The Fourth Fist Strike?
Red Poison was slightly stunned.
Fang Jueming had already shocked him by unleashing the fourth fist strike.
But now, this wild kid who came out of nowhere could also execute the fourth strike of the Flash Fist!
Fang Jueming watched in excitement, his fists clenched, his entire body trembling.
Each strike of the Flash Fist was heavier than the last!
The second strike was nearly 1.5 times the force of the first!
The third strike was another 1.5 times the second!
The power stacked up like this!
By the third strike, the force was already formidable.
Fang Jueming’s fourth strike wasn’t complete—it was more like an extension of the third, delivering the power of two third strikes combined.
But the An Yi on the stage was using the genuine fourth-tier fist force!
A drop of cold sweat trickled down Red Poison’s forehead.
When he had blocked An Yi’s third strike, he had already felt strained, his arms still numb and aching.
The fourth strike was 50% heavier than the third!
Without hesitation, he instantly made his decision—he dodged.
"Tch—"
The entire audience erupted in boos.
Where’s all that arrogance now?!
Weren’t you good at kidney shots?!
Weren’t you mocking Xia Country’s ancient martial arts?!
Don’t you dare run now!
Red Poison evaded, his expression icy.
He had underestimated the Flash Fist. At his core, he was an assassin—skilled in ambushes and quick strikes.
Defense wasn’t his forte.
Taking the fourth-tier fist force head-on would’ve been pure idiocy!
But what he didn’t expect was—
A figure darted toward him like lightning, appearing behind him in an instant.
Red Poison’s heart clenched as if gripped by an invisible hand!
His yellowish-brown eyes locked onto An Yi, a surge of danger flooding his senses.
In that split second, without even thinking, he spun around to face An Yi’s attack!
Fang Jueming stared in disbelief at An Yi, who had appeared behind Red Poison.
This was…
The fifth fist strike?!
Did the Flash Fist even have a fifth-tier force?!
An Yi, now behind Red Poison, tightened his fist. A surge of powerful energy erupted, tearing his sleeves apart, fabric scattering in the air.
The fierce fist force created a shockwave in the air—
A thunderous boom!
Like a bolt of lightning, the shockwave blasted toward Red Poison!
Fang Jueming was stunned, tears uncontrollably welling in his eyes.
Swift as thunder, fierce as lightning!
This… this was the true Flash Fist!
The real Flash Fist!
Thud!
The heavy impact landed on Red Poison’s abdomen.
The force was so intense that his back visibly bulged, his cloak tearing open from the shockwave.
The sheer power of the strike made the entire underground boxing arena rise to their feet.
All eyes were locked onto An Yi, standing in the ring like a god of war.
The other fighters trembled with excitement—this was the kind of martial arts every fighter dreamed of mastering!
Ding Renfeng muttered in disbelief, "This… this is the power of Xia Country’s ancient martial arts?"
"YES!"
A roar of approval erupted from the stands.
The underground arena exploded in cheers.
"Beautiful!"
"Damn it, these American bastards come here freeloading, and then they dare insult us?!"
"Boss Yi is unstoppable!"
"Boss Yi is unstoppable!"
The crowd roared, not knowing An Yi’s name but echoing Ding Renfeng’s chant of "Boss Yi."
Even Qiu Xu, who had been furious with An Yi earlier, felt his blood boiling with excitement.
Fang Jueming’s face flushed red with exhilaration.
Tears streamed down his face again.
"Dad… did you see that?! Our ancestors’ Flash Fist is a top-tier martial art!"
Gag—
Red Poison staggered back, spitting out a mouthful of dark red, foul-smelling blood. His already pale face turned ghostly white.
"N-no… impossible!"
Clutching his abdomen, he muttered in disbelief.
The force of that strike had damaged his internal organs and shattered several bones.
An ordinary person would’ve been rushed to the ICU by now.
The fifth-tier fist force was beyond anything he had imagined. In his half-year stay in Xia Country, he had never encountered such an overwhelming martial art!
An Yi flicked his wrist, glancing at him disdainfully. "You looked down on ancient martial arts, didn’t you? Keep going!"
Though he had landed the hit, An Yi felt a slight regret—he hadn’t triggered the "Ambush" effect.
If he had, the fifth-tier force combined with a 150% damage multiplier from a surprise attack would’ve left Red Poison either dead or crippled.
But the assassin’s reflexes were too sharp—he had turned and defended the moment An Yi appeared behind him.
Red Poison grinned, his teeth stained red with blood, looking terrifying.
"Your skills are extraordinary, your fist technique peerless. I was blind to underestimate you. I concede defeat!"
"Nice use of idioms!"
An Yi raised his head, his killing intent sharp as ice. "In Xia Country, you commit murder, arson, insults, and provocations—and now you think you can just leave? Not that easy!"
Red Poison clutched his wounds, chuckling darkly. "Then what else do you want?"
"Your life."
An Yi shot forward like lightning, his fist a blur.
With his mastery of combat and complete understanding of the Flash Fist, every strike was devastating.
Red Poison smirked. "I admit I can’t beat you. But if I want to leave, you can’t stop me!"
With that, he flung his cloak open—
A thick, toxic mist burst forth, enveloping him like smoke.
An Yi had no choice but to halt, scanning the area.
But the dense fog made visibility near zero—Red Poison was gone.
"Pathetic trick!"
An Yi gathered energy in his palm and slammed it into the mist.
Whoosh!
A shockwave blasted the fog apart.
But when the air cleared—
"He got away."
An Yi sighed.
The guy wasn’t much in a fight, but his escape skills were top-notch.
At that moment, a plump referee in a black uniform rushed over, grabbing An Yi’s hand with excitement.
"I declare the winner—An Yi!"
The referee raised An Yi’s arm high.
The underground arena erupted once more.
"Boss Yi is unstoppable!"
"Boss Yi is unstoppable!"
Tonight would go down in history as a legendary night for underground boxing.
An Yi looked at the referee in disbelief. "There was actually a referee here?"
The chubby referee lowered his head sheepishly. "Red Poison was fond of kidney shots… I didn’t dare get close."
"Five thousand for the win. Not a penny less."
An Yi flexed his sore arm as he stepped off the stage.
The fifth-tier fist force had taken more out of him than he expected—his entire arm ached from the recoil.
The referee bowed respectfully. "Of course, Boss Yi!"
At the arena’s exit, An Yi turned to Fang Jueming, who had been following him, and frowned.
"What do you want? Red Poison’s gone. If you want revenge, do it yourself. I’m not a hired killer."
Fang Jueming stared at him intently. "How do you know the Fang family’s Flash Fist?"
An Yi scoffed. "What, do I owe you an explanation?"
"I want to learn from you."
Fang Jueming dropped to his knees with a thud, bowing deeply before An Yi as he pleaded earnestly, "Please, teach me!"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
