Leilin Farell always avoided pointless fights.
After all, the thrill of defeating an opponent seemed far less satisfying to him than the joy of improving his strength through training.
Moreover, he held no grudge against Olin; he might even owe him a thank-you for gravely injuring the original Leilin, which had given him this chance at rebirth.
Leilin was a pragmatist. To him, face value was nowhere near as important as substance.
Even swearing an oath using family honor held no real cost for him. But Olin's subsequent demands had crossed a line.
"You... you can't do this! The Robed Ones won't let you get away with it!"
Leilin clutched the pouch tightly, his expression frantic.
"Haha... Since when do those Robed Ones care about our little squabbles? Forgot how I beat you half to death last time? Nobody came to save you then."
Olin cracked his knuckles, the sound sharp and clear. "If you don't want me to break your ribs one by one, you'd better hand over those Magic Stones willingly!"
As Olin advanced, his tall frame swallowed Leilin into the shadows.
Leilin glanced around. They were already far from the camp. Only a few of Olin's lackeys were nearby, and they were all watching with the keen interest of spectators enjoying a show.
"Don't bother looking. Nobody's coming to save you..." Olin grinned viciously.
"Oh? No one's coming? Perfect!" Leilin suddenly smiled.
A flicker, and he was behind Olin. "About that other day... time for payback!"
He kicked out hard, a sharp gust of wind trailing his foot, striking Olin squarely in the waist.
Olin felt a massive force explode from Leilin's foot, launching his body into the air.
*Thud!* Olin crashed to the ground, the agony in his waist making his eyes redden. "How dare you! How dare you! You dare to hurt me?!"
"You're dead! I'll strangle you with my own hands!"
Olin shot up, his eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty, cruel light.
"Is this the advantage of a strong physique?" Seeing that a kick using fifty percent of his strength seemed to faze Olin not at all, Leilin's pupils contracted.
"Ha!" Olin swung his fists like a maddened black bear.
Leilin sidestepped, dodging the punch. He saw Olin's fist smash into a small tree behind him, leaving a deep dent. A strength of 1.7 was truly no joke.
"That's a heavy punch. Even with my physique, I couldn't take many of those..." Leilin thought rapidly.
"Chip! Calculate the optimal takedown plan!"
*Beep! Task initiated. Activating assist mode.* The Chip's voice was clear, its powerful processing delivering the optimal plan in an instant.
"Duck!" the Chip prompted. Leilin crouched, evading Olin's roaring attack.
"Enemy defense has a weak point! Optimal strike location: the armpit!" the Chip reported.
Leilin flashed forward repeatedly, dodging Olin's attacks while closing the distance. "You know? Your strength is impressive, but your agility is lacking. Is this the disadvantage of your size?"
Even while attacking, Leilin could still speak, showing he had strength to spare.
"Is... is this the same Leilin as before? How... how can he be so strong?" The onlookers gaped in disbelief.
Under their incredulous stares, Leilin threw a punch—dead on target, right into Olin's armpit. This time he used his full force. Olin, struck in that vulnerable spot, collapsed to the ground, his face contorted in pain, unable to get up for a long moment.
At full power, Leilin's strength was 1.5, not far behind Olin's. The blow to a weak point left Olin on the floor, his eyes shot through with red veins as he roared, "You're dead! My family will never let you go!"
"Oh? Really?" Leilin's face was expressionless at the threat, but he added another kick to Olin's lower abdomen, curling the latter up like a boiled shrimp.
Leilin crouched, looking down at Olin with a smile. "Since you're not going to let me go anyway, don't you think it would be better if I struck first and killed you?"
At that moment, Leilin's smile looked to Olin like the grin of a demon.
"He's not joking. He really dares to do it!" Seeing the killing intent in Leilin's eyes, Olin felt as if he were being stared down by a lion. The fury in his mind vanished, replaced by pure fear.
"Mr. Leilin! Lord Leilin! You can't do this! Behind me is the Donglan Family! If you kill me, you'll bring enormous trouble upon yourself!"
"Then do you admit you were wrong?" Leilin's tone was mocking.
"I admit it! I apologize... I'm sorry!" Under the pressure of death, Olin yielded quickly.
"Good. I accept your apology. Additionally, according to noble law, I have the right to demand compensation!"
Leilin spoke with a smile, but it filled Olin with a sense of dread.
"As compensation, you'll hand over the Magic Stones you're holding." Sure enough, Leilin spoke the extortionate words with a cheerful smile.
"Oh! No! You can't do that! Do you have any idea how many lives my family sacrificed to get those stones?"
Olin groaned, struggling.
"Sometimes the world presents simple multiple-choice questions. Now it's your turn, dear Olin: your life or the Magic Stones—pick one!"