I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

"You're asking for it!!" he roared, his arm muscles bulging as he sprang to his feet, ready to tear this reckless guy to shreds!
However, he forgot, or rather, ignored it in his extreme anger.

He also had a chip implanted in his brain that limited his power!

Moreover, these are punitive chips with potentially higher levels of restriction!

The moment he mobilized power beyond what was allowed, a tearing pain, far more intense and penetrating to the bone and soul than that experienced by ordinary miners, exploded in the depths of his brain as if a thousand steel needles were exploding simultaneously!

"what!!"

The muscular man, who had just propped himself up halfway, slammed back heavily to the ground, letting out a shrill, inhuman scream.

He clutched his head with both hands, veins bulging on his forehead, his eyes bulging, and saliva drooling uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth, mixed with nosebleeds, making him look utterly miserable.

The chip's punishment was like the cruelest instrument of torture, locking away all his anger and power, leaving him only with boundless pain.

At this moment, Zhang Yangqing slowly opened his eyes.

He looked down at the muscular man lying at his feet, writhing and convulsing in agony like a lump of mud. His face was expressionless, except for a barely perceptible hint of mockery deep in his eyes.

Then, he slowly stood up, as if he were just stretching his muscles after sitting for a long time.

Then, under the stunned and incredulous gazes of all the miners around him, he raised one foot and, lightly but with an undeniable force, stepped on the side of the muscular man's head, which was covered in blood and dust.

He didn't crush it hard; he just stepped on it as if it were a roadside stone.

After doing this, he even had time to bend down and pat off non-existent dust from his other shoe.

The entire cell, no, even the miners in the neighboring cells who could see what was happening here, fell into a deathly silence!

Everyone was utterly shocked by this incomprehensible scene before them!

They had no idea how Zhang Yangqing had done it!

Without any warning or contact, the muscular man fell down on his own, and when he tried to retaliate, the chip punishment kicked in?

Was all of this part of the seemingly ordinary miner's calculations?

For Zhang Yangqing, the principle is actually very simple.

With everyone's power restricted by chips, the competition is no longer about absolute strength, but about the ultimate control and application of that strength.

The chip sets a power limit, which is a threshold. Below this threshold, the device can move freely.

What Zhang Yangqing had to do was strike the opponent's most vulnerable balance point with an extremely subtle force, far below the chip's trigger threshold, at the moment when the opponent was completely unprepared and their center of gravity shifted, causing them to lose their balance and fall.

This requires an unparalleled understanding of human anatomy, mechanics, and timing.

As for the muscle man's later chip backlash, that was purely his own doing, caused by his extreme anger and attempt to unleash power beyond his limits.

For a muscular man, this is undoubtedly a great humiliation!
His head was being trampled on by a lowly slave!
The rage in his heart almost burned him to ashes, but the angrier he became and the more he tried to break free, the more intense the pain brought by the chip became, making it difficult for him to even move a finger. He could only lie on the ground like a dead dog, enduring both physical and mental torment.

The mocking smile on Zhang Yangqing's lips was particularly glaring under the dim light.

The miners watching this scene had mixed feelings.

On the one hand, seeing the core disciples who were usually high and mighty and treated them like dirt in such a sorry state, they couldn't help but feel a secret sense of pleasure and satisfaction.

But on the other hand, there is even more deep worry and fear.

This new guy is incredibly bold!
You're having a good time now, but what about later?
Once this guy is released from punishment and regains his strength and status, won't he be able to crush you with a flick of his finger?
In that case, it might implicate everyone in the cell!
Time passed in an eerie silence.

A few hours later, the order to go out mining for the second time came.

The middle-aged overseer reappeared, announcing that they would still be heading to Mine Area Seven. This time, there were no slots for charioteers, but those who performed exceptionally well would receive extra, relatively delicious food as a reward. It was certainly much better than the rice balls they were currently eating.

The middle-aged supervisor naturally also saw the muscular man sprawled in the corner, looking like a dead dog.

He frowned, a barely perceptible look of disgust flashing in his eyes, and waved for two guards to come forward and roughly drag the muscular man up.

"waste."

The middle-aged overseer muttered a curse under his breath, clearly disliking the demoted core disciple.

He checked the muscular man's condition and shackles, then nodded to a guard holding an instrument next to him.

The guard stepped forward, scanned the muscular man's head with a device, and pressed a few buttons.

The muscular man shuddered, the pain on his face quickly fading, replaced by a look of utter exhaustion, but his eyes immediately regained their fierceness and venom.

Clearly, the chip restriction in his brain had been temporarily lifted, restoring most of his power, with the time limit also being three hours.

After the restrictions were lifted, the muscular man immediately stretched his neck and wrists, his joints cracking.

He didn't look at the middle-aged overseer; his eyes, like those of a hungry wolf, were fixed on Zhang Yangqing in the crowd, his killing intent undisguised.

With a middle-aged supervisor present, the muscular man naturally dared not cause any trouble.

But he had already made up his mind.

Just like last time, the miners, escorted by overseers and guards, arrived once again at the eerie entrance to Mine Area No. 7.

As the overseers left, the miners began to disperse in twos and threes and enter the mine shaft.

But this time, almost all the miners, without prior arrangement or notice, distanced themselves considerably from Zhang Yangqing and the muscular man.

They glanced at each other out of the corner of their eyes, feeling a mixture of anticipation for conflict and fear of being caught in the crossfire.

Logically speaking, now that the overseer is gone and the muscular man has regained the strength of a core disciple, even with his injuries, his muscular physique and the aura he exudes are clearly beyond the capabilities of an ordinary miner.

Zhang Yangqing, on the other hand, still looked as thin, pale, and taciturn as ever.

I reckon one punch from the muscular guy would be enough to kill this arrogant fool.

The muscular man indeed blocked Zhang Yangqing's path, his tall figure obstructing his way.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking, and a ferocious smile spread across his face: "Kid, you've got guts, you're not running away?"

He thought Zhang Yangqing would be so frightened that he would turn around and run away, but he didn't expect the other party to just stand there calmly, not even bothering to look at him.

Zhang Yangqing definitely didn't look at him.

His gaze seemed to be directed into the depths of the mine, yet it also seemed as if he wasn't looking at anything at all.

He had no interest in showing off to such a minor character.

This complete disregard is itself the highest level of contempt and provocation.

The muscular man was completely enraged by this attitude.

"You're asking for death!" he roared, refusing to waste any more words. His right fist, accompanied by a whistling sound, slammed straight towards Zhang Yangqing's face without any fancy moves!

This punch was powerful and heavy, enough to split a monument and shatter a stone!
He wanted to smash this lowly commoner's head with one punch to vent his hatred! (End of Chapter)