I Am Your Natural Enemy

The burly man praised him twice, looking at Zhang Xuewen whose clothes were soaked through below.

”Xuewen, keep pushing yourself. You’ve actually got pretty good talent, and these last two months it’s like you’ve had an epiphany—your progress is insane.

Even if you can’t match freaks like the Tuoba Martial God in the future,

I still think that, judging by your performance these last two months, as long as you keep this up, by the time you’re Qin Kun’s age, you’ll definitely be stronger than the current Qin Kun.”

Zhang Xuewen looked completely dumbfounded. He climbed onto the roof, gazing into the distance, his eyes even more lost.

That was the Tuoba Martial God?

Then who the hell am I?

The burly man saw that look in his eyes—like he envied that goal so much he didn’t even know how to chase it—so he reached out and slapped Zhang Xuewen’s shoulder hard.

”Don’t get discouraged, trust me. With how fast you’re improving, give it five years—no, three years—you’ll have your wife pinned to the ground, grinding her to dust!”

”Huh? Oh...” Zhang Xuewen responded in a daze, then suddenly snapped back and said quickly, ”No, my wife’s also your daughter! How could a father-in-law teach his son-in-law to beat up his own daughter? Impossible! Even if I could take her, I’d never fight my wife!”

Zhang Xuewen kept muttering as he climbed down from the roof, his head still, eyes darting all around, searching for a hidden camera.

Sure enough, under the eaves, he saw a camera. He remembered there was one here—who knows, maybe the thing’s got a mic too!

His father-in-law is seriously shady. What if the footage gets replayed? What if there really is a mic?

Back on the ground, Zhang Xuewen sipped his tea to rest, but inside he was still just as lost.

Honestly, even he thought that must’ve been the Tuoba Martial God at work just then.

Way too similar.

And in Yu State—or hell, the entire Nanwu County—if someone’s Yang Energy bursts out at that level, only the Tuoba Martial God could pull it off.

It’s pretty much right at the level of late in the month, just after the sun sets.

You don’t even need to check—just feel that insane Yang Energy, and you know it’s him.

Zhang Xuewen drank his tea, glanced at his phone—November 21st.

He suddenly jolted.

Eh?

EH!

Today is just a completely normal workday, no holidays, not even the last day of the month.

If the Tuoba Martial God chose today to show up, that’d honestly be a huge win for him.

He’d always been super careful; even when he had the chance to go all out, he’d use that moment just to feel the power, to study that state, to learn and improve his cultivation.

He’d always been kind of freaked that if he acted too many times, sooner or later someone would catch on.

Because every time he made a move, it was always the last day of the month.

Doesn’t matter if it’s year-end, quarter-end, or month-end—basically, just the end of any given month.

And honestly, someone should’ve figured out the pattern by now, but I guess nobody’s bored enough to actually bet on it.

His father-in-law, once, when drinking, just casually brought up this point.

The speaker meant nothing by it, but the listener sure did. It freaked Zhang Xuewen out into a cold sweat on the spot.

So feeling this massive surge of Yang Energy today, Zhang Xuewen actually felt relieved for once.

...

Meanwhile, in Yu State City—total chaos, chickens and dogs flying everywhere.

In the southern outskirts of Yu State, a Ghost felt that massive outbreak of Yang Energy in the distance—its hair standing up on end, only calming back down after a long moment.

As he turned his head, he saw another Ghost riding a motorbike, throttle maxed out, speeding south.

The afro-headed Ghost lost his shit right there and then.

”You damn bastard, son of a bitch, no wonder you told me all that crap about the Tuoba Martial God only acting on the last day of the month—what a fucking setup!”

The afro Ghost’s head flew right off—beneath it, something like guts dragging along the ground as he took off at full speed, whipping right up behind the motorbike Ghost and taking a big bite of the guy’s neck.

With a loud crack, he bit the dude’s head off and poof—gone on the spot.

...

Back at the Scorching Sun Department, alarms kept blaring, people bustling around nonstop.

Feng Yao got the news and instantly started rallying people, mobilizing the troops.

Any intel on the Tuoba Martial God is top secret—so if he’s getting involved, something serious must have come up.

...

Inside Meng An’s clinic.

Meng An looked at Wen Yan—who was holding up the Big Mouth Ghost single-handedly, his entire body blazing with Yang Energy like a burning ocean—and was so shocked his mouth hung open for ages.

Such a terrifying burst of Yang Energy...

This is...

Wen Yan is actually the mysterious Tuoba Martial God!

Meng An’s heart was racing, and a thought flashed through his mind—Zhuge Wanjun’s connections really are next-level!

No wonder she’s the most trusted, most professional, and most well-connected lawyer among the Different Races in Nanwu County.

He just didn’t want to work with Scorching Sun Department on a case, and Zhuge Wanjun actually brought the Tuoba Martial God here for him.

No wonder when Wen Yan showed up, the Ghost he brought put serious pressure on him.

Plus, this Ghost was super well-behaved in front of Wen Yan—did whatever he was told, could sit there for ages without the least bit of impatience.

If it were me, I wouldn’t get impatient either!

Wen Yan didn’t give a damn what anyone else thought—his Heart Fire, inner fury, and the blessed Yang Energy all came together in a surge like never before.

Having grown up in an orphanage, the moment he saw the warning, he knew it: Big Mouth Ghost was trying to steal something from Lu Jing.

Unforgivable!

Deserves to die a thousand times over!

All that massive Yang Energy turned into a raging sea of fire, completely drowning the Big Mouth Ghost.

Big Mouth Ghost, after getting taunted and mind-controlled too many times, got hit with a few more super-powered taunts, and his consciousness pretty much got flooded out. Even now, all he could think about was how to rip Wen Yan’s damn mouth to shreds.

In the surging Yang Energy, Big Mouth Ghost’s form gradually faded away.

In Wen Yan’s hand, slowly, all that was left was a Ghost Bone.

The Ghost Bone looked like a giant mouth—the top half, no teeth at all, and the bottom half had twenty-four teeth.

Of those twenty-four teeth, seventeen were now transparent, images flickering inside them, while the other seven still looked just like regular teeth.