Blood seeped from Fang Jueming’s chest.
Gritting his teeth, Fang Jueming staggered back a few steps, steadying himself as he glared at Red Poison. His fists remained clenched, but he could no longer muster the strength to strike.
He was likely about to meet the same fate as his father.
Death? He wasn’t afraid of it.
But he never imagined that, in his final moments, he’d have to endure Red Poison’s insults—mocking his father and belittling ancient martial arts!
"That look in your eyes… truly disgusting!"
Red Poison sneered, his claw-like fingers darting forward again.
His speed was terrifying—so fast that only a blur could be seen.
Fang Jueming watched helplessly, unable to dodge.
This time, Red Poison’s target was his heart.
Closing his eyes, Fang Jueming felt nothing but regret and bitterness flooding his chest.
Yet… the expected pain never came.
Confused, he opened his eyes—only to freeze in shock at the scene before him.
A young man had suddenly appeared on the arena floor, gripping Red Poison’s wrist mid-strike, halting his attack.
"Where the hell did you come from?!"
Red Poison’s face darkened as he twisted free with a sharp flick of his arm.
The newcomer—An Yi—cracked his knuckles with a grin. "Hey, old man. Wanna spar?"
Red Poison’s expression turned stormy.
This brat… was far stronger than he looked.
Just now, some invisible force had blocked his attack.
"Who… who is he?"
"No way! Did anyone even see how he moved?"
The underground boxing arena’s spectators erupted in murmurs, their faces alight with awe—as if witnessing a miracle.
"An Yi!"
Below the stage, Qiu Xu’s face twisted in fury.
The guy standing on the platform now was none other than An Yi!
"Boss Yi?! What’s he doing up there?!"
Ding Renfeng gaped in disbelief.
Red Poison was no joke—he’d already slaughtered multiple martial artists. Even Kang, a notorious fighter, had lost a kidney in seconds.
Ding!
Mission: [Violence for Violence] activated!
Reward: 10 Evil Power Value!
Cheapskate!
An Yi mentally cursed the system’s stinginess while stretching casually, then smirked at Red Poison. "Creepy guy, you love picking fights, huh? How about I keep you company?"
"You?"
Red Poison licked his lips, eyes gleaming. "That trick just now… was you, wasn’t it? Interesting. Blocking my attack out of thin air!"
An Yi scoffed. "Then brace yourself!"
With that, he dropped into a fighting stance.
Behind him, Fang Jueming—still clutching his wound—stared in utter shock.
That stance… it was the Fang family’s ancestral Flash Fist technique!
"Wait, you—how the hell—?"
Fang Jueming stammered, completely baffled.
An Yi didn’t even glance back. "If you’re hurt, get off the stage. Don’t interrupt my match."
Fang Jueming swallowed his disbelief and retreated, silently reassuring himself:
He’s probably just mimicking the stance. Flash Fist has been our family’s secret for centuries—no way he knows it!
"That move won’t work on me," Red Poison taunted, licking blood from his fingers. "Try something else."
An Yi snorted. "As if this bastard’s on my level."
Fang Jueming: "…"
Who’s the bastard here?!
An Yi turned to the crowd. "Hey, Ding Renfeng!"
Ding Renfeng perked up. "Yeah, Boss Yi?"
"How much for beating this guy?" An Yi pointed at Red Poison, dead serious.
Ding Renfeng held up five fingers. "Five grand! But there’s a 1k entry fee."
An Yi waved him off. "Cover it for me. I’ll pay you back."
The audience collectively facepalmed.
Is this guy for real?!
Facing a monster like Red Poison, and all he cares about is the prize money?!
Suddenly, they couldn’t wait to see this cocky brat get wrecked.
"Alright, let’s go."
An Yi resumed his stance, beckoning with a smirk. "You first."
"Arrogant fool!"
Red Poison took a deep breath, steadying his energy—only for An Yi to vanish in a blur.
WHAM!
A fist smashed into Red Poison’s face, twisting it grotesquely.
"One!" An Yi declared, dusting off his hands.
"YOU SON OF A—!"
Red Poison stumbled back, blood dripping from his nose.
He said I could attack first!
This little shit ambushed me mid-prep!
No honor! No martial virtue!
Before he could recover, the second punch came.
Red Poison dodged, countering with a swipe at An Yi’s waist—aiming for the kidneys.
"Fcking hell! Going for my kidneys?!"
An Yi’s temper flared.
I’m still a virgin!
If this creep ruins my future happiness, I’ll—!
BAM!
The third punch landed without hesitation.
But this time, An Yi was the one forced back.
Fang Jueming’s jaw dropped.
No mistake—that was Flash Fist.
But how?!
"Not bad. You’re strong," An Yi admitted, shaking out his numb arm.
Red Poison was leagues above him.
"Three punches. That’s all you’ve got?" Red Poison sneered, licking the blood off his face.
The crowd gagged.
This guy’s disgusting!
As for how An Yi knew Flash Fist?
Simple—he learned it on the spot.
His Qi Control technique was already absurd; he’d mastered Cheng Yuanfeng’s moves in a glance.
Flash Fist was even easier.
While observing Fang Jueming earlier, he’d pieced it together—prompting the system notification:
[Flash Fist LV1] acquired!
Not his fault the guy put on a free show.
Ding!
Mission [Violence for Violence] complete!
Reward: +10 Evil Power Value!
An Yi grinned as the points rolled in.
"Time to upgrade."
With 10 Evil Power Value spent, Flash Fist jumped to LV2!
Red Poison’s voice dripped venom. "No more tricks? Then die here. This time… I’ll rip out your heart."
"Try it," An Yi shot back, eyes blazing with killing intent.
In an instant, he struck again—Flash Fist’s opening move.
First punch: Red Poison blocked easily.
Second punch: Same.
Third punch: Red Poison staggered slightly but held firm.
"Out of moves now?" Red Poison jeered.
Flash Fist was just a three-hit combo—a second-rate technique.
An Yi’s grin turned feral.
"Who said that?"
Like a phantom, he closed the gap—
Fourth punch!
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!
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iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
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?!
