Abyss Solo

A little further in outer space, hidden in the East Wind ship far from Minter City, Lyu and 026 looked at the projection screen in front of them, both with expressions of admiration.

The boss is really too arrogant.

Yang Ming's voice continued to come through. Lyu needed to edit today's video, so he was staring wide-eyed, not missing any detail.

Yang Ming continued:

"Great, now there's some murderous intent in your eyes. Want to hit me? Or do you want to put a few holes in me with a laser gun?"

"I've always thought that your New Federation's so-called freedom and democracy is the biggest joke in the Milky Way. You should feel it yourselves, right? In the vast Minter City, a third of the population is low-income, holding glamorous salaries but unable to live well due to the high cost of living on this planet."

"What concepts do they instill in you? That the rich should have everything, but they don't tell you that in this compounded society model, the income from ten million assets will always be greater than one hundred thousand by a hundred times, no, far more than a hundred times."

"The so-called democracy should be based on fairness and equality, what about you?"

"Are the muscles on your face moving?"

Yang Ming pointed at a warrior and said calmly: "Want to come up and hit me? What are you waiting for?"

"Mr. Ghost!"

Someone took a firm step forward, loudly saying: "You are known as the strongest transformed person in the Galaxy. Today we are ordered to come and engage in a friendly spar with you!"

"So much nonsense," Yang Ming said, "I'm standing here letting you hit me, come on? You really are a bunch of cowards."

"Ah!"

The transformed soldier in front of Yang Ming gave a loud shout and directly lunged at Yang Ming, his fist aimed at Yang Ming's nose.

Yang Ming didn't move, his eyes were very calm.

Bang!

Yang Ming's figure was directly knocked flying, the transformed soldier's arm bulging with veins from exertion, his muscles slightly twitching.

The scene was silent.

Yang Ming lay there quietly, as if he was stunned from the hit, but his laughter soon rang out.

He slowly floated up, his face unscathed, shaking his head slightly with regret.

"Is that all?"

The transformed soldier who attacked shouted again, as if to bolster his courage, lightly tapping the ground with his toes, his figure darting towards Yang Ming like an arrow, his fist crackling with thunder, muscles bulging instantly, showing incredible explosiveness.

The transformed soldiers here, are also top-notch biochemical transformation soldiers who can tear apart small transport ships!

But this time, the soldier's fist was tightly grasped by a large hand.

Yang Ming's figure did not retreat. He merely pulled lightly to the side, absolutely overpowering his opponent's explosive force, causing the New Federation soldier's body to uncontrollably lurch to the side.

Yang Ming's knee arched upward, also controlling the force, stopping at the soldier's ribs.

With a crisp sound of bone shattering, the soldier's body flew high and crashed heavily, the whole place falling silent.

Yang Ming turned his head to look at the crowd: "Come on, cowards."

Loud shouts echoed within the room, one by one transformed beings ripped open their clothes, muscles rapidly expanding, their bodies growing a full size larger, surging towards Yang Ming.

Yang Ming's figure suddenly countercharged, diving headfirst into the crowd of transformed people.

He didn't use any mental impact tactics, purely physical confrontation, punches and kicks colliding, testing their resistance to attacks and their own attacking capabilities.

Figures were constantly thrown backward.

Yang Ming's body was covered with faint fist marks and shoe prints.

He would also be temporarily overwhelmed, after all, it's hard to fight four fists with two, but as soon as he found an opportunity, these warriors would be sent flying one or two at a time.

A head-to-head fierce battle unfolded in the field.

If one had to use a term to describe the current scene, Griss would prefer to call it... muscular chaos...

Half an hour later.

Yang Ming was panting heavily, standing at the center of the field filled with groaning strong men, wanting to light a cigarette for himself.

He was not seriously harmed, no skin broken, just that his shirt was torn into several strips, making him look a bit disheveled.

"The New Federation's biochemical transformation technology is truly lacking."

Yang Ming grinned, looking down at these warriors who couldn't stand up anymore, calmly said:

"Remember, from now on when you New Federation transformed people see our Empire's transformed people, walk with your heads down."

"What qualifications do you have to look down on the Empire?"

"Under the oppression of the Emperor's Power, true democracy and freedom might emerge, who can say for certain?"

After saying that, Yang Ming shook his head, turned and slowly floated up, drifting back to the viewstand where the Imperial Investigation Team was situated.

In the East Wind, Lyu and 026 had already entered work mode. The edited video of today's event would be centered entirely around Boss Yang's last words. Of course, the short film that was about to be widely circulated among the Empire's social groups, would be nothing more than 'malicious editing' from the New Federation's side.