This Guy Has Been Hiding His True Abilities

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.