Online: I Can See Health Bars Chapter 4 Monster

However...

Fang Yu craned his neck.

Those stark white thighs shone blindingly bright.

Is stuff like this truly allowed in the game???

This sensation... maybe I should give it a shot, turn into a villain... an utterly vile villain, pull off something that'd shame my forebears!

Yet, witnessing the shopkeeper’s wife’s shrill cries and desperate thrashing, the budding wicked thought in Fang Yu’s head got snuffed out instantly.

Born!

No! That’s too mild!

I need a fiercer term than “born” to denounce Wang Er’s actions!

I truly deserve death! I truly deserve death! My brain’s crammed with filthy nonsense—did my nine years of compulsory schooling and four years of college all vanish? Where’s my sense of morality? My integrity? My guts to stand up for justice?

Even inside the game, I have to shine as a beacon of justice!

Fang Yu bellowed out right away.

“Stop!!”

“Stop!!”

The very moment Fang Yu yelled, a booming voice rang out from behind as well.

Fang Yu whipped around and spotted a white-robed youth at the doorway, gripping a longsword, seething with rage.

One look, and Fang Yu froze in shock.

“Young master?!”

“Young sir!”

Everyone’s expressions twisted in alarm, shouting out loud.

“Gu’er, flee! Stay back!” the shopkeeper’s wife shrieked desperately.

But how could a son retreat when his mother faced such shame?

The white-robed youth roared in fury, sword in hand, lunging straight at Fang Yu, the closest target.

Fang Yu snapped to action, terrified, scrambling away like he’d encountered a specter.

This sight left Zhao Tian, You Huo, and You Mu utterly baffled.

“Worthless!”

“Useless trash!”

“Let me handle it!”

The trio of hulking thugs surged past Fang Yu, piling onto the white-robed youth.

Zhao Tian struck first, slamming a kick into the youth’s chest that hurled him backward, sword flying free as he crashed hard against the wall.

The three seized the chance, mobbing him with punches and kicks, while the shopkeeper’s wife wailed endlessly in terror, begging frantically.

Wang Er tore at the woman’s garments, smirking slyly.

“Madame, you wouldn’t want your boy beaten to death, right?”

Those words made the ceaselessly resisting woman go utterly still and obedient.

The casino thugs had the scene fully under control.

Fang Yu stood there blankly, watching the pummeling.

“What, what are you guys doing?”

Zhao Tian and crew didn’t even glance back.

“Beating him! Blind or what?”

“Get over here and join in! Useless fool!”

“Coward! A sword-wielding brat spooks you this bad! Pathetic scum!”

Join in the beating?

Fang Yu could scarcely trust his eyes, like they were pulling some massive prank.

Because over the white-robed youth’s head floated a line of data.

[Li Baigu: 998.8/1000.]

A thousand-HP... beast!

And their punches and kicks...

“-0.1.”

“-0.1.”

“-0.1.”

“-0.1.”

“-0.1.”

It’s merely tickling! Dude, your hits are just tickles to him!

Do you even grasp what you’re striking?

And you expect me to pitch in?

Fang Yu wagged his head like a rattle-drum.

“No way! I’m not joining!”

“Not coming? Great! I’ll pound you senseless first!”

Zhao Tian followed through, hiking up his sleeves and advancing to clobber him.

Fang Yu’s face paled, blurting out quickly.

“Wait, you lot, don’t you see... that fellow’s faking frailty but hiding real power?”

“Who?” Zhao Tian blinked in confusion.

“That pretty boy!”

Fang Yu jabbed a finger at the white-robed youth.

Slap!

Right as Fang Yu spoke, Zhao Tian smacked the white-robed youth’s face.

“-0.2!”

Critical strike! A glaring red crit!

But it’s totally pointless, man!

Still, Zhao Tian kept haughtily slapping Li Baigu’s cheeks.

“Faking weak to lure the strong? This pretty boy? His legs are skinnier than my arms!”

The other pair erupted in guffaws, while Li Baigu abruptly fixed a icy stare on Fang Yu.

Fang Yu recoiled on reflex, tripping over some odd item, but he disregarded it, yelling,

“You idiots know nothing—he’s holding back, waiting to morph into the Dragon King! See, see, his mouth’s twisting! His mouth is warping!!”

Sure enough, Li Baigu glared murderously at Fang Yu, lips twitching upward faintly, only for Zhao Tian to pinch them suddenly.

“Twisted mouth?”

Slap!

A hard slap landed.

-0.1!

“Daring a twisted mouth?”

Slap!

-0.1!

“I’ll puff your face so huge, try faking weak now!”

Slap slap slap slap slap slap!

-0.1!

-0.1!

-0.1!

-0.1!

So frail and helpless, pathetically frail!

Fang Yu lamented inwardly.

“Nice one, Brother Zhao! Those slaps boomed like thunder!”

“Still faking with that puny build—I could handle ten like him solo, no need for Brother Tian!”

The side duo egged on the mockery.

Damn!

It’s doomed, every soul in this place is doomed!

Fang Yu spun to bolt, glanced down, and spied a longsword on the floor.

Then it hit him—it had to be what the white-robed youth lost.

He snatched it up...

“Diao Deyi, toss the sword here! I’ll hack off his limbs, see if he fakes weak after!”

Fang Yu froze mid-motion.

Perhaps... that could work?

Seeing the white-robed youth endure without retaliation, maybe he really boasted insane endurance as a perk?

After all, new game and all—Fang Yu didn’t fully get the health bar system yet.

If it boiled down to just a fat health bar, no big threat? Especially sans arms, he’d be harmless.

Just as Fang Yu prepared to hurl the sword, a sharp kick to his back sent him lurching, sword clattering nearby for another to grab.

-0.5!

“You done fooling around yet! I’m conducting business, and your messing’s giving me a headache!”

That voice belonged to Wang Er, shirtless, arm marked with bites, health bar dipped a bit—who knew what went down—trousers still up, stomping over to the white-robed youth in rage.

“You wench, hear this: I’m severing your son’s arms now, and if you resist or suicide when I return, off goes his head!”

Clearly, Wang Er’s side hadn’t been smooth, fueling his fury.

He approached the white-robed youth, had two hold him down, and hoisted the sword.

Fang Yu spotted it at once.

Shifted! The look in the white-robed youth’s eyes shifted! He’s about to...

Swoosh—

The blade gleamed, severing the white-robed youth’s arm.

Blood sprayed across Zhao Tian, who licked his lips creepily.

-100!

A vivid red figure burst up, stunning Fang Yu speechless.

This, this counted as real damage?

So he was genuinely just bark, no bite!

Hell! What a pointless fright!

Fang Yu exhaled in relief. Wang Er swung again, lopping off the white-robed youth’s other arm.

-100!

True to his word, Wang Er, a genuine tough guy!

The wife now knelt, sobbing and imploring, as the white-robed youth’s eyes blazed red, bellowing in wrath...

Hold on!

Something’s wrong!

Why’s he still glaring straight at me?

A cold shiver hit Fang Yu, sensing lingering wrongness.

This is Wang Er slicing your arms—why fixate on me so obsessively? Just ‘cause I called out the faking weak bit?

The deeper Fang Yu mulled, the fishier it seemed. Since he’d pointed out the feigned weakness, the white-robed youth had behaved oddly!

On impulse, Fang Yu edged toward the door quietly.

Unexpectedly, this sparked the white-robed youth instantly, nearly yelling.

“You’re not allowed to leave!!”