After the exchange of punches,
An Yi and Fu each took a few steps back.
"You did that on purpose!"
Fu said coldly.
This kid was strong but deliberately held back.
The only reason he had been obedient to Qiu Xu was to wait for the moment his bodyguard let his guard down—so he could deliver a brutal kick to Qiu Xu!
"No, you're overthinking it. I'm not that kind of person."
An Yi replied calmly.
Truthfully, he didn’t want to provoke Qiu Xu.
If he could endure it, he would. He wasn’t some reckless hothead.
But this guy was pushing his luck, practically begging for a beating!
An Yi had a high tolerance, but his limits were low. The moment Qiu Xu ordered him to fetch a drink, he’d already wanted to punch him.
But if he had acted then, this bodyguard would have stopped him. And missing the chance to smack such an insufferable rich brat would have been a real shame.
So, he had waited, watching for the moment Fu let his guard slip—before delivering a thunderous strike to Qiu Xu!
"H-Hurgh, y-you musht kill him!"
Several store clerks worked together to move the shelves aside and drag Qiu Xu out.
His jaw was fractured, making speech impossible. His neck was bent at an unnatural angle, and his body was littered with injuries from crashing into the shelves—including a broken arm.
Yet his eyes burned with venom.
Never in his life had he been beaten, let alone kicked so viciously.
If he didn’t get revenge, he swore he wasn’t human!
An Yi had held back—no permanent damage, no fatal injuries. Otherwise, he’d be eating prison food.
All he’d done was break the guy’s jaw. The other injuries? Just collateral damage from slamming into the shelves. Not his problem. Probably needed a year or so to recover.
"Understood, Young Master!"
Fu’s voice was icy, his tone gruff.
An Yi couldn’t help but marvel. "You two have some real master-servant chemistry. Even like this, you understand him."
By now, the entire supermarket was thick with tension.
Fu clenched his fists, and his suit split apart with a series of rips.
With a tearing sound, the fabric burst into shreds, scattering like confetti.
His muscles, sculpted and gleaming as if waxed, were a sight to behold—his abs and chest like chiseled granite, putting even professional bodybuilders to shame.
An Yi, watching from the opposite side, thought it looked cool. He considered using the qi technique he’d recently learned to explode his own employee uniform off.
But one glance at Fu’s monstrous physique made him hesitate. Sure, he had a six-pack, but nothing that extreme. The sheer presence alone made him feel three parts weaker.
"You. Come."
Fu beckoned with a mocking gesture.
An Yi rolled up his sleeves, grinning wildly.
This hulk might be strong, but since coming to this world, he’d feared no one!
Whoosh!
In an instant, An Yi shot forward like a gust of wind, his leg arcing toward Fu’s face.
To ordinary eyes, his speed was unreal—they couldn’t even track his movement.
By the time they registered his position, he was already mid-air, his foot smashing into Fu’s face with a sickening crack.
An Yi landed, breathing slightly hard.
The entire sequence had been flawless—no hesitation, no holding back.
Yet Fu stood unmoved, as steady as an iron tower, having taken the full force of the kick with his face.
"Is that all you’ve got? Pathetic."
Fu spat out a bloody tooth, his voice dripping with disdain.
The onlookers: "…"
Damn, this guy knew how to show off.
An Yi swung another punch, aiming sideways at Fu.
But Fu was faster. He crossed his arms, blocking the strike effortlessly.
His reflexes were insane!
An Yi’s expression darkened.
Without pause, he launched a barrage of attacks—fists, kicks, elbows, knees—each more vicious than the last.
Yet Fu either deflected them or simply absorbed the hits, unfazed.
Crack!
An Yi’s fist was caught mid-swing, Fu’s massive hand clamping down like a vice.
The grip was crushing!
Before An Yi could react, Fu yanked him off his feet and hurled him like a ragdoll.
Boom!
Boom!
Two shelves collapsed under the impact.
"An Yi!"
Lan Ruoxi’s face paled as she rushed forward.
"G-Get him!"
Qiu Xu, still slumped in his chair with a crooked neck, nearly jumped up in excitement.
This was the payback he’d been waiting for!
"Stay out of it!"
An Yi pushed himself up from the wreckage, his gaze sharpening.
"Tough little bastard."
Fu’s eyes flickered with surprise.
He hadn’t held back—that throw should’ve shattered bones.
A normal person would’ve been reduced to a broken mess like Qiu Xu. Yet An Yi looked barely fazed.
Fu realized then—he’d underestimated this kid. That lean frame was deceptive.
Qiu Xu seethed. He’d thought An Yi was fragile, but the guy could tank hits like a damn fortress!
The store manager, her face ghostly pale, shrieked in despair. "Take your fight outside! My—"
Fu’s cold glare cut her off.
Thud.
She collapsed like a sack of meat, instantly shutting up.
Meanwhile, An Yi discreetly opened his system interface.
"Fifty Evil Points—dump them into Combat Mastery."
"Upgrade [Qi Control] to Lv2!"
"Throw the rest into Strength and Speed!"
He swiftly allocated his stockpiled Evil Points.
The 100 points from his last major quest had been a windfall, and with smaller tasks adding up, he now had 120.
The moment the upgrades took effect, he felt the difference.
"You. Come."
An Yi mirrored Fu’s earlier taunt.
Fu snorted dismissively.
From their earlier exchange, he knew this kid was strong—but still beneath him. Defeat was inevitable.
And yet, here he was, daring to provoke him?
Fu charged like a raging bull.
The supermarket’s cheap flooring, installed to cut costs, cracked under his stomps. The manager’s face turned green.
His fist descended like a falling boulder, carrying terrifying momentum.
To bystanders, the scene was horrifying.
An Yi, though not frail, suddenly seemed as fragile as a twig.
Yet as the punch neared his face—An Yi raised a palm.
The collision forced him back a single step.
Fu froze.
His full-power strike… only made the kid take one step back?
No way!
The crowd gasped.
That punch had been terrifying—enough to make anyone wet themselves. Yet An Yi had stopped it with what looked like minimal effort.
The whole thing felt surreal.
Fu’s dark complexion shifted. His composure wavered.
Had this kid been hiding his strength all along?
How else could he explain this sudden transformation?
"My turn."
An Yi grinned, flashing white teeth.
His handsome face, in that moment, sent a chill down Fu’s spine.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
