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.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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?!
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
