After breaking up with my girlfriend, I became a Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

After a moment of stunned silence, Dongfang Shuo realized that he wasn't just imagining things; Zhou Yan was actually standing right in front of him.

Zhou Yan, standing in front of Dongfang Shuo, grinned.

"Make your girlfriend leave first."

Dongfang Shuo thought for a moment and gave his girlfriend a look.

The girlfriend glanced at Zhou Yan, then at her boyfriend, and then lowered her head and left.

Zhou Yan raised his chin and said loudly.

I don't like you, I'm going to beat you up!

With a whoosh, the surrounding crowd turned to look at Zhou Yan and Dongfang Shuo. People around Dongfang Shuo made way, looking at the young couple with surprise and amusement.

Dongfang Shuo frowned a few times, and was about to refuse when he called over the bodyguard who had come with him to stop Zhou Yan. But Zhou Yan shouted.

"Attention, I'm coming."

After saying that, Zhou Yan transformed into a streak of light and flew towards Dongfang Shuo.

At this moment, Zhou Yan added four keywords to his name: "Great Dragon Tiger Power".

Zhou Yan's strength increased by almost 80%.

Dongfang Shuo planted his feet on the ground, preparing to fly up and dodge, but just as he took off, Zhou Yan seemed to know in advance which direction Dongfang Shuo would fly, and directly appeared at the position where Dongfang Shuo would be in the next second, and punched down.

"Oh!"

The force of over 20,000 gave Dongfang Shuo an unimaginable shock. This demigod, whose strength attribute was only 5000 and who mainly relied on magic and agility to fight, was slammed to the ground by Zhou Yan on the spot.

"Boom!"

When Zhou Yan slammed down on Dongfang Shuo, he immediately created a crater in the ground, with large cracks spreading outwards.

The entire shopping plaza shook, and some window glass shattered.

Zhou Yan slowly walked from mid-air to the ground, and amidst the numerous onlookers' cell phone recordings, he grabbed the broken and bleeding head of Dongfang Shuo from the meteorite crater.

Dongfang Shuo had one eye closed and his mouth open, with blood continuously gushing from it. Zhou Yan reached out, pried open Dongfang Shuo's mouth, and pulled out two of his front teeth before tossing them aside.

Zhou Yan grinned maliciously.

“You Indians are such trash. I only punched you once and you’re down.”

Dongfang Shuo looked humiliated.

Zhou Yan threw Dongfang Shuo to the ground, then stomped on Dongfang Shuo's face, the sole of his shoe gently spinning, the insult deeply ingrained.

"I am a violent maniac. From today onwards, you'd better not step out of Zhangjia Community, or I will beat you up one by one."

Zhou Yan released his foot from Dongfang Shuo's face, then kicked Dongfang Shuo in the stomach. Dongfang Shuo was kicked more than ten meters away until he hit the wall and stopped. As soon as he stopped, Dongfang Shuo clutched his stomach and vomited.

A large crowd gathered around Dongfang Shuo and took pictures of the young man with Zhou Yan's footprints on his face vomiting.

……

Daxing Hotel.

Zhao Wen and his great-grandson Zhao Jianguo, along with several of his brothers, sat in a private room. A waiter placed a plate of soy sauce pork in front of Zhao Jianguo, who then spoke to his brothers.

"The memory of our lost homeland is unbearable to recall. Under the bright moonlight, this Zhongzhou City was originally ours..."

"Squeak..." The closed door suddenly opened, and Zhou Yan walked in.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Live Broadcast

Zhao Jianguo and the others, who were holding chopsticks, stared blankly at Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan revealed his hideous, grotesque grin, which he had practiced for a long time.

"Hey Zhao, I don't like you, I'm going to beat you up."

Zhao Jianguo's expression changed, but he was much more clear-headed than Dongfang Shuo. After Zhou Yan finished speaking, he slammed his body outward, smashing through the French windows and jumping out of the Daxing Hotel.

In this inexplicable situation, there is no way I can fight Zhou Yan.

Moreover, Zhao Jianguo believed that Zhou Yan was very strong, and that he estimated that he would only have a 30% chance of winning against him.

But Zhou Yan had already seen all of this.

The moment Zhao Jianguo took his first step, Zhou Yan followed suit.

Zhao Jianguo had only reached halfway up the hotel when he saw Zhou Yan already standing in front of him.

Zhao Jianguo was also decisive, and directly activated his mythical form, transforming into the three-meter-tall brute force god, the Tooth Chisel.

Zhou Yan had fought against Nan Batian from the White Tiger Academy, who also possessed the Tooth Chisel Bloodline, but Nan Batian was inferior to Zhao Jianguo in both awakening level and internal energy cultivation.

Zhao Jianguo inherited the Huangji Jingshi Fist from Zhao Wenhe and also practiced the San San Guiyuan Scripture and the Taichu Dan Scripture. With the help of these two peerless internal skills, Zhao Jianguo's physical attributes were greatly improved. Even without the blessing of Jiufeng, his strength attribute reached 13000, which is enough to make Nan Batian feel overwhelmed.

As soon as he revealed his mythical form, Zhao Jianguo activated his protective qi, which was nine times stronger than ordinary mastered internal energy, and swung his fist at Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan sneered.

"Fool, I can fly."

Zhou Yan twisted his body in a way that a normal person could never do in mid-air, and punched Zhao Jianguo in the side.

Zhao Jianguo's blood surged.

He could also achieve the effect of flying by unleashing his powerful protective aura, but the air was not the ground, and moving around in mid-air was extremely troublesome. In addition, Zhao Jianguo's agility was only half that of Zhou Yan. As a result, Zhou Yan used the Yuxu technique to move around, and Zhao Jianguo could not even find Zhou Yan's men, let alone fight him.

If he couldn't find it, he couldn't find it. But Zhou Yan's fists kept falling on Zhao Jianguo's body. With the physique of a brute god and the protective qi, Zhao Jianguo could feel that Zhou Yan's fists were like steel nails, piercing through his protective qi and transmitting the brute force to his body.

It hurts, it really hurts. I'm not injured, but it still hurts.

Left with no other choice, Zhao Jianguo curled up to protect his vitals, exposing only the part of his body with the strongest defenses to Zhou Yan.

Once he landed and had the ground as a base for movement, Zhao Jianguo was confident that even if he couldn't beat Zhou Yan, he could still hold his own against him for a while.

This idea is excellent no matter how you look at it, but Zhao Jianguo, who was curled up, vaguely heard Zhou Yan shout something.

"Lei Lai!"

Zhao Jianguo loosened his grip on his head, and as he did so, he saw a bolt of purple lightning descend from the sky. Since it travels at the speed of light, it was impossible to dodge, and Zhao Jianguo was directly struck by this Purple Heaven Divine Lightning.

"boom!"

A human body wreathed in lightning crashed to the ground, creating a large crater in the plaza in front of the Daxing Hotel.

Zhou Yan landed at the edge of the pit, then walked into the pit and grabbed Zhao Jianguo, who had transformed back into human form from his mythical form, with one hand.

Zhao Jianguo was surrounded by purple lightning, and large patches of his clothes were charred. Although he was not seriously injured thanks to his strong physique and protective qi, he was still unable to move due to the electric shock.

Do you know?

Zhou Yan clenched his other fist.

"You've given me a good excuse to beat you up."

Zhou Yan punched Zhao Jianguo in the face, and Zhao Jianguo immediately started bleeding profusely from his nose.

"You guys are just fucking idiots!"

"Boom..."

Zhou Yan threw a left hook, and Zhao Jianguo spat out a tooth, turning his head to the right. Zhou Yan then threw an uppercut, and Zhao Jianguo's jaw jolted violently.

"Why can't we just part ways amicably? You had to provoke me!"

"A scoundrel should be treated like a scoundrel!"

"Bang bang bang..."

Zhao Jianguo's head was like a sandbag, bobbing up and down in Zhou Yan's hand.

"Snapped……"

After finishing his punch, Zhou Yan threw Zhao Jianguo out of his hand. Zhao Jianguo, whose body was still a little numb, got up after landing. At this moment, his handsome face was swollen like a pig's head, and his eyes were swollen into slits, making him look somewhat comical.

After beating up the man, Zhou Yan put his hands in his pockets and left the Daxing Hotel whistling.

……

Dongyang Street.

People coming and going filled every corner of the street.

In the middle of the street, the advertisement on the outdoor electronic screen of the largest commercial building stopped, and then Zhou Yan's face appeared on the screen.

Hello everyone.

Zhou Yan waved his hand on the screen, and for the first time, the electronic screen on the commercial building made a sound. The sound was so loud that people on half the street couldn't help but look up at Zhou Yan on the screen.

Zhou Yan smiled on the screen.

"Hey guys, I've always had a really bad temper. I don't feel right unless I beat up a few people every day. Well, someone's messed with me now."

The screen flashed, and a high-end residential area appeared a hundred meters away.

Zhou Yan's voice appeared off-camera.

“I’m currently on the roof of a building outside this community, monitoring the entrances and exits. Whenever an awakened person from the Indiana Celestial caste comes out of this entrance, I’ll beat them up. If you like, give me a 666. Every 666 is a punch.”

"One rocket, one kick!"

"Across from me, below is my live stream room number..."

……

The rooftop of a building outside Zhangjia Community.

Zhou Yan stood on the roof railing, holding a selfie stick and pointing it at Zhangjia Community, while his eyes were fixed on the backstage of his live stream.

At the beginning, Zhou Yan's live stream had zero viewers, but with the help of big names like Zhuque, his live stream had over 10,000 viewers in just five minutes, and over 800,000 viewers in another five minutes.

Just then, a member of the Wang family from Indiana ran out. Zhou Yan rushed to the west gate of Zhangjia Community. Before the Wang family member could even see what was happening, Zhou Yan unleashed a righteous punch that landed on the young man's face, sending him sprawling face-first into the dirt.

All of this happened in front of all the viewers in the live stream.

The security guards at the entrance were stunned for a moment, then rushed over. Zhou Yan didn't hold back and punched them all down.

After finishing the beating, Zhou Yan stared at the live stream background on his phone.

Yes, it has over two million views, over ten thousand "666" comments, and over one hundred rockets.

Zhou Yan knew that the people's simple sense of justice and their mentality of being happy were not in conflict.

More security guards approached Zhou Yan, who used spatial abilities to fly away from the area and then shouted into the live broadcast camera.

"A punch with a 666, a kick with a rocket!"

"Think about how despicable these awakened ones are. They're surrounded by beautiful women and live in mansions. Opportunities to beat them up are rare!"

"Now, just one 666 is a punch, and one rocket is a kick."

"My friends, I'm honest and trustworthy!"

"Hey, thanks to 'Want to Lick Brother Zhou's Armpit Hair' for the big rocket."

Inside an apartment building.

A nerdy guy sat at his computer desk, his eyes intently watching Zhou Yan's live stream on the computer screen.

The class contradictions in capitalist countries are very strong. This strength is not fake, nor is it hatred hyped up by social networks. Rather, it is the hatred that has settled after real economic crises, land consolidation, and various financial frauds, leaving people homeless, destitute in the old and hopeless in the young.

This hatred lasted for over 60 years.

Many people may not know that the middle class is actually a country's tax revenue reservoir. In most capitalist countries, the upper class and capitalists are not taxed. The military department of the Eastern United States, which is said to be able to make drug lords and underworld bosses obediently pay taxes, is unable to get capitalists to spit out a little more of their riches.

People at the bottom of society can't pay much tax, so only the middle class, who have some money but not many privileges, can reap more benefits and be exploited by the state.

Sixty years ago, the Eastern United States fell into a decline in national power, resulting in the bankruptcy of more than 100 million middle-class people, the loss of homes to more than 2 billion people, a continuous rise in the number of homeless people and the proportion of drug users, and many states even started discussions on civilized and safe drug use facilities for the sake of public safety.

The Eastern Xia Federation is regressing. According to statistics from a top university, a hundred years ago, the class distribution of the Eastern Xia Federation was a pyramid-shaped "△", that is, a very even and healthy class pattern from the highest to the lowest level. Now, the class distribution is an hourglass shape, that is, the middle class has been completely depleted.

While the lives of most ordinary people are not as thoroughly depleted as those of the bourgeoisie, they are also deteriorating day by day, while the monopolistic capitalists and their lackeys, the politicians, are living better and better.

Given this stark contrast and despair over life, many people at the bottom of society no longer feel conflict towards the capitalist class; they feel nothing but hatred.

Anti-intellectualism is one manifestation of hatred.