"Hmph! I say, you bastard! You want to take me away? Fine, but you have to have the ability to convince me first, or just beat me into submission, understand?"

Ferrus Manus stood in front of Yang Cheng with a proud look on his face, looking up and glaring at the man who was almost two heads taller than him without showing any weakness.

He raised his metal arm that was shining with a cold light and waved it in the air a few times, as if in protest.

Yang Cheng looked at the arrogant guy in front of him, shook his head and sighed: "Alas, why are all the Primarchs so virtuous..."

Hearing this, the mockery on Ferrus's face became even stronger. "What? Are you giving in before we even start? Just like that, you still want me to follow you willingly? That's just wishful thinking!"

At this time, Malcador, who had been standing by in silence, finally couldn't help but speak up: "My Lord, you have to be careful when you attack later. The last time you fought with Leman Russ, you almost beat him silly."

After saying that, Malcador silently took a few steps back, keeping a certain distance from the two men.

Seeing this, Ferrus became more and more proud. He moved his hands and feet, looked at Yang Cheng and Malcador provocatively, and shouted: "Hey! What's the matter? Are you two going to attack together, or one by one? But it doesn't matter to me. Even if you two attack together, I am not afraid at all. At most, it will just be a hearty battle!"

Faced with Ferrus's arrogant attitude, Malcador could only sigh helplessly again, then took out a communicator from his pocket and shouted to the other end: "Trajan, quickly prepare the emergency medicine, I guess it will be used soon."

Ferrus's arrogance is not groundless, but is backed by solid capital.

His impressive pair of iron hands are indestructible, and their strength is far more than what meets the eye.

Not only do these arms have the magical ability to self-repair, they can quickly recover no matter how serious the injuries are; they also contain unimaginable power, which can easily penetrate the thick and solid tank armor. Those hard metals are like fragile paper to them.

Because of this, any melee weapon seems redundant and cumbersome to Ferrus.

With just a flick of his terrifying iron palms, he could smash most of the enemy's heads into pieces like leaves in the wind, ending a bloody battle in an instant.

Looking back at the time when Ferrus was young, he had already shown extraordinary bravery and fearlessness. Once, he even challenged a silver dragon named Athinus alone.

In that thrilling life-and-death duel, Ferrus relied on his extraordinary courage and outstanding fighting skills to successfully press the powerful opponent into the boiling hot magma.

As time went by, the originally indestructible metal shell of the silver dragon was gradually melted by the high temperature and fused tightly with Ferrus' arms.

Just like that, after this brutal and fierce battle, Ferrus unexpectedly obtained a pair of unparalleled iron hands and became a terrifying figure to the enemies on the battlefield.

At this time, Yang Cheng, who was standing aside, was staring at Ferrus's metal arm that was shining with a cold light, and muttered to himself: "I have been thinking about why your legion was named 'Iron Hands'? Maybe it would be a good name for 'Metal Arms'."

However, just as Yang Cheng was immersed in his own thoughts, Ferrus, who had lost control of his temper, suddenly shouted, "Hey, hey, hey! Are you guys still going to fight or not? Stop dawdling here and wasting my time!"

Hearing the other party's provocative words, Yang Cheng slowly raised his head, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing an imperceptible smile.

Then, he threw aside the weapon in his hand without hesitation, and faced Ferrus with bare hands, ready to fight.

"You know what? I really appreciate your suggestion. After all, it is much easier to defeat and conquer someone with force than to persuade them with words."

Yang Cheng smiled and gazed at Ferrus in front of him calmly and deeply, then gently turned his shoulders, as if he was warming up.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he stared at Ferrus in front of him with interest.

"Humph, your annoying smile really makes me feel extremely uncomfortable!"

Ferrus' eyes widened with anger, and a strong rage instantly surged into his heart. With a roar, he suddenly burst out with all his strength, and his two strong and powerful arms swung straight at Yang Cheng like lightning.

"Hit! You must hit it! You must hit it for sure!" Ferrus waved his fists wildly while praying secretly in his heart that he could succeed in one fell swoop.

As he saw his fist getting closer and closer to Yang Cheng and about to hit him hard, he couldn't help but feel a hint of subtle joy in his heart.

Because at this time Yang Cheng was standing there motionless, like a sculpture, without any dodging or defensive movements.

Ferrus thought: This guy is too stupid. Does he think he can withstand my full-strength attack with his own body?

"Bang!" There was a dull loud noise, and Ferrus' iron fist hit Yang Cheng's abdomen solidly.

However, what happened next was far beyond Ferrus's expectations.

The originally imagined scene of Yang Cheng being knocked to the ground did not appear. Instead, a crisp and loud metal collision sound came from the impact site, as if two pieces of extremely hard steel suddenly collided with each other.

"Well, this strength is pretty good. If I use it to smash things, I think I can knock down a giant Titan."

Yang Cheng nodded calmly, with a faint smile still on his face.

He looked down at his abdomen as if nothing had happened, then raised his head and looked with contempt at Ferrus, whose neck veins were bulging due to excessive force, and said calmly.

"Damn it!"

Ferrus threw another punch, this time his target was Yang Cheng's head, but he didn't expect that Yang Cheng dodged it by simply turning sideways.

"How can it be……"

Ferrus looked at his missing fist with a look of disbelief.

"Okay, it's my turn next."

Yang Cheng grabbed Ferrus' fist and threw him out before Ferrus even had a chance to struggle.

"Where are he? I couldn't even withstand such a small force?" Yang Cheng asked curiously as he watched Ferrus disappearing in the distance.

"You just threw him to the other side of the planet, my lord." Malcador's voice sounded helplessly.