One person: Activate the talisman, behold my Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon!

"Break!" Ye Xing shouted.

A blindingly hot flame ignited on his right fist.

The explosive power of the Dragon Talisman combined with the brute force of the Bull Talisman slammed into the shield.

"Crack!"

Just a fleeting moment of contact.

The Three Treasures Orb, a protective artifact that is said to be able to withstand any bombardment and has self-healing abilities, was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks on its surface.

Then, with a crisp explosion, it shattered completely into countless points of light!

'Detected intense shock and fear in Ma Xianhong and Qiu Rang; emotion value +100.'

Ma Xianhong was so shocked by the force of the punch that his blood and qi surged, and he staggered back seven or eight steps.

Before he could even regain his footing, Ye Xing's second punch had already landed.

This time, the attack was aimed directly at Ma Xianhong's chest.

"when!"

A deafening metallic clang rang out.

Ma Xianhong's black armor trembled violently, the flowing black metal desperately resisting the terrifying force.

But the force was too brutal; Ma Xianhong felt as if his internal organs were about to be dislocated, and a sweet taste rose in his throat.

His black armor also made a teeth-grinding "crunch" sound under this brute force, and several small cracks even appeared on his chest.

Ma Xianhong wanted to create distance and activate the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements to reorganize the defense.

But Ye Xing's punches were too fast, giving him no chance to breathe.

Punch after punch.

The firelight, mixed with heavy blows, forced Ma Xianhong to the spot and beat him mercilessly.

The Devouring Beast had just been released and hadn't even had a chance to absorb any Qi when Ye Xing kicked it so hard that it was deeply embedded in a nearby mound of earth.

The Soul-Shaking Bell had only rang for half a time.

Ye Xing completely ignored the negligible mental interference and punched Ma Xianhong on the shoulder.

"boom!"

The final, powerful punch landed.

The flowing black armor on Ma Xianhong's body finally gave way, and after a violent shock, it completely disintegrated into a pile of scrap metal and fell to the ground.

Ye Xing slowly withdrew his fist and stopped attacking. He habitually moved his wrist, his breathing surprisingly steady.

Looking at Ma Xianhong again, his hair was disheveled, blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth, and his chest was heaving violently; he was at his last gasp.

Ma Xianhong turned his head with difficulty and looked around.

Qiu Rang, his most capable subordinate, had his hands tied behind his back in a strange posture by the two puppets and was pinned to the ground.

The villagers either lay on the ground groaning in pain or huddled together, at a loss for what to do.

They lost, they lost miserably.

A surge of frustration, resentment, and anger welled up inside me.

Ma Xianhong stared intently at Ye Xing, Zhang Chulan, and the others, his eyes wide open.

"Why!"

He almost screamed.

"I just want to regain my lost memories!"

"I just want to help people with disabilities to become normal again!"

"I just want ordinary people to become superhumans. If everyone is a superhuman, there will be less injustice, and ordinary people will no longer be bullied by superhumans!"

"This is my right!"

"What right does the company have to interfere! What right do they have to ruin my hard work!"

These questions, each word dripping with grief, echoed through the empty arena.

The villagers, who had initially backed down, regained their composure upon hearing these words.

Yup!

The village chief gave us strength!

We are now extraordinary! We are capable people!

Why should we be trampled underfoot by these guys of unknown origin!

"The village chief is right!"

The shirtless burly man was the first to jump up and wipe the mud off his face.

"We are different now! We have power!"

"What are you afraid of! Let's fight them!"

"What kind of company is this! They think they can control us!"

"It was worth it to be able to fight the immortal."

......

The crowd erupted in chaos.

Those villagers who had just been beaten to the ground actually struggled to their feet, took out their magical artifacts again, and stared at the temporary worker and Ye Xing with fanaticism.

'Detected......'

'Ding! Your emotional value has exceeded 10000 points!'

Hearing the system notification, Ye Xing raised an eyebrow, took a half step back, and directly vacated the space.

"Alright, these guys' gone crazy. You guys take over."

Zhang Chulan pursed his lips, rolled up his sleeves, and cracked his knuckles as he gripped the black pipe.

Seeing the villagers rushing towards the temporary workers recklessly, Ma Xianhong's mind instantly cleared.

He knew all too well the level of these people.

Those people on the other side who could easily defeat him were like lambs to the slaughter!

"stop!"

Ma Xianhong shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Get back, all of you! You are no match for them! Run!"

But nobody listened to him.

The villagers were all flushed with excitement, shouting loudly.

"Village chief, don't be afraid! There are many of us!"

"It's a good opportunity to practice against these so-called experts and see the difference in skill!"

"Watch my Ru Hua! Kill them all!"

These ordinary people, whose cultivation levels were forcibly elevated by the cultivation furnace, completely regarded this life-or-death struggle as a game to test their superpowers.

Seeing the villagers completely out of control, Ma Xianhong stood frozen in place, utterly stunned.

Wang Zhenqiu, disguised as Sun Wukong, dodged attacks from several tattered magical artifacts while letting out a series of giggles.

He turned to look at Ma Xianhong, his tone full of undisguised sarcasm.

"Ma Xianhong, still don't understand?"

Wang Zhenqiu kicked a young man who was waving a wooden stick around wildly to the ground.

"Whether it's us, you, or your twelve superior talents, all those who become extraordinary through cultivation have traversed a path of suffering that ordinary people find unbearable."

"And every step I took on that journey is still etched in my memory, even years later."

"The grueling and persistent training of the bones and muscles tempers one's character. The tedium of the inner meditation can even make one nostalgic for the pain of the bones and muscles."

"The people you created have never experienced anything like this, they've risen to the top in one step, but the consequence of that is a loss of realism."

Wang Zhenqiu's voice was exceptionally clear amidst the chaos of the arena, his hands moving incessantly.

"Flippant and arrogant, they easily obtained all of this without adapting to the pain that reality brings."

"You think you've created equal, extraordinary beings?"

"You've just created a bunch of tourists who accidentally wandered into the world of supernatural beings, a bunch of game players who don't know their own limitations!"

"If things really went according to your plan, and all the ordinary people in the world were dragged into your broken furnace for a walk..."

Wang Zhenqiu paused, his eyes suddenly turning cold.

"The whole world will become a madhouse without any moral boundaries!"

These words struck Ma Xianhong's heart like a heavy hammer.

He opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but found he didn't know how.

The frenzied villagers before him, their faces contorted with excitement, were the most powerful rebuttal to him.

"Stop it, all of you! Stop it now!"

Ma Xianhong struggled violently and shouted to stop him again.

However, the sounds of the ritual implements clashing and the villagers' shouts drowned out everything, and no one cared about what the village chief was saying.

He spit out the grass root in his mouth impatiently and swung his large hand sharply.

"Stop dawdling. These guys won't learn their lesson until they're dead. Don't hold back, just don't kill anyone."

"We need to make them feel pain, pain that will be etched into their hearts."

As soon as he finished speaking, the demeanor of the temporary workers changed instantly.

It's no longer the sparring partner mode.