Idle Money System

The big man and the other gang seeing an older man appeared they were confuse on who he is, but when they saw their boss behind that old man.

They were ecstatic since the backup arrived and that means this old man must be the one to deal with this monster that can dodge bullets.

Shanks seeing the old man appearance he did not let down his guard, he can feel that behind the old man weak and frail look. Its gaze and the way he looked at him is filled with vitality.

Jonathan who was beside the man and seeing the death of his own people felt his heart ached. They were his best people when it comes to killing now over 25% of them were dead.

He looked at the man who was holding the AK looking at them filled with coldness, he also shot back not being scared even if he felt his killing intent.

Viper Ronin, put his hand on his chin as he surveyed the man in front of him. Other than learning how to used the energy to enhance his speed and strength he found nothing special other than that.

His pale lips curved into an amused smile as he spoke, "So you must be the guy who can dodge bullets, a failed gradnmaster if I am right, you should have won this round but too bad you met me" Viper Ronin, bellowed a laugh.

Hearing the loud conversation Benjamin and Valentine got out of hiding, as he see the person he most hated the anger in his flowed like a river.

"So its actually you, shorty! I'm not surprised since people like you are deemed shameless. No doubt about it," Benjamin bellowed.

Hearing the word short, Jonathan's eyes darkened as he stared daggers at Benjamin. All of those people who mocked him for his height had faith worse than death.

Like cutting their legs, making them shorter, Benjamin, not afraid one bit, also glared daggers at him as lightning sparks began to crackle from their gaze.

Jonathan then revealed a smile as he looked at him with frostness, "You do know that, in this battle I have the upper hand. Do you really think, that when you say those words you can have a good life after this?" he said his voice laced with venom.

Benjamin just laughed hysterically, "Oh no, I'm very scared." he responded with disdain.

Seeing this smoke puff up on his forehead, Jonathan's gaze wandered as it landed on a person, making him smile gleefully.

Jonathan then glanced back at Benjamin with a playful look, "That's right, you are not afraid, but what if what you said was reflected in your daughter?"

Hearing what he said Benjamin face darkened, seeing this Jonathan was delighted.

"Well, it will be a waste for your daughter's beauty. So that's why when this is all done, I will let all of my brothers release their anger on Miss Valentine, I think Miss Valentine would enjoy it as well since she's a slut, right?" he said, eyeing Valentine.

Listening to his disgusting words, Valentine's face was red with anger as she pointed at him with a shaky hand.

Shanks, who heard his foul mouth, looked at him deeply. He exerted a powerful pressure that caused Jonathan to feel heavy all over him.

Looking at the man who was looking at him so deadly, he was sweating bullets.

Witnessing this, Viper Ronin released his aura as well to deflect his pressure, making Jonathan breathe regularly.

Shanks, seeing that his pressure was destroyed, did not care.

"You better watch your mouth, or I'll chop that off and feed it to the dogs. " This is when his aura was fully revealed as a commander on the frontlines.

His words and momentum right now carried a lot of power that made Jonathan shake his leg, but for Viper Ronin, hearing what he said was just a joke.

"You lived up to your words, you do know that, right? As a martial artist, it must be proven through physical means, not verbal means," Viper said calmly.

Hearing what he said, he smirked as Shanks dropped the AK in his hands. When the rifle was about to touch the ground, Shanks burst into great speed as the ground beneathed him trembled.

Seeing him closing in the distance with the speed of sound, Viper Ronin also rushed as the both of them exchanged fist.

When Viper Ronin threw a fist, Shanks's fist collided, creating a loud thud that sent small shockwaves through the battlefield.

"Don't even think about hurting my employer while I'm still here," Viper Ronin said calmly.

Shanks remained silent, and without hesitation, he launched forward with a sidekick aimed directly at Viper Ronin's midsection.

The old man sidestepped effortlessly, twisting his body with the agility of a viper and countering with a lightning-fast strike to Shanks' ribs.

The impact resounded like a drumbeat, sending Shanks sliding back several feet, his boots carving trails into the cemented ground.

"Uncle," Valentine shouted, full of worry.

Benjamin, seeing this, was silent as he stared at the battle unfolding, while Benjamin on the side was very happy.

"You're fast," Viper Ronin remarked, his lips curving into a faint smirk.

"But speed without precision is a wasted energy." Shanks didn't respond.

Instead, he wiped the corner of his mouth, smearing blood across his cheek, and surged forward again, this time unleashing a barrage of kicks and punches with ferocity.

His strikes were relentless, each one aimed to overwhelm, but Viper Ronin moved like water, evading with uncanny fluidity.

When the opening presented itself, the old man retaliated. His palm glowed faintly with an eerie green energy as he struck Shanks' shoulder.

The impact wasn't just physical—it sent a paralyzing wave through Shanks' arm, forcing him to stagger.

"A venom palm," Viper Ronin explained nonchalantly.

"It's my signature technique. Within minutes, your limbs will feel like lead."

Shanks gritted his teeth, his mind racing as he adjusted his stance.

"Is that all you've got, old man?" he taunted, even as he felt the creeping numbness.

Viper Ronin's smile faded as he lunged forward with a series of precise, deadly strikes, each one targeting vital points on Shanks' body.

The younger man blocked as best as he could, but the difference in skill and experience became glaringly obvious. A crushing elbow to the chest sent Shanks to his knees, gasping for air.

"You're outmatched," Viper Ronin said coldly, standing over him.

But Shanks wasn't finished. With sheer force of will, he planted his hands on the ground and pushed himself back to his feet, blood dripping from his mouth. His eyes burning with fire.

"I wasn't hired to give up," Shanks said, wiping his lips.

"If you think this is my limit, you're mistaken. Now, old man, you'd better be ready—because I'm done holding back."

The atmosphere shifted as Shanks' aura flared. His muscles tensed, veins pulsing as he tapped into his core strength.

The ground cracked beneath his feet as he steadied himself, his body exuding raw power.

Viper Ronin narrowed his eyes, his stance shifting as he prepared for the next round.

"Interesting," he muttered. "Show me what you've got, boy."

The two launched at each other once more, this time unleashing their full arsenal. Shanks' techniques became heavier and more devastating, his fists and kicks tearing through the air like cannonballs.

Meanwhile, Viper Ronin's movements were sharper and deadlier, each strike aimed to cripple or kill.

Shanks roared as he threw a thunderous punch, only for Viper Ronin to deflect it with a twisting parry, countering with his glowing venom palm once again.

Shanks ducked under it and retaliated with a spinning kick that grazed the old man's shoulder, forcing him back slightly.

"You're improving," Viper Ronin admitted, "but this ends now."

The old man shifted into a deadly stance, his aura condensing into a visible serpent-like shape around him.

"Venom Fang Barrage!" he shouted, striking with rapid, venom-laced blows that seemed to strike from every angle at once.

Shanks gritted his teeth, weathering the storm of attacks as best he could, his body battered and bruised. But with every strike he endured, his resolve only strengthened.

As the final blow landed, sending Shanks sprawling to the ground, he simply rolled to his side and stood up again, defiantly. His grin, though bloody, was unshaken.

"Dad, is uncle going to lose?" Valentine said with tears on her face, seeing this very scene.

Benjamin, hearing her cries, comforted her. "Trust your uncle. He's still not taking the battle seriously. But I think after all that blow, he will be back to his usual self," he said with confidence.

He knows that Shanks was holding back, the last he saw that scene is when he fought someone an assassin.

He clearly saw the battle and could clearly grasp Shanks's skill, making him in awe.

"Your techniques are impressive," Shanks admitted, cracking his neck.

"And if I'm right, you are not a grandmaster, but you change your practice by joining those people with different paths." He said this as he stood there without feeling any pain whatsoever.

"If I'm right, when you can't breakthrough to the grandmaster, you decided to become a cultivator? Am I right?" he said, looking at him, making viper Ronin narrow his eyes.

"You're really unlucky since, I've fought a lot of people with the same level as you and get this I never lose. Now it's time for you to see what true power of a warrior has."

When he said this, Shanks aura surged again, brighter and more intense than before, as he prepared turned serious.