My sister died tragically, and now I'm a citizen of my motherland, why are you crying?

Lin Yuan stopped looking at the illusionist and focused his gaze on the iron wall.

"You're calling me a piece of trash?"

Iron Wall's lips twitched.

"You're saying the Thunder Cop died a shameful death?"

Iron Wall took a step back.

"You're saying ordinary people's lives don't matter?"

Iron Wall took another step back.

Lin Yuan took a step forward.

"Then I'd like to ask you—"

He reached out and grabbed the iron wall's right hand.

Iron Wall's pupils contracted sharply.

He tried to pull his hand away, but it seemed welded to Lin Yuan's palm, remaining completely still. He used all his strength, his two-ton body straining to pull back, but Lin Yuan's hand didn't even tremble.

"My hatred."

Lin Yuan's fingers began to tighten.

Can you feel it?

"Click."

Iron Wall's right hand was shattered.

It wasn't that bones were crushed into powder or muscles were pressed into minced meat. Skin was torn, and blood gushed from between Lin Yuan's fingers.

"ah--!!!"

Iron Wall let out a heart-wrenching scream, staggered backward, and crashed into the wall.

His right hand was gone, leaving only a bloody, mangled stump below the wrist, with white bone protruding from the flesh—a horrifying sight.

He collapsed to the ground, trembling all over, his face drained of color.

"My hand...my hand..."

Iron Wall stared at his severed wrist, his mind buzzing.

His body can withstand an impact of ten tons.

This is his ability, the capital that makes him an S-class hero.

His skin density is thirty times that of an average person.

Muscle fibers are more resilient than steel wires of the same thickness, and bones are as hard as titanium alloys.

He has conducted countless tests—a ten-ton hydraulic press can be placed on his arm without breaking his bones.

The anti-materiel sniper rifle was pressed against his temple and fired; the bullet only left a white mark on his skin.

He once stood beneath a collapsed 18-story building, buried under hundreds of tons of rubble for a full forty minutes.

This is his pride, his confidence, and the unwavering faith he has shown in the face of any enemy.

But now, it's just one hand.

The man opposite him crushed his right hand with just one hand.

It's not about ability, skill, or fancy moves.

It's simply about holding on tight.

"No...it's impossible..."

The iron-willed voice was forced out from his throat.

He stared at Lin Yuan's fingers, those fingers stained with his blood, his pupils trembling violently.

"My body can withstand ten tons of pressure... ten tons!"

Do you know what ten tons means?

Even if a truck ran over me, I wouldn't even get a scratch!

You... how could you...?

His beliefs were shattered.

Lin Yuan looked down at him, his gaze as calm as if he were looking at a stone.

"Ten tons?"

He repeated the number.

"It's weaker than I imagined..."

"you……"

Iron Wall's lips twitched, though he himself was unwilling to admit it was fear.

It was not because of a sense of absurdity that surged from the very core of one's being.

He looked at his right hand, which had been crushed into a pulp, and at the muscle tissue peeled off the bones.

Looking at those bone fragments crushed into powder, only one thought came to mind.

That's impossible.

Upon witnessing this scene, Gale immediately moved.

His speed is dozens of times the speed of sound, and he can cross any distance in this secret room in a fraction of a second.

In his world, everything slowed down.

It wasn't that he actually slowed down; rather, he was moving too fast. So fast that everything around him seemed to have been paused.

The screams of the iron wall froze in his throat, the splatter of blood was frozen in mid-air, and the dust was suspended in the air like still stars.

The whole world was as quiet as a painting.

Only he was moving.

This is his domain, his kingdom.

In this world, he is the sole protagonist, the absolute ruler.

No one could track his movements, no one could keep up with his pace, and no one could even touch the hem of his clothes.

A confident smile appeared on Jifeng's lips.

He took a step forward, his body flashing through the secret room like a blur, his hand stabbing straight at Lin Yuan's nape.

In his sense of time, this step took a fraction of a second. In the real world, this time is negligible.

He arrived.

Lin Yuan's nape was less than ten centimeters in front of his fingertips.

"So what if you're the strongest?"

Jifeng sneered inwardly.

"No matter how strong you are, it's meaningless if you can't hit me. I'm the fastest; no one can be faster than me."

His finger pierced out.

Then, he saw it.

Lin Yuan's head was moving.

It's not a rapid movement, but a slow, leisurely rotation.

But in a world of swift winds, this "slowness" itself is the most terrifying thing.

Because his world should be static.

In this world, nothing should move except himself.

But now, Lin Yuan's head is moving. Moving at a speed that Ji Feng can clearly perceive.

Gale's brain buzzed.

"impossible……"

His fingers were still thrusting forward, but Lin Yuan's head had already turned to the side.

His fingertips brushed against Lin Yuan's neck, only scratching a thin layer of skin.

Jifeng's pupils suddenly contracted.

He wanted to back away.

But in his world, before he could even take that step, he saw Lin Yuan's eyes.

Those scarlet eyes were staring straight at him.

Staring at him, the only one who should "exist" in this world.

"you……"

The sound of a gust of wind got stuck in his throat.

A slight smile appeared on Lin Yuan's lips.

"You think you're very fast?"

His voice rang out in the world of swift winds.

Clear, complete sound without any delay.

Gale's mind went completely blank.

In this world, he is the only one who can make a sound.

Because sound takes time to travel, and in his perception of time, the sound hasn't had time to travel from the source to his ears.

But now, he heard Lin Yuan's voice.

This means that Lin Yuan's perception speed is faster than his.

Soon enough that you can speak, move, and look at him normally in his "still world".

Gale's body began to tremble.

In his world, he is an invincible being.

No one can touch him, no one can see him.

But now, the man in front of him can not only see him, but also stroll around in the realm of speed that he is so proud of, as if he were walking in a park.

Lin Yuan extended his hand.

The movements were so slow that Gale could clearly see the movement of every joint of every finger.

But you can't avoid a strong wind.

Because in the instant he tried to dodge, he found that his body could not move.

It wasn't that he was being suppressed by some force, but rather that he wasn't fast enough.

It would take him a fraction of a second to move his body, but Lin Yuan's hand would only take a fraction of a second to reach his throat.

It's an order of magnitude different.