Chapter 59: You can kill me, but you can’t insult me!

Half an hour later, Robert suddenly sat up on the bed in his bedroom, letting out a scream.

The disciples who were standing guard outside immediately rushed in, anxiously asking: "Brother Robert, what’s wrong?"

Robert was trembling with rage, his long fingernails embedded into the bedding. Clenching his teeth, his face was changing from pale to blue repeatedly.

Ten minutes later, Robert finally managed to calm down and gritted his teeth: "Nothing, I just had a nightmare, you guys go out!"

Closing his eyes, the images from the dream immediately flashed in his mind, making him shudder with anger. What made him feel most upset was that this was just a dream, not something that really happened in reality.

If such a thing really happened in reality, he would call all the cultivators from the temple and make sure to kill him!

"It’s just a nightmare, just a nightmare," Robert repeatedly breathed deeply, saying, "There’s no such psychic in reality, as long as I practice well, one day I will become a real immortal!"

Sitting on the bed, Robert felt extremely tired for some reason, and he could hardly lift his eyes.

However, he still forced himself not to sleep, even not daring to close his eyes. He felt that as soon as he closed his eyes, he would return to that bizarre dream.

Suddenly, a cold smile appeared at the corner of Robert’s mouth.

He quickly jumped off the bed, opened the cabinet, took out a red pill, and swallowed it.

Meanwhile, in the dream.

Alexander looked at his spotless shoes and felt very comfortable. He looked at his fist and said, "Sure enough, the power of elements brings a great improvement. Now, there shouldn’t be many psychics who can rival me, right?"

System: "Yes, yes, host. You’ve even beaten the cultivators, ordinary psychics are definitely not your opponents, but host, don’t be arrogant! You should know that the universe is so vast, your stage should not be limited to Earth."

Alexander clenched his fist and laughed, "I know, I have a sense of proportion!"

System: "Host, do you want to continue matching?"

Alexander looked at the time and found it was still early, so he said, "Keep matching! My women were too tired last night. Let them sleep a little longer, there’s no rush."

[Ding! The dream system is matching...]

[Ding! Matching successful, the opponent is: Robert, Qi practicing stage eight!]

The next moment, with a flash of light, Robert appeared a hundred meters away.

Seeing him, Alexander’s eyes brightened, and he exclaimed with admiration: "It’s you again? Hehe, it seems we are really fated! But what’s with this improvement, just from licking my shoe, you’ve improved so much?"

Robert opened his eyes and saw Alexander. He was taken aback, and then his face showed an extremely ferocious expression.

"I guessed right! I can only enter your illusion when I’m sleeping or meditating. Good! Very good! I will never let you go this time!"

He roared at Alexander, and a huge metal sword instantly materialized in his hand, charging towards Alexander.

"Last time I underestimated you and fell into your trap, this time, I’m going to beat you until you call me ’daddy’! Take this!!"

Alexander took a stance and smiled, saying: "Good! I like your attitude of not being afraid of failure. Come on!"

...

Two hours later.

In the dream, Robert looked at Alexander coming towards him and knelt down with a thud, trembling: "Dad, please, stop beating me..."

Alexander, who was about to fight him again, paused and frowned, saying: "What’s wrong? Weren’t we having a great time for the past two hours?"

Tears streamed down Robert’s face, feeling wronged and wanting to go home to his mother.

Happy? Happy my ass!

Two hours ago, Robert felt that he had lost only because he had underestimated his opponent.

With a tenacious belief of not admitting defeat, he consumed various pills in an attempt to defeat Alexander with the help of the enhancements they provided.

But two hours later, he didn’t think so.

After all, being crushed 500 times in a row would break even the most mentally strong people!

In the beginning, Alexander used the Fist of Elements against him and easily crushed him. Later, it got more and more outrageous.

During the duel, Alexander used only one arm, and then he didn’t use his arms at all, only his legs. In the end, he didn’t use his limbs at all...

Robert was devastated, he was totally hopeless!

Alexander frowned, saying: "Get up, if you have something to say, say it properly, don’t cry! I hate it when people sob in front of me."

Robert trembled, saying: "Let me go! Isn’t it enough that I call you ’daddy’? If you really want to fight someone, find someone else. Please let me go! I beg you!"

"Come on, how about this!" Alexander took a deep breath and sighed, "If it doesn’t work, I’ll duel with you using my penis. What do you think? It’s also very strong, and very hard!"

Upon hearing this, Robert suddenly raised his head and roared: "You can kill me, but you can’t insult me!"

Alexander squatted in front of him, frowned, and said, "When did I ever insult you? I put so many restrictions on myself, isn’t it to take care of your feelings? After all, you are so weak, I have to accommodate you, right?"

Robert extended his trembling hand, pointing at Alexander, and trembling all over, he stuttered, "You... you... I..."

Alexander sincerely patted his shoulder and said, "Moreover, as you know, the spiritual energy of Earth is now depleted. There are not many people with significant strength. You are a good brother who I had a hard time finding who was willing to fight me for five hundred rounds!"

"Stay with me for another five hundred rounds, and then I’ll treat you to a meal! How about it?" Alexander said sincerely.

Robert looked at Alexander, who was sincere, trembling.

He suddenly stretched out his fist.

Alexander’s eyes brightened, and he said, "Are we starting?"

Robert’s expression froze, and then he cried, pounding the ground angrily with his fist.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"I am not your brother, I am not your good brother!"

Alexander frowned and said, "Are you so unwilling to fight with me? I thought we were making progress together, didn’t you gain great insights and improvements from our fights?"

Robert sobbed heavily, hitting the ground harder, and said, "No! Not at all! And there will never be!"

Alexander had a smile that seemed to say ’you are lying to me’, and said, "I don’t believe it."

Robert knelt on the spot with a dazed expression.

The next moment, he cried out, "I’ll call you ’Dad’!! Is it not enough if I call you ’Dad’? Please, no more fighting, I beg you!"

Alexander sighed, shook his head, stood up, and said, "Okay! I originally thought that we had formed a deep friendship in the fight. I never expected that the final result would be like this. I treated you as a brother, but you wanted to treat me as a dad..."

Alexander looked at him seriously, then stretched out a finger and said, "One last round, and then we’ll call it a day. How does that sound?"

Robert broke down. He suddenly materialized a blade, pointing it at his own neck, and cried out, "Why do I have to face this situation! Why me!"

Alexander hurriedly reached out and said, "Brother, this shows that we are destined! Put down the sword in your hand, let’s talk things out! This is a dream, you can’t die like this!"

Robert cried out to the sky, shedding tears on the spot.

Puchi!

Robert committed suicide with a sword, blood splashing all over.

Alexander stood in place, his extended hand not knowing where to put for a moment.

"Um..."

Alexander said in astonishment, "System, do you think I have gone too far?"

System: "Although there are fewer cultivators on Earth, you can’t just fixate on one person."

Alexander withdrew his hand and sighed, "I understand. It’s just a pity for such a good opponent. If he doesn’t fight with me, where will I find someone in the future..."

Alexander shook his head, feeling quite regretful.

Meanwhile, in the temple bedroom.

Accompanied by shrill, desperate screams, Robert suddenly sat up from the bed. His eyes were lifeless, wide open, panting incessantly, and his sweat had almost soaked the entire bedsheet.

Hearing his screams, several of his junior brothers outside the door hurriedly rushed in and anxiously asked, "Elder brother! What’s wrong with you again?!"

Robert raised his head, looking at them with a haggard face, and murmured, "Has that person’s information been found out yet..."

Seeing Robert’s current disheveled appearance, all of his junior brothers subconsciously swallowed their saliva.

They had never seen their elder brother in such a state before, as if he had just walked out of hell.

"It... it’s clear!" One of his junior brothers hurriedly placed a stack of documents in front of him.

"That man is called Alexander, the wealthiest person in America. This is just his superficial identity. But for the other identities, we can’t find them for a while. This person may not be simple."

Robert, trembling, picked up the document and slowly browsed through it. However, upon seeing Alexander’s photo, his pupils suddenly contracted.

What’s going on?

Where did this inexplicable sense of familiarity and inexplicable fear come from?

Why would he shiver subconsciously after seeing this photo?

He rubbed his eyes hard, it must be because the horrifying existence in the dream had cast a shadow on him...

As he became sober, the image of the bastard in the dream gradually blurred.

It’s best to forget everything!!

Just remembering a little bit of this kind of thing is enough to cause a mental breakdown!

He gripped the documents in his hand tightly, gritted his teeth fiercely, and said,

"Good! Very good! So the man who hurt Laura is called Alexander, huh! I’m in a very bad mood today, it’s just right to vent my anger on this guy! Watch how I ruthlessly beat him to death! Let him regret his actions!"