Isn't It a Flying Kick

Ye Chuan brought Lan Xiaoke along as they swam toward the glowing stone door.

Lan Xiaoke reached out first. The moment her fingertips touched the stone door, she was repelled by an invisible force.

"Huh? Whashappening?" she frowned and tried again. The stone door remained entirely unmoving, and a faint resisting force emanated from it, as if it were unwilling to let Lan Xiaoke enter.

Ye Chuan stepped forward and directly released his spiritual energy to sense it.

His spiritual energy touched the stone door without any echo. He observed for a moment and slowly came to a conclusion:

"I don't know if it's not time yet, or if there's some condition..."

Maybe it required meeting a certain condition, or reaching a specific time.

The area ahead could only be explored later.

"Not time yet? Then what do we do now?" Lan Xiaoke immediately said, "Go home!"

"Go home right now?"

"I haven't done my dailies yet..."

"If you put the mind you use for gaming into your cultivation, why would you ever worry about not having enough pocket money?"

Hearing Ye Chuan's words, Lan Xiaoke curled her lips. "Ye Chuan, you sound just like those boomer elders."

After speaking, the young girl changed her tone to a mocking drawl, "Oh my, if you put the mind you use for gaming into your studies, you'll definitely make lots of money in the future."

Lan Xiaoke twisted her body dramatically. Before she could finish, her forehead was flicked by Ye Chuan's hand chop.

"Ouch!"

Ye Chuan pinched Lan Xiaoke's cheeks with both hands. "Since we can't open it, let's go back first. We'll come back to explore the fourth floor when the time comes."

"Oh."

Taking Lan Xiaoke, Ye Chuan began looking for the way out.

The monsters along the way were already intimidated by Ye Chuan's aura and didn't dare approach. The two had an unobstructed journey.

Before long, they found the exit. After stepping out of the high tower, they headed toward the direction of the camp.

...

"Ye Chuan, can these be exchanged for money right now? Is there a place to exchange for money in the camp?"

Lan Xiaoke touched her spatial ring; there were quite a few good things inside.

"Sell them however you want," Ye Chuan said casually. "The money from those materials will be enough for you to spend for a long time."

As the two approached the camp, they heard noisy arguments coming from inside. It was a clamorous and chaotic scene.

"Wow, so noisy. What's going on in the camp? Are they fighting?" Lan Xiaoke stopped and looked around curiously.

Ye Chuan noticed many unfamiliar faces in the camp, not looking like domestic super-martial artists.

Some were arguing with angry faces, while others stood by with their arms crossed, watching coldly.

Just as Ye Chuan brought Lan Xiaoke over to watch, a figure walked quickly toward them. It was the person in charge of the alliance camp, Mo Mo.

Seeing Ye Chuan, Mo Mo immediately hurried forward to greet him.

"Mr. Ye, you're finally back. Something tricky has happened, and I'd like to ask for your help."

Hearing this, Ye Chuan's gaze fell on the arguing super-martial artists and simply said, "Let's hear it."

"It's like this. Our joint expedition team found a sustainably minable mineral resource in the maze on the first floor of the tower. Its value is extremely high," Mo Mo said. "Because the joint expedition team is made up of super-martial artists from multiple countries, now the super-martial artists of each country want to monopolize this resource. They are arguing fiercely and almost came to blows just now."

Hearing this, Ye Chuan finally understood what happened.

Basically, the international team found a resource, and everyone wanted to swallow it for themselves.

"Can you step in?" Mo Mo asked.

With Ye Chuan's incredible strength, taking control of the situation would definitely be no problem.

Ye Chuan's expression didn't waver at all; clearly, he had little interest in this kind of resource dispute.

But thinking about it carefully, Ye Chuan actually had a suitable candidate.

He turned his head to look at Lan Xiaoke beside him, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes.

Wasn't this a great opportunity to train Lan Xiaoke? It would give her actual combat experience and hone her adaptability.

Lan Xiaoke seemed to have a spider-sense. Being looked at by Ye Chuan's eyes made her whole body shiver.

The young girl immediately looked up at him: "Ye Chuan, do I have to do it?"

Ye Chuan said, "This is a perfect opportunity to temper your strength."

"Me again?" Lan Xiaoke chickened out a bit.

She was a pet, why did she have to do these things?

Lan Xiaoke's dream was to just coast through life, eating and waiting to die, but Ye Chuan didn't seem willing to let her.

"With me here, what are you afraid of?"

"You'll help me fight?" Lan Xiaoke's eyes lit up.

"No, I mean if you die, I can help resurrect you. Even if you get chopped into minced meat, I can do a super reassembly for you."

Lan Xiaoke: "..."

Listen, is that something a human would say?

Absolute animal.

"Think about it, if you help the alliance secure this mineral resource, wouldn't you get some dividends? That's no small amount," Ye Chuan said.

Lan Xiaoke was instantly tempted.

"B-But what if I can't beat them?"

"If you can't beat them, just surrender. It's not like I'd actually let you get beaten up," Ye Chuan smiled. "After all, I'm not some devil."

"Alright then!"

Lan Xiaoke immediately patted her chest and declared, "I'll do it!"

Seeing this, Mo Mo's face showed joy. "That's wonderful."

By now, the arguments in the camp were getting louder, and the emotions of the international super-martial artists were getting more agitated. Several groups of people stood there, looking as if they would fight at any second.

A blonde Caucasian super-martial artist even directly released his power, planning to solve it with force.

"Stop!" Mo Mo shouted loudly, but couldn't suppress the scene at all, and could only turn to look at Ye Chuan.

Ye Chuan gently pushed Lan Xiaoke's back and pointed his finger.

"Go, Lan Xiaoke."

Lan Xiaoke took a deep breath and clenched the pink gloves in her hands. Although she felt panicked inside, she still mustered up her courage and walked out.

She stood in the middle of the crowd, stood on her tiptoes, and shouted:

"What are you all arguing about! If you have the guts, send someone to fight me!"

Hearing this, the super-martial artists from various countries turned to look at her. Some had faces full of disdain, while others sneered, completely ignoring her.

"Where did this little brat come from, daring to meddle in our business? Hurry up and step aside, don't get in the way!"

A foreign super-martial artist scolded arrogantly, his eyes full of contempt.

"Xiaoke Flying Kick!" Lan Xiaoke lunged forward.

"You dare to attack?" The super-martial artist froze for a moment and immediately gathered flames in his fist to strike back. However, Lan Xiaoke's fist landed squarely on his head.

The man flew backward as if hit by a truck, finally crashing into a huge rock not far away with a loud bang, creating spiderweb-like cracks.

"Fuck, wasn't it a flying kick?!" Before passing out, the super-martial artist uttered unwillingly.

After discovering Lan Xiaoke's strength, the other super-martial artists quieted down significantly.

This power... she was at least a level thirty super-martial artist.

"You..."

Seeing Lan Xiaoke's silly appearance, everyone finally realized that this newcomer was not simple.

"You... how do you plan to resolve this matter?"

In the super-martial world, strength reigned supreme. After witnessing Lan Xiaoke's power, one of the super-martial artists spoke up.