Chapter 139: Negotiating with the God of Thunder

Accident struck when it was least expected!

“Clang!” A streak of silvery lightning abruptly flashed, momentarily turning the dim corridor blindingly bright.

Mind into sword!

A classical longsword suddenly shot out from Zhang Wen’s hand, like a celestial crane flying in from the sky, displaying nimble and graceful variations full of vitality.

From the very beginning, Zhang Wen had not used his most proficient sword techniques, meaning he had been holding back his true strength. It was only now, under the immense pressure from Marianne, that he had no choice but to unleash it. Previously, when fighting against Gro, Zhang Wen had wanted to test Gro’s martial arts learned from Thunder God Omega, so he intentionally held back.

The sword trembled like a blooming flower core. Amidst the dense clinking of metal, the blade clashed with Marianne’s serpentine twin whips, creating dazzling electric sparks like countless shooting stars, or fireflies darting across the night sky.

It was not just a clash of weapons, but a collision of battle energies—a fierce confrontation between Marianne and Zhang Wen!

As the most unique among Thunder God’s three disciples, Marianne’s strength was unquestionable. Normally, even if Zhang Wen gave it his all, he might not necessarily defeat her.

Because she was a female powerhouse at the Saint level, second only to the Super Saint level.

But at this moment, a miracle unfolded! Every tremble of Zhang Wen’s sword precisely struck the weakest point of the whip’s motion, the junction of force, as if pinning the vital spot of a snake, reducing Marianne’s battle energy to less than two or three out of ten.

How could this be possible!!!

What kind of miraculous sword technique is this!

To accurately strike the center of balance amidst wildly swinging twin whips was as difficult as hitting a mosquito in the dark.

Marianne’s pupils constricted sharply. She had initially thought Gro was a weakling, but now, experiencing Zhang Wen’s strength herself, she finally understood his power. He was like a bone that couldn’t be chewed through—each time she thought she could finally defeat him, he somehow found a bit more strength to resist. His resilience was formidable. Just how much potential was he still hiding?

As these thoughts flashed through her mind, Marianne’s attacks didn’t falter. She suddenly lifted her left knee, unleashing a burst of battle energy aimed at Zhang Wen’s crotch. At the same time, a deep blue blade popped out from the tip of her high heel, aiming for his thigh artery, while the sharp heel itself hinted at a crushing stomp on his foot.

One strike, three attacks!

This was the first time in this world that Zhang Wen had encountered such a technique! Thinking quickly, his sword flared with a burst of silvery light, his battle energy flickering left and right. A silver arc spun through the air, tearing open a gap in Marianne’s whip assault, allowing him to slip through like a fish.

Finally escaping Marianne’s battle domain, the few seconds of combat seemed effortless but had already consumed a significant amount of his physical strength and energy.

Sweat trickled slightly from his forehead. He quickly retreated backward while flicking his wrist, his sword carving out arcs of silver battle energy, blocking Marianne’s two consecutive whip strikes chasing after him.

Before Zhang Wen could even catch his breath, suddenly a pair of strong arms tightly wrapped around him from behind.

“Gotcha!” Gro sneered, panting: “Damn it, try running from me now! Aren’t you fast?”

Blue battle energy radiated from his arms, his bulging muscles pulsing as he tightened his grip, causing the bones in Zhang Wen’s arms and body to crack loudly.

Gro had been furious. Finally seizing a moment of carelessness from Zhang Wen, he happily shouted toward Marianne: “Hurry up and finish this brat off.”

“Fool!” Marianne coldly glared at him: “Stay out of my duel, or I’ll take you down too!” As Marianne’s chilling voice rang out, her twin whips, like living creatures, snapped and flicked, their tips rising high like the heads of snakes, glowing with a faint purple light aimed at both Zhang Wen and Gro.

A dazzling and mysterious battle energy gathered.

“Damn it!” Gro swore, surprised by the sudden turn of events. Just as he thought he had Zhang Wen trapped, Zhang Wen suddenly shook his shoulders, his body emitting a slippery, soft force, as if trying to slip out of Gro’s iron grip.

Gro was shocked and roared in response, tightening his grip. At that moment, Zhang Wen suddenly slammed the hilt of his sword backward into Gro’s ribs. A burst of silver battle energy flared, instantly silencing Gro’s roar as if his breath had been cut off.

Taking this chance, Zhang Wen stomped hard on Gro’s toes. As Gro winced in pain and loosened his grip, Zhang Wen swiftly slipped free.

The three once again returned to their previous standoff.

“Huff… huff…” Gro held his ribs, slightly shaking his toes while glaring furiously at Zhang Wen. Now he realized how tough this guy was. One-on-one, he might not even be a match.

Damn it, he didn’t even seem to be using strong battle energy. How did he beat me?

Marianne slowly advanced, her whip tips poised like snake heads, brimming with killing intent.

A faint smile appeared on Zhang Wen’s lips. Suddenly, he felt that even facing two Saint-level opponents like Gro and Marianne wasn’t so bad.

Because during the fight, he had confirmed something—he had become stronger!

It wasn’t that his battle energy had increased, but rather his control over his internal power had improved significantly. To put it another way, if his power used to be like a river occasionally surging with unpredictable waves, after this morning’s uncontrolled power surge and release, Zhang Wen felt like his meridians had widened, and his mental strength had also increased. Now, he could wield his battle energy as naturally as moving his limbs, and his techniques flowed effortlessly.

Although his battle energy hadn’t significantly increased, the pressure he felt facing the two powerful opponents was lighter than expected. Zhang Wen vaguely felt that after this morning’s wild encounter with Carite and the others, there were some subtle changes within him. But he didn’t have time to ponder them now—those thoughts would have to wait until after he rescued Rofelle.

“This current situation is really troublesome…” Zhang Wen thought with a bitter smile. He hadn’t expected it to be this difficult to meet Omega. Defeating both Marianne and Gro? These two were quite stubborn. Without superior battle energy, he had to rely on combat techniques to make up the difference.

But that wasn’t even the biggest problem. The real issue was that he couldn’t seriously injure them. If he severely wounded two of Thunder God Omega’s disciples, causing him to lose face, rescuing Rofelle would become even more difficult.

But problems had to be solved!

Zhang Wen took a deep breath, feeling the gentle yet continuous flow of Spring Water Qi within him, entwining with his battle energy and gradually accelerating.

Across from him, Marianne and Gro simultaneously narrowed their eyes, sensing an invisible pressure and raising their battle energy and auras.

As the pressure from both sides built up, like a barrel packed with gunpowder nearing detonation, a cold snort suddenly came from inside Thunder God’s room.

“Stop.”

A stern voice, like rolling thunder, echoed through the air, striking everyone’s minds like a heavy blow.

The tense atmosphere between the three combatants was as if pierced by an invisible awl, instantly deflating. Whether it was Marianne, Gro, or Zhang Wen, they all exhaled deeply.

“Let that kid come in and see me.”

Thunder God Omega’s voice continued, though this time it was calmer, without any trace of mental energy.

Marianne and Gro exchanged glances. Gro shrugged helplessly, having suffered a minor defeat at Zhang Wen’s hands. He made a gesture to Marianne and then sullenly stepped aside. Just then, the security personnel from the Star Moon ship arrived, drawn by the commotion, but Gro, frustrated and looking for an outlet, angrily shouted them away.

Marianne flicked her wrists, her left whip retracting like a snake back into the sleeve of her red bodysuit. The silver whip on her right made a “whoosh” sound as it coiled around her slender waist, forming a dazzling silver belt. The wide belt accentuated her ample bosom, slim waist, and curvaceous hips. Her beautiful legs, clad in sharp high heels, exuded a cold, proud aura.

“Follow me,” Marianne gestured to Zhang Wen before turning and walking toward the room. When it came to obeying her master Omega, she knew only one thing: absolute compliance.

Smiling, Zhang Wen walked past Gro, who glared at him, and retracted his sword into mind-steel.

From his angle, he could see Marianne’s back as she led the way. Truth be told, her figure was truly exceptional. Among all the women Zhang Wen had known, none had a more enticing and shapely posterior than hers. With each step in her high heels, her hips swayed seductively, exuding an alluring charm.

Perhaps it was also due to her red, form-fitting outfit and tight red leather pants.

Shaking his head, Zhang Wen calmed his mind. As Marianne pushed open the door, he stepped inside and took in the room’s interior.

The spacious and luxurious room had surprisingly simple and clean furnishings, reflecting Thunder God Omega’s straightforward personality. Facing the entrance was a large crimson chair. Sitting in it was a mature man who looked no older than thirty. Draped in a black cloak, with black hair and violet eyes, he had an earring on his left ear and a cross-shaped scar on the right side of his forehead. His expression was cold and stern as he stared at Zhang Wen.

Before him was a simple desk.

So this was the Thunder God? He didn’t seem as domineering and intimidating as the rumors suggested. Zhang Wen’s eyes swept the room and soon found Rofelle.

She didn’t look well. Her hands were raised high above her head, tied to the wall with a black rope. There was a ring on the ceiling, suspending her so that only her tiptoes barely touched the floor. This posture was extremely exhausting and uncomfortable for her. Her cheeks were flushed red, and sweat beaded on her forehead.

With her arms raised, her chest appeared especially full and prominent. Her tight combat suit accentuated her alluring curves. And with her toes pointed, her sexy legs were particularly eye-catching.

Seeing Zhang Wen enter, her eyes flickered, gazing at him with a hint of pleading.

She couldn’t tell her teacher Omega about their secret. Only Zhang Wen could cure the poison of the primordial stone within her. If she were exiled to an unknown planet, wouldn’t that mean certain death? Her only hope now was Zhang Wen—she hoped he could convince her teacher to change his mind.

Marianne closed the door behind them, and Zhang Wen’s attention returned to Thunder God Omega. The latter was also studying him.

“Zhang Wen?” Omega tapped his finger on the armrest of his chair. “Or Andrei Stein?”

“Does it really matter?” Zhang Wen smirked slightly, taking a chair and sitting across from Omega’s desk. “Today, I came to talk about Rofelle.”

Everyone regarded Zhang Wen as the Silver Fox, Andrei Stein, but would Omega, who had once seen Andrei, think the same? In truth, whether Zhang Wen was or wasn’t Andrei Stein had little bearing on their cooperation—what mattered was whether he had the corresponding strength.

Omega’s violet pupils narrowed slightly as he scrutinized him up and down, then shook his head. “Although you look very similar, and your aura is close, your energy feels off…” His tone shifted, turning icy. “Kid, even if you are Andrei himself, don’t get too arrogant in front of me!”

With Omega’s cold tone, the temperature in the room rapidly rose, as if it were a massive high-pressure boiler, radiating scorching heat.

Invisible killing intent and mind energy locked onto Zhang Wen like an unseen noose tightening around his neck.

Thunder God’s power could kill with just a thought! As a Super Saint-level expert with fifty years of fame, Omega’s strength ranked among the top even among Super Sainthood!

Only by facing this legendary figure directly could one truly understand his terrifying might.

Zhang Wen was experiencing it firsthand!

When the entire room’s killing intent and pressure focused entirely on him, the feeling was as if he were locked in by a natural predator. A massive sense of danger and panic swept through his heart, making even breathing feel oppressively difficult.

Zhang Wen took a deep breath and remained calm under Omega’s overwhelming mind energy. “I’m here for Rofelle.”

“For Rofelle?” Omega’s expression remained unchanged, but the terrifying killing intent he exuded gradually subsided. He struck the table heavily with his long fingers. “Isn’t it about discussing our cooperation?”

“Both for Rofelle and for cooperation.” Zhang Wen slightly bowed to Omega. “I came here first to show my sincerity. Also, I heard that Rofelle is to be sent to another planet. I hope you won’t do that.”

Rofelle, hanging there, frantically shook her head at Zhang Wen. She knew her teacher’s personality too well—if he was approached with soft words and he was in a good mood, he might grant a favor. But if someone tried to confront him, Thunder God Omega was famously ruthless. Even his own disciples, if they defied him, would be mercilessly executed.

Was Zhang Wen trying to get himself killed by being so bold with Thunder God Omega?!

Omega glared darkly at Zhang Wen, maintaining the oppressive silence for a while before slowly saying, “Are you trying to teach me how to discipline my disciples?”

“No,” Zhang Wen calmly replied, locking eyes with Thunder God without the slightest hint of fear or retreat.

“Heh… In fifty years, you’re the first one to dare speak to me like this,” Omega slightly narrowed his eyes, his jet-black hair stirring without wind. “Don’t you fear death?” Omega was called Thunder God not only because of his unique martial arts and battle energy techniques, but also due to his thunderous, explosive temper.

“Boom!” A surge of even more violent and ferocious killing intent suddenly erupted, crashing toward Zhang Wen like a tidal wave. The room’s temperature plummeted, as if transformed into the icy cold of the North Pole!

This was an illusion created by the transformation of mental energy!

The space and time within the room seemed sealed, an overwhelming silence prevailing, with only Zhang Wen’s steady gaze and the rapid beating of Roufulei’s heart as the sole signs of movement.

If the mental energy and killing intent released by Thunder God Omega resembled a raging torrent, then Zhang Wen was like a small pebble caught in huge waves—though tiny, he remained steadfast and unmoving, as if the pressure crashing upon him simply didn’t exist.

After what seemed like an eternity, perhaps only a second or two, or maybe longer, the overwhelming pressure Omega had unleashed suddenly receded like a tide. He stared at the young man before him, his expression dark and unreadable. No one could guess what the high-level expert was thinking. Although the intense killing intent in the room had dissipated, an even more terrifying silence replaced it.

Roufulei strained to stand on tiptoe, looking fearfully at her teacher. She knew his temper too well—when he was silent, that was when his true anger began, like the calm before a storm. Roufulei had once witnessed one of her teacher’s friends, another high-level expert, unintentionally provoke Omega with careless words. Omega had responded with the same silence, then suddenly attacked, mercilessly killing the other man on the spot.

Such was the terrifying nature of the Thunder God! It also made him the most inapproachable and loneliest among the high-level experts.

Before Zhang Wen arrived, Roufulei had secretly hoped his appearance might rescue her. Yet now, seeing him face her teacher, her heart was gripped with fear, afraid that her teacher might suddenly lash out and kill Zhang Wen.

Such conflicting emotions were new to her. Roufulei, known as the Poisonous Rose, had never cared about anyone else’s life before. If such a thing were said aloud, not only would others refuse to believe it, even she herself wouldn’t. Yet, the truth was undeniable.

Could it be because she had slept with him the previous night…?

Roufulei’s heart was a tangle of emotions. Hanging there for so long had left her lightheaded from poor blood circulation to her brain, and the two consecutive mental energy bursts from Thunder God Omega moments ago had left her even more disoriented and dazed. Dazedly, she suddenly thought of Iniel, and from Iniel, to herself.

She also carried the genes of the Kentucky clan. Could it be, just like Iniel, that sleeping with him had bound her heart to him…?

Roufulei’s cheeks flushed slightly, her dry lips bitten tightly, her heart in turmoil. Fortunately, neither Zhang Wen nor Thunder God Omega noticed her strange state at this moment.

“Do you want Roufulei?” Omega finally broke the silence, his gaze fixed on Zhang Wen.

The latter smiled faintly, “Not want—Roufulei is already my woman. No matter what, I won’t allow her to leave.”

“Young man, you’ve got guts! And you’re honest enough!” A faint blue vein throbbed visibly on Omega’s forehead. His violet pupils flickered with flame-like intensity as he said coolly, “But what makes you think you can change the decision of the Thunder God?”

“If you insist…” Zhang Wen glanced at Roufulei, suspended on the wall, trembling, “Then I can only risk my life to stop you.”

His voice was calm, resolute. Only Roufulei noticed that the back of Zhang Wen’s shirt was soaked with sweat. Clearly, Thunder God Omega had brought him immense pressure.

Anyone else—even another high-level expert—wouldn’t dare speak to Thunder God Omega this way. Everyone knew his temperament—he would kill without hesitation.

Omega’s blue eyes narrowed slightly, regarding the young man before him with some surprise. Previously, hearing from Roufulei had made him think Zhang Wen was just boasting. But only after witnessing him hold his own against Maryan and Gro without losing ground did Omega begin to find him interesting. Furthermore, if he truly could control the remnants of the Ruby faction once led by Silver Fox Andre, it might actually benefit Omega’s plans.

Yet face-to-face, he hadn’t expected the young man to show such resilience, not retreating even an inch.

Under different circumstances, Thunder God Omega would have killed Zhang Wen without hesitation. To him, it would be no different than crushing an ant. But at this particular moment…

Lost in thought, Thunder God slowly spoke, “Young man, I don’t care who you are, Andre or not. For daring to face me, the Thunder God, I’ll give you a chance…”

…

The door to the room opened, and Zhang Wen walked out, smiling. Seeing his calm demeanor, Maryan couldn’t help but wonder what had transpired between her teacher and him. How could this brat Zhang Wen walk out so easily?

Based on her understanding of her teacher, Zhang Wen should have at least been severely injured, if not dead. Especially considering the intense killing intent that had erupted from the room, clearly indicating her teacher’s anger!

Maryan’s bright eyes curiously followed Zhang Wen’s retreating figure, watching him walk past Gro, who was glaring furiously yet hesitating out of fear of their teacher, and she couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh.

This man was indeed interesting. No wonder even the proud Roufulei had changed her attitude toward him.

Next time, she’d find an opportunity to play with him again…

Maryan’s eyes, half-closed and shimmering, followed Zhang Wen’s figure until he turned the corner and vanished. Her red tongue flicked across her lips.

Dangerous glints sparkled in her eyes.

…

Watching Zhang Wen leave, the door shut again. Thunder God Omega remained silent, his expression growing darker and more ominous.

Roufulei swore she had never seen her teacher look this terrible before.

Recalling how Zhang Wen had stood up for her in front of her teacher moments ago, her ears flushed slightly red. Rubbing her wrists, which had just been untied and were bruised purple from the ropes, she thought of the departed Zhang Wen, her heart filled with hesitation and contradiction. She couldn’t confirm whether she truly had feelings for that man, but in her heart, he was undoubtedly the most special man.

Could the legend of the Kentucky clan be true? Just because he was her first man, had she developed feelings for him?! No! The Poisonous Rose needed no man!

She bit her lower lip hard, cautiously glancing at the grim-faced Omega as she softly said, “Teacher, please don’t be too angry. Zhang Wen’s always been stubborn, but since we’re all cooperating now…”

“Hmph!” Omega snorted coldly, his icy blue eyes sweeping over her, instantly silencing whatever Roufulei had intended to say next. Suddenly, he coughed violently, clutching his mouth. The imposing presence he had previously displayed crumbled like a sick man’s weakness, almost unable to remain seated.

“Teacher!” Roufulei rushed forward to support Omega, alarmed to find that her usually mighty teacher’s body had become extremely weak. A thin trickle of blood seeped through the fingers covering his mouth.

“Teacher, you…”

“Silence!” Gasping for breath, Omega’s jaw muscles twitched violently beside his face: “Not a word of this to anyone, or… you know the consequences.”