I’m a Max-Level Taoist Master, and You’re Throwing Me Into a Rules-Based Horror Game?! - Chapter 28

Chapter 28: Humiliated Like This—He’s Probably the Only One!

“Do I need to ask for you to speak?”

Zhang Yangqing punctuated each word with a strike.

Weren’t you acting all high and mighty when you first walked in?
I much preferred that arrogant look of yours earlier.

Zhang Yangqing had perfect control—he hit just hard enough to ensure the goblin security guard wouldn’t die, but hard enough to make him wish he could.

This was what it meant to suffer a fate worse than death—denied even the mercy of a quick end.

By the end, even the goblin guard thought this new recruit was going too far.

At first, you at least made excuses while hitting me.
Now you’re not even bothering with reasons—just straight-up beating me?

Zhang Yangqing couldn’t care less about his thoughts. Since when do I need a reason to hit you?
It’s not like I hit you just because I feel like it.

If I tell you to talk, you talk. How dare you talk back?

This absurd scene was a stark contrast to the tense, cautious atmosphere in other challengers’ scenarios.

While others nervously buttered up the goblin guards for scraps of intel, China’s challenger took the direct approach—dragging them in and beating them senseless.

Zhang Yangqing’s final remark left everyone breathless:

“Last chance. Figure out what I want to ask, then think carefully about how you’ll answer.”

The sheer audacity of that statement made even the live audience gasp.

[Comments Section]

• • Holy hell. This guy can’t even be bothered to ask questions now? “Here’s your chance—take it or leave it.” Like he even needs this guy’s intel to clear the stage!

• • Other challengers get bullied by the supernatural, but this guy? He bullies the supernatural.

• • No one else could humiliate a supernatural entity like this. Absolute legend!

• • RIP to any supernatural beings matched against him. But damn, this is satisfying to watch!

• • He’s giving us the catharsis we deserve. Serves these freaks right for tormenting us all the time.

• • Just kill him already. Dude’s ugly as sin—and I heard he’s been harassing women. Extra reason to end him.

• • Bro’s giving you a chance. Better start talking!

• • Bro let you in, and you actually walked in? Consider this a lesson—next life, be smarter.

• • One thing’s clear: this goblin guard is tough. After all that beating, he’s still alive—way stronger than that frost wraith.

• • Or maybe… Bro wasn’t even trying?

• • My mom asked why I’m kneeling in front of the screen. This guy’s on another level!

While viewers from other countries might be sweating over their own challengers, China’s audience was completely at ease—some even snacking on melon seeds.

The Chinese expert panel had deduced that the goblin guard was one of the dungeon’s top-tier threats.

Yet their challenger was thrashing him like a ragdoll. What was there to fear?

Hu Liuqi noticed a subtle detail earlier: when their challenger greeted the frost-statue wraith, he’d merely raised a hand—while the wraith responded with a bow and a raised hand.

This suggested the wraith recognized the challenger’s overwhelming strength and lowered its stance accordingly.

After all, during its patrol, the wraith had seen the shattered statues—proof of the new guard’s terrifying power.

Hu Liuqi sighed. “Strength commands respect, no matter where you are—even in the supernatural world.”

As for the goblin guard? Pure bad luck. He’d barged in without sizing up the person who let him in.

Zhang Yangqing wasn’t even focused on clearing the stage—surviving the final wave of supernatural rampage was a non-issue for him.

His real concern? How to achieve a flawless victory and claim the highest rewards.

A goal other challengers wouldn’t dare dream of.

Even Egypt’s top challenger, Rahman, had only devised two survival strategies.

From the letters, he’d inferred treasures in the staff lounge—but so what?

That was beyond his reach. Why risk death for hidden loot?

Meanwhile, challengers like Lee Jung-pil were still struggling just to stay alive.

While other goblin guards anxiously waited outside, the one in Zhang Yangqing’s room learned a brutal lesson:

Karma always collects its debt.

No wonder this guy let me in—he wasn’t afraid at all.

“Stop! I’ll talk, okay?!”

The goblin guard spilled everything:

He’d taken this job to uncover the wax museum’s secret—a hidden artifact.

It was stashed in a locked cabinet in the staff lounge, behind a secret compartment requiring a code.

Last time, he’d stolen the frost wraith’s access card. But just as he was about to open the cabinet, the wraith noticed the theft—leading to their brawl.

The female wraith in the lounge? Just collateral damage. She’d witnessed their fight and learned the secret, so she was turned into a wax statue and imprisoned there.

Both guards were half-wax constructs—flesh beneath, but coated in wax with unique abilities.

The frost wraith’s wax granted freezing powers; the goblin’s, near-indestructible toughness.

That was also why Lee Jung-pil’s red dagger could kill the frost wraith—it was a wax-carving tool, bypassing the wax exterior.

“Boss, I’ve told you everything! Please, just let me go! I swear I won’t bother you again!”

This time, the goblin was entirely truthful—no lies left.

Against someone this strong, stealing the artifact was impossible.

With the access card in his hands, how could I take it? By sacrificing my life?

If not for his wax armor, those strikes would’ve killed him instantly.

Facing Zhang Yangqing, the goblin felt something he’d never known before: helplessness.

This was no enemy he could challenge.

Better to surrender everything and beg for mercy.

Watching a dungeon boss grovel like this, the audience couldn’t help but marvel.

It was like watching an adult discipline a child—the supernatural entity stood no chance.

Just who is China’s challenger?

That question lingered in everyone’s minds.

Zhang Yangqing ignored the goblin’s pleas, his voice icy.

“Smart move. I’m in a good mood now—open the treasure for me, and I might let you live.”

The goblin froze.

That line sounded familiar.

Then it hit him—these were his own words from when he first entered.

The tables had turned.

What goes around comes around.

To be humiliated like this—he was probably the only one.

But what choice did he have?

Couldn’t fight. Couldn’t escape.

All he could do was obey.

Because the new guard’s message was clear:

This isn’t a negotiation.
You will do as I say—that’s all.