Full Awakening: One F is trash, three me

The western part of the city is a gathering place for free martial artists.

This place is a melting pot of all sorts of people, and the air is thick with the pungent smell of sweat, blood, and cheap alcohol.

Yang Han ignored this and returned to the rented house he had stayed in before with ease.

He picked up the black iron rod that he had casually tossed aside last time from the bed.

Since we're already here, there's no reason for us to leave empty-handed.

With the long stick slung vertically on one side of his backpack, Yang Han once again arrived at the C-level buffer door.

After paying 500 Alliance Coins, the heavy alloy door slowly rose.

Yang Han stepped out of the base city's boundaries, this time with much more confidence than before.

The two guards beside him were the same two as before. One of them glanced at the black iron rod on Yang Han's back and frowned slightly.

"brother."

"Huh?" Yang Han was slightly taken aback, not expecting the guard to call him back.

"Is there something you need?"

Yang Han can lower his voice very much, making it sound hoarse and rough.

The guard seemed to remember something and whispered a reminder: "The dangers of the wilderness lie not only in ferocious beasts, but also in people. Brother, it's best to be careful going out so late."

"Thank you for reminding me!" Yang Han cupped his hands in thanks before striding away.

The wind in the wilderness carries the scent of rust and decaying plants.

Instead of rushing to find prey, Yang Han leisurely walked along an abandoned road toward the city ruins marked on the map.

Behind them, two shadows, one tall and one short, trailed in the distance.

"Boss, this kid's back in the wilderness again. He's really diligent." The short man lowered his voice, his tone mocking.

The tall man snorted coldly: "Isn't that perfect? ​​Dealing with him inside the city would be a bit troublesome, but outside the city... hmph."

A cruel glint flashed in his eyes.

"That's right, the heavens are determined to kill this kid! That Star Origin Talent Potion must be on him." The short man's eyes were full of greed.

Soon, the city's historical sites arrived.

This is the closest area to the base city to the ferocious beasts, where fierce-toothed lizards often appear. They are fast and like to travel in groups. Yang Han's speed was his weakness before, so he naturally didn't dare to come to this place.

Yang Han quickened his pace and plunged into the ruins.

His figure was instantly obscured by the dilapidated buildings and high-rises.

"Huh? Where is everyone?"

The two people behind him quickly followed, but stopped at the entrance of the ruins, both of them stunned.

The tall man frowned and looked around: "Damn it, lost him! Is this kid a rabbit? He runs so fast!"

"That's impossible, this place is only so big, he must be hiding somewhere..."

The short man's words came to an abrupt end.

A deadly sense of crisis pressed down on him, and he looked up abruptly.

A dark figure plummeted from the edge of a tall building.

In my field of vision, a pitch-black stick rapidly enlarged, accompanied by a dull whistling sound, and crashed down upon me.

boom!

With a muffled thud, the short man's head slammed into his skull like a watermelon struck by a heavy hammer, causing the skull to cave in.

He didn't even get to utter a scream before his body went limp and he collapsed to the ground, dying instantly.

Warm blood and brain matter splattered all over the tall man's face.

He watched helplessly, his mind completely blank.

In a single encounter, his subordinate, a martial artist at the ninth level of the Transcendent Realm, was... gone?

After the deathly silence of astonishment came a furious rage that surged to the top of his head.

The tall man roared, his blood and energy surging forth.

"Buzz!"

Five faint starlight beams emanated from his body, rapidly flowing along his arms, spine, and other parts of his torso, and a powerful aura far surpassing the Transcendent Realm suddenly spread out.

Meridian Opening Realm! Five Star Meridians!

The terrifying force of nearly five tons caused ripples to appear in the surrounding air.

"You little bastard, I want you..."

Before he could finish his harsh words, Yang Han had already moved.

The ground beneath his feet exploded, and he shot forward like an arrow, the black iron rod in his hand transforming into a dark dragon shadow as he pounced.

A dragon soars through the air, its shadow swirling!

The tall man's expression changed drastically. He hadn't expected that after his opponent's first strike, the attack would become even more ferocious!

He instinctively raised his alloy gauntlets and held them horizontally in front of him.

clang!

The deafening clang of metal clashing together was deafening.

A tremendous force surged from the boxing gloves, instantly causing the tall man to lose all feeling in his arm, his thumb and forefinger splitting open and bleeding profusely.

He was sent flying backward uncontrollably, crashing hard into a large tree behind him.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs spurted out, and the tall man stared intently at Yang Han, his pupils contracting violently with fear.

"What...what kind of power is this?!"

He couldn't understand it.

How could a high school student, an insect he could crush at will, possibly unleash power more terrifying than his own, a cultivator at the Meridian Opening Realm?!

Yang Han didn't give him any time to think.

With a successful strike, the offensive surged forward.

The black iron rod seemed to come alive in his hands, transforming into countless shadows of the rod, each strike carrying immense power, with tricky angles and tremendous force.

The tall man was completely stunned by the beating.

Despite possessing the cultivation level of the Meridian Opening Realm, he was utterly powerless against Yang Han's unreasonable absolute strength and exquisite staff techniques.

Parry? The bones in his arm cracked and popped as the iron rod struck them!

Dodge? The shadow of the stick blocked all his escape routes!

"Snap!"

After another hard impact, the bones in his arm could no longer withstand the force and made a crisp cracking sound.

A sharp pain shot through him, and the tall man screamed in agony as his balance was completely shattered.

Yang Han seized this opening and swept the iron rod across Yang Han's legs, striking Yang Han's knees with pinpoint accuracy.

boom!boom!

With two muffled thuds, the tall man's legs bent backward in an unnatural way, and he collapsed to his knees, unable to stand up again.

The battle is over.

From the moment Yang Han made his move to the moment the tall man knelt down, only a dozen or so breaths had passed.

Yang Han, carrying a blood-stained black iron rod, walked step by step to him, looking down at him with cold, emotionless eyes.

"Who sent you?"

The tall man coughed up blood as he stared in horror at the boy before him.

This isn't a student! It's a madman who crawled out of hell!

"It's...it's the Demon Thieves...we're here...to avenge Tao San and retrieve the potion..."

Tao San?

Yang Han's expression shifted slightly; it must be the young man who was killed by the bald, burly man that night.

"How did you find me?" he continued to ask.

"A stick...your stick..." the tall man said with difficulty, "Very few people use sticks, which matches the injury on the buyer's head..."

Yang Han understood.

It turned out to be the case.

He looked calmly at the black iron rod in his hand that had accompanied him in battle.

It was still overlooked.

"One last question: Who else remembers me?"

"No...that's all...The sect leader sent us to investigate this matter. We know you're just a student, and we were thinking of killing you directly..."

"very good."

Yang Han's eyes were blazing with murderous intent.

The next second, he raised the black iron rod in his hand high.

"No! Don't kill me! I..."

The tall man's pleas for mercy came to an abrupt halt.

The black iron rod fell heavily, and all was silent.

Yang Han expressionlessly shook off the bloodstains on the stick and began his skilled work of clearing the area.

He first searched the two men and found nothing but some cash and cheap supplies.

Then, he precisely located the smart devices on the two men's wrists and smashed them to pieces with a black iron bar, turning the chips into dust as well.

After doing all this, he looked around, chose a secluded depression, used the hundred-kilogram black iron rod as a shovel, and began to dig a pit quickly.

Last time, the body wasn't properly disposed of and was discovered, so this time Yang Han chose to bury the body underground.

Soon, a large pit more than three meters deep appeared before our eyes.

He threw the two bodies in.

Finally, after glancing at the black iron rod in his hand, he threw it into the pit as well.

Afterwards, Yang Han took out a brand new set of regular martial arts clothes with a completely different style from his backpack and put them on, burying his original set of clothes, which smelled of blood, deep underground.

Fill the hole with soil, tamp it down, and then bring in some dead branches, fallen leaves, and shrubs from elsewhere to cover it.

In less than half an hour, the place was restored to its original state, without a trace, as if nothing had ever happened.

After doing all this, he slowly walked towards the base city.

From the time he left until he returned, it was less than two hours.

His clothes had completely changed; his backpack and black iron rod were gone.

As they passed by, the guards didn't even glance at them.

Back in his rented room, Yang Han withdrew 400,000 yuan in cash, put it in a black plastic bag, and leisurely took a taxi back to the base city.

Afterwards, he appeared in a large martial arts mall in the city and wandered around for half a day. With his extremely sensitive mind, Yang Han confirmed that no one was following him anymore. This was an ability he had discovered this morning.

After confirming that no one was following him, Yang Han used cash to purchase five bottles of intermediate-grade Star Source Medicine, each costing 80,000 yuan.

After going back and forth, it was 11 p.m. before Yang Han finally got home.

My father was already asleep, but there was still some delicious food left for him on the table.

After dinner, he went to the rooftop of his small building as usual.

A gentle evening breeze dispelled the daytime heat.

Yang Han took out a bottle of intermediate-grade Star Source Medicine from his pocket.

"I wonder how effective the intermediate-grade Star Source Elixir is?"

He unscrewed a bottle, about to drink it, when suddenly...

"Beep beep!"

The smart device on my wrist vibrated slightly, and a message popped up.

Huh? Who would message me this late?

Yang Han clicked on it casually.

A message from an unknown device popped up.

The message was very simple, consisting of only one sentence.

"Young man Yang Han, how does it feel to kill someone?"