal? How is this possible?" The guard leader was now thoroughly flabbergasted and terrified.
Julius slowly walked towards them as Captain Mathias slowly tried to stand up. Everyone parted for Julius as he came for Captain Mathias.
"YOU! You will not survive even if you kill me!"
"Who said I want to kill you? You gave me so many points, why would I kill my golden goose?"
Julius's words confused Mathias completely. Before he could figure it out or say something, SLAP!
A Tyrannical slap struck his face, sending him splat on the wall again. For a moment he stayed stuck on the wall and then skidded down comically. His face was now swollen with a large handprint, pulsing with pain.
"Who told you to be arrogant in front of me!? Huh?"
SLAP!
One more Tyrannical slap struck his other cheek, sending him back splat on the wall. As he fell down, another slap. "Who told you to be arrogant in front of me!? Huh?" The same dialogue repeated. After that it kept on repeating; Julius kept on slapping, kept on asking who told him to be arrogant in front of him. He kept on slapping until the system stopped giving notifications.
He turned to see everyone's awkward expression. "Ahem... enough milking of the golden goose."
"Huh?" Everyone was now even more confused. Who milks a goose?
He looked up again and his eyes widened in shock. The number had jumped to 2500 points.
"System," Julius immediately called out. "Upgrade my body again. Third level. Buy Tyrannical Body Level 03. Use it on me. I am the target. MUHHAHAHAHAHA!"
[Deducting 800 points. Tyrannical Body Level 03 applied.]
Julius tightened his fist, bracing himself, expecting another wave of heat like the last time. But instead, everything turned cold. Not just a little cold. It was freezing. So freezing that his blood felt like it was turning into ice. His lungs tightened as the cold spread through his chest. Even his thoughts started slowing down, as if his mind itself was freezing.
For a moment it felt like he had been thrown into a deep, frozen abyss. The cold kept pushing deeper into his bones until even his heartbeat started to slow down. It felt like the ultimate cold. Death.
In that brief moment, Julius thought he had gone too far. Maybe he had pushed the system too quickly and his body was not ready for this level of power. Then suddenly everything was gone. In the next instant, he was standing there in front of everyone again, as if nothing had happened at all. The whole thing had taken only a mere moment.
He slowly looked at his fingers. Nothing had changed visually; they were still bony, malnourished, and looked fragile, but he could feel that if he wanted, he could carve stone with his fingers, and if he pinched metal, he would be able to pinch it like clay.
"Bloody hell," he muttered.
Even he felt a little scared of his own strength. If he lost control for even a second, he could seriously hurt someone. His thoughts immediately went to Rurika.
"System," he said quietly in his mind. "Buy Tyrannical Body Level 01 and Level 02 for Rurika and apply them to her. She is the target now."
[Tyrannical Body Level 01 and Level 02 purchased. Host must touch the target before the system can apply the effects.]
"Oh... I have to go back." He had come to get revenge for her, but after beating Captain Mathias, whose face now looked like a pig, swollen red on both sides with eyelids he could not even look past, he was finished here.
"System, are you sure about the no physical damage of the Tyrannical Slap?"
[Yes.]
Julius expected more explanation but did not get one, so he shrugged his shoulders; this villain deserved it anyway.