After blocking Fu’s fist with a single palm,
An Yi extended his index finger and wagged it mockingly in front of Fu.
It was a gesture practically begging for a beating!
Clearly, Fu was provoked too. He retracted his fist, gathered strength, and threw another punch straight at An Yi’s face.
But in that brief moment of charging up, An Yi moved even faster—his elbow struck Fu’s chest like a hammer.
A heart-piercing elbow strike!
Thud!
Fu’s towering frame staggered, forced back a step.
“Not done yet! Here’s the real finisher!”
Suddenly appearing behind Fu, An Yi swept his leg in a vicious kick to the man’s back.
Fu, who at most should’ve only been knocked back a step, was instead sent flying like a ragdoll.
He crashed through the supermarket’s glass door, shattering it instantly.
“Damn, you’re tough.”
An Yi rubbed his elbow, grimacing in pain.
Qiu Xu, still sitting with his neck crooked, was utterly dumbfounded.
He knew exactly how strong Fu was—this was the man who had once taken down fifteen bodyguards single-handedly during an audition.
His strength was inhuman, capable of flipping cars like toys.
Yet this monster of a man had just been kicked clean out of the store by An Yi.
The shop owner looked on the verge of tears, her gaze at An Yi a mix of fear and hatred.
Her glass door was destroyed! The damages would be catastrophic.
Crash!
Fu’s massive frame rose from the sea of shattered glass.
Standing at 7’2”, he looked like a literal giant.
“Impressive power. You’re much stronger than before.”
Fu’s voice rumbled like distant thunder.
He could tell—An Yi’s movements, timing, everything was sharper than during their earlier exchange.
And that kick from behind? The force behind it was downright terrifying, at least 50% stronger than before.
An Yi smirked.
Attacking from behind triggered his 【Ambush】 passive, boosting his strike’s power to 150%.
What would’ve only pushed Fu back a few steps now sent him flying.
“Didn’t even need my full strength to handle you,” An Yi taunted. “Let’s keep going.”
His earlier exertion had drained his malice gauge completely.
But his 【Combat Mastery】 had leveled up from Lv1 to Lv2—the difference was night and day.
Now, Fu’s once-impenetrable defense seemed riddled with openings.
More importantly, his 【Qi Control】 technique had also upgraded to Lv2. He was itching to test its enhanced effects.
“Fu! If you can’t even deal with this brat, consider yourself fired! You won’t see a single cent of your pay—go back to dumpster diving!”
Qiu Xu’s face twisted as he spat the threat.
An Yi shot him a cold look. “Looks like your jaw’s healed nicely. Talking real smooth now.”
Qiu Xu paled.
Regret was already creeping in.
This kid was clearly no ordinary opponent.
Fu took a deep breath, veins bulging across his muscles like cables.
His already monstrous physique now looked even more inhuman.
An Yi’s expression tightened. He could sense Fu’s aura intensifying.
Guess I’ll have to flank him again…
With that thought, An Yi moved—silent as a shadow, he circled behind Fu and pivoted.
A whip-like roundhouse kick lashed into Fu’s side!
Even enhanced, Fu couldn’t withstand it.
The ambush-powered strike hammered him into the floor, cracking the tiles beneath.
Blood spilled from Fu’s mouth as his organs seemed to rearrange themselves.
An Yi rolled his shoulders, ready to press the attack—when a sudden realization made him freeze.
“Agh! My leg!”
Clutching his shin, An Yi collapsed, writhing in “agony.”
Fu staggered to his feet, utterly baffled.
What the hell?!
You just beat me to a pulp, and now you’re the one crying in pain?
Did my back somehow hurt your leg?!
“Hell yeah, Fu! Bonus for you later!” Qiu Xu cheered, face alight with excitement.
Fu, still dazed, forced his battered body forward. Every step sent jolts of pain through his fractured ribs.
This job’s payout might not even cover the medical bills.
“An Yi!”
Lan Ruoxi rushed over, her delicate face white with fear. She threw herself between Fu and An Yi, arms spread wide. “Don’t you dare hurt him!”
“Hmph.”
Fu barely glanced at her.
To most men, Lan Ruoxi was a stunning beauty, but to Fu, she was just another person—gender didn’t even register.
Qiu Xu panicked. “Fu, STOP! Don’t lay a finger on Miss Lan!”
Fu hesitated.
Then—cold metal pressed against his lower back.
“One more step, and I blow a hole through your spine.”
The voice belonged to a woman in a white trench coat, her figure lethal in both curves and the handgun she held steady.
“Law Enforcers!”
The crowd gasped.
“Don’t move! They’re Law Enforcers! Stay put!” Qiu Xu yelped.
These officers were genuine martial artists, authorized to shoot first and ask questions later with violent offenders.
If Fu resisted, the next bullet would shred his kidneys.
Fu slowly raised his hands.
The woman holding the gun was Yan Zhi.
Aged 23-24, she had chestnut waves cascading past her shoulders and a silhouette that could melt steel.
Her sharp phoenix eyes held a deadly charm, paired with sword-like brows—a face both exquisite and intimidating.
The summer heat had clearly influenced her outfit: beneath the white coat was a crop top and hot pants, showcasing legs that could launch a thousand ships and a waist so narrow it defied physics.
Qiu Xu swallowed hard.
This woman was fire incarnate—a spicy bombshell of a dominatrix.
The polar opposite of Lan Ruoxi’s pure, innocent allure.
“Cuff him,” Yan Zhi ordered, her gun never wavering.
Two Law Enforcers hurried forward, clamping shackles around Fu’s wrists.
Even they tensed up handling this 7’2” behemoth.
“Brazen enough to wreck a store in broad daylight?” Yan Zhi’s gaze sharpened.
Qiu Xu scrambled to explain. “Officer, misunderstanding! I’m Qiu Xu of Hongtu Real Estate—my father’s Qiu Dafu.”
“Oh! So you’re that bastard Qiu Dafu’s kid!” Yan Zhi’s eyes lit with recognition. “Tell your old man we’ve got a file thicker than a dictionary on his shady deals. One more slip, and he’ll rot in prison.”
Qiu Xu: “…”
Since when did some low-rank Law Enforcer dare disrespect his family?!
“Get this guy to the station. We’re done here.”
With a flick of her wrist, Yan Zhi marched out, her presence dominating the room.
The shop owner was dumbfounded. She had called the authorities, only for them to just haul away that hulking guy and call it a day?
Her shop was practically wrecked! What kind of Law Enforcer was this, with zero sense of duty!
"Officer, my—my shop…" The owner quickly scurried over, stammering awkwardly.
Yan Zhi glanced at the scene and replied indifferently, "It’s fine. We’ll make sure he compensates for the damages."
"But—"
Seeing how dismissive the response was, the owner gaped for a moment before pointing at An Yi, who was lying on the ground playing dead. "This guy wrecked the place too, Officer! You can’t just let him go!"
"Damn it!"
An Yi’s eyes flew open.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

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!

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?!

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!