Within the Jiezhi Space, watching Pei Yan mount the cross-border enforcer Tauros from the Magic Realm, madly swinging iron fists at the cow face while cursing the Minotaur repeatedly, Zhao Yuanhu, who was on the team mission, could clearly sense his partner's recent surge of aggression.

"Alright, if you keep hitting him, he'll die!" Unable to bear it any longer, Zhao Yuanhu stepped forward, placing a hand on Pei Yan's shoulder to advise him.

Pei Yan withdrew his fist, looking at the cow face of the Minotaur that was caved in by his blows. He spat onto its face and stood up, still unsatisfied, then kicked the waist of the opponent fiercely. This kick made the Minotaur twitch a few times before it stopped moving completely.

Zhao Yuanhu stepped forward and placed his hand on the Minotaur's neck, feeling around and checking its breath. The originally heavy-breathing Minotaur was now barely breathing, essentially only exhaling without inhaling. He looked up at Pei Yan in surprise and said, "You killed him!"

Pei Yan took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, glanced at the other Minotaurs that had been subdued, and confronted their hateful glares with his eyes wide open. Those Minotaurs reluctantly lowered their heads due to his imposing manner. Then, he lit the cigarette in his hand with disdain and said, "Dead is dead. Before the mission started, we followed the usual procedure to shout at them. They wouldn't listen, especially the leader who resisted to the end. What could I do?"

"You've been too murderous lately. I'm not asking you to show mercy, but...!"

Before Zhao Yuanhu could finish, Pei Yan raised the hand holding the cigarette and interrupted her, "I know! I understand what you mean! I'll keep it in mind!"

Pei Yan was certainly aware. He wasn't unaware that his temper had increasingly been becoming restless, and the cause of his restlessness was precisely the delayed battle at the Secret Prison.

More than half a month had passed since he completed the demonstration, yet there was still no movement from Shen Yu. Through the conversation with the mysterious girl that night, he vaguely speculated that the timing she mentioned might be related to Shen Yu's action this time, but he couldn't figure out the details of how it would unfold.

The more confused he was, the more irritated he became, with an unnamable fire growing intensely. If there was truly a battle, he might relax a little, but this tense pre-battle atmosphere was the most nerve-wracking.

The physical training was progressing, but the mental training was still insufficient. When could I have the poise of Elder Lin, who remains unfazed under great pressure? Raising his head and seeing the worried expression in his partner's eyes, Pei Yan shook his head and sighed internally.

What he didn't know was that the Elder Lin he admired had a blister on his lip because of anxiety. Not only Pei Yan but also the high-ranking officials of the investigative force were anxiously waiting for Shen Yu until their eyes grew weary.

No one knew that the initiation of the first battle in the Superpower Realm would be triggered by Ye Jiumu.

When Pei Yan and Wang Wenze completed their mission and returned to the investigation hall, they sensed something off. The people passing by whispered as they looked at them. Wang Wenze, sensing something was wrong, stopped someone to inquire about the situation, and the four of them rushed into the elevator in shock.

Arriving at the upstairs hall, outside the covertly set up medical room, the first sight was Xue Buli crying incessantly in the corner, and Jiang Feiyang and Peng Lang smoking silently with gloomy faces.

Pei Yan saw the clothes stained with blood on both of them, and hurried forward, asking with a trembling voice, "What happened? I heard downstairs about Ye Jiumu and Qi Weidong being in trouble!"

Seeing Jiang Feiyang's trembling hand holding a cigarette, silent, Wang Wenze got furious, snatched the cigarette, threw it on the ground, and growled, "Where did your previous enthusiasm go? Tell us what happened!"

Pei Yan clutched his waist, his mind buzzing. Just today! Just today, the investigation hall had numerous tasks, and their squad was split into three teams to carry out missions. Their team was led by Wang Wenze, another team led by Ye Jiumu with six members, while the upper team took the weakest members Qi Hua and Kong Lin to another dimension's fault point. How did this happen when they weren't together?

"If it weren't for me! If it weren't for me! Jiumu, Weidong wouldn't have...!"

Xue Buli choked out two sentences when Jiang Feiyang suddenly turned back with red eyes, shouting, "Shut up!"

Xue Buli swallowed her words under this shout, leaning on Liang Qian, who came to comfort her, sobbing softly.

"Why are you yelling at her? It's not her fault!" Peng Lang yelled with his head down.

"I never said it was her fault!"

"Enough!" Forcibly regaining composure, Pei Yan interrupted their argument, squatting down to hold Jiang Feiyang's shoulder, asking seriously, "We'll discuss everything else later. First, tell me if they're going to be alright!"

Jiang Feiyang wiped his face with bloody hands, blew his nose, and sobbed, "I don't know. They're badly injured, Jiumu's flesh has turned inside out, exposing the bones, Qi Weidong, Weidong, Weidong," choking several times before finally saying, "lost an arm!"

"Who did it?" Thinking of the camaraderie through life and death over the year, the friendship with Ye Jiumu went without saying, and although Qi Weidong was relatively new, he was a cheerful lad from Shandong whose personality fitted well with mine. At this moment, Pei Yan felt a surge of Qi Blood, gritting his teeth as he asked.

"Shen Yu!"

From the depths of the corridor came Xia Yu's chillingly cold voice.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Feiyang immediately stood up and quickly moved forward, gathering courage to inquire, "How are they now?"

"They were saved by Elder Lin!" Xia Yu said as she tore off the sleeve soaked in blood and threw it into the trash bin.

The crowd that gathered around collectively sighed in relief. Pei Yan leaned closer, whispering cautiously, "How about Qi Weidong's arm?"

Xia Yu shook her head regretfully. Seeing this, Xue Buli crouched on the ground, burying her head in her arms, crying out loudly.

"Go have a look! Don't enter the room, Elder Lin's treatment isn't finished yet. The opponent's ability is odd; there's a troublesome toxin inside!" Xia Yu, exhausted, sat on the bench, pointing towards the depths of the corridor.

Through the glass on the door, looking at the two on the hospital bed, Elder Lin and another elderly gentleman were using their internal powers to regulate their bodies. The garbage bin beside the hospital bed was still piled with discarded bloody clothes, and Gao Yaping from the equipment department, her eyes red, was dragging the mop over the blood-stained floor.

At the bedside of Ye Jiumu, his identical twin brother Ye Ruozai held his hand, seeing his brother's handsome face turn pale due to excessive blood loss. Whether from anxiety or anger, his body trembled slightly.

Looking at Qi Weidong on the other bed, Pei Yan realized his condition was more serious than Jiang Feiyang had described—the right arm had been cleanly cut off, a wrist-wide wound slowly healing under Elder Lin's treatment. On his chest were three shocking claw marks, and judging from the elevated left leg, it seemed to have sustained significant injury.

Feeling the concerned gaze from the people outside, the awakened Ye Jiumu craned his neck to look at the door. When he saw the anxious faces plastered on the glass, he laboriously raised his right hand and made a victory sign!

Pei Yan barely squeezed out a smile, giving him a thumbs-up to signal for him to rest and recover, before turning to walk down the corridor, his face instantly turning grim as he spoke coldly without any emotion, "I want Shen Yu to pay with blood!"