My wife is the stand-in.

"Damn it!" The swordsman slapped his thigh, overwhelmed with grief.

"What's wrong with you?"

"What happened to me?" the swordsman gritted his teeth. "I've been dumped!"

As the chivalrous man spoke, he began to cheer on his fellow members of the Gelaohui (brotherhood of heroes):

"Brotherhood, rise up!"

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Imagination Above All Else

The swordsman who was heartbroken at lightning speed temporarily switched sides, but the other swordsmen watching still secretly cheered Amanosaki on.

They had truly suffered under the influence of the Brotherhood for a long time. If the fifteen-story underground building where the teaching area was located hadn't been designed as a living area, unable to support multiple skilled martial artists fighting, many of the onlookers would have already taken advantage of the chaos to kick them while they were down.

Even if they can't take action, everyone still enjoys seeing these bastards get their comeuppance.

Unlike the audience who were in a cheerful and pleasant atmosphere.

Mr. Chili was still standing there manipulating capsaicin when he began to regret his decision.

First of all, perhaps we shouldn't let Sleepyhead be alone with Amanosaki.

'But Sleepy Bug's ability can only be used through direct contact with the opponent, and these guys under my command, besides Sleepy Bug, are all arrogant and domineering; any normal person could tell something's wrong with them at a glance.'

Secondly, there's the capsaicin he relies on, which can quickly disable Amanosaki's visual and respiratory systems, suppressing them before the group teaches Amanosaki a lesson.

However, it now appears that Amanosaki's abilities differ greatly from what was shown in the previous videos, causing his plans to fail.

In the end, Amanosaki arrived too quickly.

"Damn it! Where did this kid learn all this stuff? It's only been a few days! He's a monster!"

He gritted his teeth, glaring hatefully at his disobedient gang members, cursing inwardly: 'Don't you know why I'm the leader? Without me, the gang's fighting strength is reduced by at least half! Your charging into the capsaicin fog is tantamount to tying my hands and feet!'

'What a hopeless case!'

Yes, his plan failed almost entirely.

While Mr. Chili was complaining on this side, Amanosaki on the other side wouldn't let the opportunity slip by.

He realized early on that the most threatening men were those standing in the back row, dressed in suits and leather shoes.

Although I don't understand why this person isn't making a move, he just keeps puffing on his cigarette like a heavy smoker.

However, since he had given him the opportunity, Amanosaki naturally accepted it.

He bent over and bit the leather belt, along with the gag. The gag, stained with strong capsaicin, touched his lips, and the burning pain made him shudder.

Amanosaki used all his remaining magic to strengthen his limbs. In a very short time, his fingers became as strong as steel, leaving ten terrifying marks on the alloy floor, which moved the onlookers.

Amanosaki, who had been crawling on all fours like a wild beast, suddenly sprang out, crouching low to avoid the leader of the gang, and leaped onto the overhead grid in a flash.

Rin Tohsaka snapped her fingers lightly, and the jade hidden in the grid cracked open, releasing the magic within.

The wind howled like a demon, and countless grains of yellow sand, which would never appear in the teaching area, fell from above, sweeping everything in the corridor under the influence of the strong wind.

"Oh no!" Mr. Chili, who was controlling the smoke, cried out anxiously, "Brothers, come back!"

It's too late.

Mr. Chili was busy carefully creating a clean zone around his subordinates, which was easily destroyed by the howling wind.

Thick smoke from capsaicin raged through the corridor, engulfing everyone inside.

Caught off guard, the members of the Gelaohui fell victim to the attack. They covered their eyes, clutched their necks, and collapsed. These arrogant men were accidentally injured by the abilities of their own people.

Only one man, whose entire body had turned into something like granite, and a woman with several daggers floating around her remained standing.

"Complete body mutation and telekinesis?"

Amanosaki was climbing the fence, pondering how to defeat his enemy, when two daggers came against the wind and narrowly struck him beside him.

Looking at the dagger swaying in the wind, Amanosaki broke out in a cold sweat.

He abandoned his superior position, landed back on the ground, and approached his fallen, groaning gang members in a serpentine pattern.

The woman wielding the dagger clicked her tongue, looking somewhat troubled at Amanosaki, who was hiding among her teammates.

The wind in the corridor affected the accuracy of her dagger strike, and she couldn't guarantee that her next strike wouldn't accidentally injure a teammate.

"I come!"

The man, who had transformed into a humanoid granite, stood in front of the woman and walked towards Amanosaki.

Amanosaki sent out his thoughts, and Rin Tohsaka gently beckoned, causing the alloy on the corridor wall to instantly deform and twist into dozens of sharp spikes that emerged.

Granite didn't flinch, its arms crossed to protect its throat, charging like a bull and smashing through all the spikes. The magically formed spikes only shattered Granite's surface, sending countless fragments flying, but they didn't break through its defenses.

Amanosaki gritted his teeth and jumped up, dodging Granite's hand that was grabbing at him. He landed close to Granite's back, the leather strap in his mouth now wrapped around Granite's neck.

Amanosaki suspended his entire weight on the belt, arched his back, pressed against Granite's waist, hooked his legs around Granite's knees from behind, and used an over-the-shoulder throw, using magic-enhanced power, to throw Granite into the air!

Ding Ding!

The woman's dagger struck the fallen Huang Gangyan in the chest and face, but missed Amanosaki. Her face darkened.

"Come on, let's continue."

Amanosaki hid behind Granite, using the hard creature as a human shield, while repeatedly kicking Granite in the back of the neck, trying to knock it unconscious as well.

The woman tried to rescue her teammate who was choked, but Mr. Chili grabbed her shoulders and prevented her from moving.

The leader of the secret society walked past the woman and shook his head at her: "Forget it, move aside. Your fighting style is so unimaginative."

As Mr. Chili said this, he took a long, deep breath, inhaling all the capsaicin in the air into his lungs. Then he raised his hand, pointed at Granite who was being held down by Amanosaki, and said, "Can you let go of me, Brother Wangpao?"

Within the Pao Ge Society, members refer to each other as brothers, hence the Pao Ge Society is essentially a dialectal version of a brotherhood.

Unfortunately, there was no assassin who could leap across rooftops and escape unharmed from a towering building, as long as there was a haystack nearby.

Amanosaki glanced to the left and right, calculating in his mind how long it would take for the people who had fallen to regain consciousness, and gently shook his head: "There are too many of you."

Mr. Chili spread his hands: "I will make all of you brothers stop, and in return, please release Brother Wang and Sleepyhead."

"You think you have that much influence? I just saw them ignoring you and I rushed over."

"They still have that much face."

"...Okay. Rin!"

Rin Tohsaka quickly let go of her foot as if she had stepped on a cockroach, scraping her heel on the ground and leaving a bloody mark.

Mr. Chili said to the woman behind him, "You and Brother Wang take Sleepyhead to see a doctor, and while you're at it, tell everyone else to go home... Listen to me."

The woman glared angrily at Amanosaki and helped up Granite, whose face showed shame.

Rin Tohsaka didn't even glance at the two defeated opponents passing by her; she simply nodded and looked at Amanosaki.

"I always thought that forming cliques within the branch and having my fellow members spar with other heroes would allow everyone to grow together and eventually shoulder the responsibility of leading the branch. Now it seems I was wrong; hothouse flowers really can't withstand the storms."

Mr. Chili took off his suit, unbuttoned his shirt, and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"The adults are right, my thinking was naive. Books like 'Thick Black Theory' are indeed just pretty but useless stuff."

Amanosaki ripped the gag from his mouth, spat out the saliva that was burning his mouth with capsaicin, and frowned as he asked, "What are you babbling about?"

"nothing."

Mr. Chili placed his neatly folded suit aside and stretched his muscles. He had been clean when he unbuttoned his shirt, but when he put the suit down, he looked as if he were covered in oil, like a muscular bodybuilder from a bodybuilding competition.

"Although it may sound like sophistry, I still have to say something." Mr. Chili got into a fighting stance, adopting a standard boxing move. "This is not a good place to fight. The members of the Gelaohui are used to acting recklessly, and they can't unleash their full potential here."

Amanosaki snorted coldly: "When I was in school, my Chinese teacher taught us how to write compositions. He always said, 'Writing compositions is like dancing in shackles. If you can still get a high score, it means your writing level is above average.' I'm passing that sentence on to you verbatim."

"Well, you're right."

Mr. Chili nodded in agreement.

Then he took a sharp step closer and delivered a powerful uppercut.

Amanosaki stepped back, the sharp wind from the punch grazing his chin and sweeping past the tip of his nose.

A burning pain spread across his chin, and a few seconds later, his entire mouth was filled with indescribable agony.

Amanosaki couldn't help but recall his experience of eating hot pot in Chongqing, where, under the guidance of a malicious friend, he ate a mouth full of extremely spicy broth.

It felt as if it didn't belong to me.

His face contorted instantly, as if he were wearing a mask of pain.

"How could that be? I only wiped it."

Amanosaki covered his mouth, hissing and panting incessantly, his face flushed red, and his scalp itchy.

It was a reaction that looked like someone had eaten too much spicy food.

Rin Tohsaka frowned as she watched the two combatants, her fingers constantly rubbing against her chest. Her beautiful face was expressionless, like a thoughtful goddess sculpted by a master craftsman.

Mr. Chili cracked his knuckles and slowly approached: "I'm not criticizing the fact that the Gelaohui (a secret society) lack imagination in their fighting style."

"We heroes rely on superpowers. In addition to increasing the strength of our superpowers, designing how to use them is also a very important part of developing them. Therefore, the training course for heroes includes practical exercises."

"My superpower is to produce capsaicin through my body. The standard unit for capsaicin is SHU. Under natural conditions, the spiciness of a small red chili pepper is 3 to 5, while the so-called ghost pepper is usually between 12 and 100 million. I can currently produce 200 SHU of highly potent capsaicin—of course, I won't synthesize this kind of deadly capsaicin in the teaching area."

Mr. Chili, acting as a science teacher, explained, "If that were all, I would just be a human chili pepper that spews chili smoke. The reason I was able to initiate the formation of the Gelaohui (a secret society) is precisely because of my imagination."

Mr. Chili, flexing his muscles, closed in the instant Amanosaki was distracted. His fist slashed across Amanosaki's arm, the spicy grease seeping into his clothes and penetrating his flesh, injecting intense pain and burning heat.

"Hiss—!" Amanosaki retreated repeatedly, his forearm almost numb with pain.

Mr. Chili said calmly, "I studied combat under many teachers and finally mastered a wonderful boxing technique. This technique can inject a force called internal energy into the opponent's body, causing internal injuries. I devoted myself to research and finally succeeded in fusing my superpower with the boxing technique."

He spread his hands, showing Amanosaki a clump of water that had gathered in his palm: "This is all my sweat. Capsaicin is lipophilic and water-soluble, and sweat is rich in water and a small amount of oil. I just need to sweat all over my body and then throw a punch at the enemy."

As he spoke, he threw a jab: "This way, we can damage vital organs without waiting for the enemy to inhale the capsaicin into their lungs."

"Amanosaki, how much more capsaicin can your body tolerate?"

"call!"

Amanosaki opened his mouth, and saliva, produced in a frenzy by the spiciness, slid down from the corner of his lips.

He had lost control of his salivary glands at this point.

This discomfort reminded him of the bizarre roasted chicken wings he ate as a child.