As Long Aotian fought, he realized that Bang Daomang was indeed quite skilled.
He sensed that his opponent's strength was at the Awakening level of the mid-tier Fourth Gate!
Once a master reached the Awakening level, it was a completely different realm—a true metamorphosis within the mid-tier Fourth Gate!
But his own strength was far from what it used to be, his old injuries still lingered, and a direct confrontation wasn't the best strategy.
However, if he couldn't even defeat one of Huo Wendong's subordinates, he might as well quit the martial world altogether!
With that thought, Long Aotian decided to unleash a major move!
Gathering his Tyrannical Aura into a single point, he unleashed a deadly killing technique!
**"Tyrant's Divine Counter—Activate!"**
Bang Daomang had initially assumed that his opponent's strength was similar to his own, making it an even fight.
But what he didn't know was that this man was the War God of the Borderlands, a master who had already reached the upper-tier Fourth Gate.
Even though his current strength appeared to be on par with Bang Daomang's, his techniques, battle aura, experience, and combat style were all several levels higher.
The **"Tyrant's Divine Counter"** allowed him to condense all his true energy into a single explosive strike, dealing damage far beyond his current level!
By the time Bang Daomang realized something was wrong, it was already too late.
With one strike, Bang Daomang was sent flying, crashing into a wall. The crumbling structure collapsed with a thunderous roar, leaving Bang Daomang unconscious atop a pile of rubble.
Long Aotian watched as his opponent passed out, but then he suddenly felt a backlash in his body. The urge to vomit blood surged, but he forcibly suppressed it.
Vomiting blood or not made a huge difference in terms of bodily harm.
Even if some blood had already risen to his mouth, swallowing it back was entirely different from being unable to control it and spitting it out. The resulting internal injuries were on completely different levels.
Long Aotian took a deep breath, steadying his breathing.
*Damn it, this guy really was something. If I had met him back in the borderlands, I would've crushed him in one move!*
*Daring to challenge me?*
*Don't you know I'm the Child of Destiny?!*
Up above, Bronze Tuo Wang watched the scene and thought, *Perfect! What a golden opportunity!*
Facing two masters would've been tricky, but with only a severely injured Lu Chengwen left, dealing with him would be a piece of cake!
Bronze Tuo Wang suddenly descended from above. Long Aotian was in the middle of regulating his breath to recover from his injuries when he abruptly looked up.
**"Who's there?"**
**"Your daddy!"**
Bronze Tuo Wang struck with a palm technique from above. Even though Long Aotian knew he couldn't handle it, he had no choice but to block.
**Boom!**
Long Aotian spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground, coughing violently.
**"You… who are you?"**
Bronze Tuo Wang grinned smugly. **"The mighty general under Young Master Long Aotian's command—Bronze Tuo Wang!"**
Long Aotian's eyes widened. **"I curse your ancestors!"**
Bronze Tuo Wang burst into laughter. **"Lu Chengwen, running into me today is your bad luck."**
**"You idiots, I am Long Aotian!"**
**"Oh?"** Bronze Tuo Wang smirked. **"This guy really is as dramatic as the rumors say."**
He grabbed Long Aotian by the hair and sneered, **"Listen up, dumbass. I'm not like Iron Tuo Wang, that fool who got played by you. Meeting us brothers today is your doom."**
The chubby subordinate chimed in, **"Boss, no need to waste words on him. This bastard has repeatedly made our young master suffer. We need to vent his anger!"**
Long Aotian struggled to speak. **"I am Long Aotian. You've… been fooled by Lu Chengwen."**
**"Huh?"** Bronze Tuo Wang grabbed Long Aotian's hair with one hand and cupped his ear with the other. **"What? Speak up! Who's Long Aotian? Who?"**
**"I—"**
**Slap!**
A resounding slap landed on Long Aotian's face, instantly swelling it up.
Long Aotian ran his tongue along his teeth—they were already loose.
He looked up at Bronze Tuo Wang in disbelief. **"You dare hit me?"**
Bronze Tuo Wang laughed. **"Of course I dare hit you! What the hell do you think you are?"**
Long Aotian was furious. Bang Daomang, that idiot, had actually made things worse by draining his true energy and leaving him injured.
**"I'll say it one more time! You've got the wrong guy! That guy is Lu Chengwen. I am Long Aotian—your young master! You've been tricked by him!"**
**"Oh, really?"**
**"Yes, damn it! Call the strategist. I guarantee he can confirm my identity!"**
**"Still spouting nonsense about the strategist!"**
**Slap!** Another heavy slap landed.
**"I answer directly to the young master now. No one in the world has authority over me except him. The strategist? The strategist is only fit to polish my shoes!"**
Bronze Tuo Wang gripped Long Aotian's hair, shaking him violently while raining down slaps like they were free.
**"You! You! You! You dare impersonate our young master?"**
**"Stubborn bastard!"**
**"Look at you—sly-eyed, rat-faced, hideous, and repulsive!"**
**Slap!** Another heavy slap.
**"You think you're worthy of impersonating our young master?"**
Long Aotian weakly muttered, **"Your damn—"**
**"Still talking back!"**
**Slap!** Another slap.
Bronze Tuo Wang dragged him by the hair to a nearby dusty, cracked full-length mirror.
Pointing at the reflection, he barked, **"Look! Look at yourself! How the hell do you compare to our young master? Huh? Your fat face is so bloated, and you dare impersonate our handsome, dashing, majestic, and charming young master?"**
**Slap!**
**"Open your eyes and look!"**
**Slap!**
**"Look at your face!"**
**Slap!**
**"What part of you looks like the War God of the Borderlands?"**
**Slap!**
**"Where's the aura of the Child of Destiny?"**
**Slap!**
**"Your face is so fat, and you still dare pretend to be the young master? Who the hell are you fooling?"**
**Slap!**
**"Is our young master fat? Since when? Huh?"**
**Slap!**
**"Talk! Talk! Say something!"**
Bronze Tuo Wang continued slapping relentlessly. Long Aotian was on the verge of tears.
**"Stop hitting me… I really am… My face is swollen because you've been slapping me! It wasn't this fat originally!"**
Bronze Tuo Wang widened his eyes. **"You impersonate our young master, and I shouldn't slap you? Shouldn't I?"**
**Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!**
**"Say it! Say it! Say it! Shouldn't I slap you for impersonating our young master?"**
Bronze Tuo Wang continued slapping while shouting.
Long Aotian was sobbing uncontrollably. **"I didn't impersonate anyone! I really am Long Aotian!"**
**"Still lying! Still lying! Still lying! Our young master's face isn't this fat!"**
**Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!**
Long Aotian cried out, **"You're the one who made my face swell! It wasn't like this before! Can't you understand that?"**
Bronze Tuo Wang's eyes bulged. **"Oh, so it's my fault now? Shouldn't I slap you for impersonating our young master? Shouldn't I? Shouldn't I?"**
He kept slapping.
Long Aotian sobbed, **"I already told you I'm not impersonating anyone! Just make a damn phone call and ask!"**
**"Your face is so fat, and you still deny it? Deny it! Deny it! Deny it!"**
Long Aotian was utterly defeated.
He realized that Bronze Tuo Wang's brain was even more rigid than Iron Tuo Wang's.
There was no reasoning with him. If Long Aotian denied impersonating, Bronze Tuo Wang would point to his swollen face.
If Long Aotian said his face wasn't originally fat and that Bronze Tuo Wang had caused the swelling, Bronze Tuo Wang would retort, *"Then why would I slap you if you weren't impersonating?"*
And if Long Aotian insisted he wasn't impersonating, Bronze Tuo Wang would loop back to using his swollen face as proof of impersonation…
An endless, inescapable cycle.
Long Aotian could keep arguing, but his face couldn't take it anymore.
Finally, he gave in. **"Fine, I admit it. I'm Lu Chengwen. I was impersonating. Happy now? Stop hitting me."**
Bronze Tuo Wang looked shocked. **"Wait, so you really were impersonating?"**
Long Aotian thought, *What the hell… Is this guy even human?*
Bronze Tuo Wang flew into a rage and started slapping again. **"Liar! Liar! Liar! Impersonator! You really were impersonating! I'll beat you to death! If I hadn't run into the young master by chance, I might've actually been fooled by a fraud like you! How dangerous! I almost ended up as dumb as Iron Tuo Wang!"**
Long Aotian realized—*admitting it made him hit me even harder!*