An Yi's casual punch—how much force it packed had never been tested. But if it hit a wall, cracking a hole through it wouldn’t be difficult. The bald, burly man blocking this strike was clearly no pushover! An Yi had underestimated him.
"Not bad! You actually blocked that. Now, let’s see if you can handle this."
With a cocky, punchable grin, An Yi shot forward like lightning.
So fast!
Everyone present was stunned.
An Yi moved so quickly their vision blurred, unable to track his movements.
Another punch came!
The bald man barely raised his elbow in time to block. Cold sweat instantly beaded his smooth, egg-like head.
Though he stopped the blow, he staggered back two steps, his arm numb and aching.
An Yi, however, didn’t budge an inch.
The bald man realized it—this guy in flip-flops had put noticeably more power into this punch than the last.
Nie Qinglan’s expression shifted too.
Others might not know the bald man’s strength, but she did.
This guy was a bodyguard handpicked by her father in Jiangbei City because he didn’t trust anyone else.
Never had she imagined that in a small place like Jiangbei, someone could go toe-to-toe with him.
"Pay attention—third punch incoming!"
An Yi slowed his movements, taunting him deliberately.
Gritting his teeth, the bald man roared and mustered all his strength, throwing a punch to meet An Yi’s head-on.
A shockwave erupted!
Crack!
The bald man howled in pain as the sound of shattering bone echoed from his fist.
The sheer force of An Yi’s third strike was beyond what he could withstand.
Clutching his limp, shattered hand, the bald man crumpled to the ground, writhing in agony.
Nie Qinglan’s pupils constricted.
She knew "Panther" was a fighter who had already touched the threshold of Ming Jin—an ordinary person wouldn’t last a single punch against him. Yet this kid had broken his arm in just three blows.
Just who the hell was he?!
"Panther!"
A swarm of underlings rushed forward, helping the bald man up. His face twisted in pain—An Yi’s third punch hadn’t held back, crushing his knuckles completely.
"Hey, baldy, still want more?" An Yi said coolly.
These idiots had picked a fight with the wrong guy. Did they really think he was some pushover?
If he’d been weaker today, he’d probably end up like that guy in the denim jacket—beaten so badly even the trash cans wouldn’t take him.
This bald guy seemed to be their leader.
Taking him down in three punches was the perfect warning—the rest would think twice before messing with him.
Never bow to tyranny!
The more ruthless the enemy, the harder you had to hit back.
An Yi was starting to feel like the embodiment of justice itself, an unstoppable force of righteous fury!
Nie Qinglan stared at him, frowning slightly.
Someone this skilled—she should’ve heard of him.
Then it hit her.
Rumors had circulated about a ridiculously strong kid in Jiangbei City’s underground fight scene. Could it be…?
"Everyone, rush him! I refuse to believe he can escape today, even if he grows wings!"
Nie Qinglan raised a metal baton, her cute little fangs showing as she barked orders.
An Yi took a step back, raising an eyebrow.
They still wanted to fight?!
Was it time to bail?
But he’d just made a grand stand—running now would be pathetic.
"Hey, kid. What’s going on here?"
A cold voice cut through the chaos from behind.
An Yi’s face lit up like he’d just been handed a lifeline.
Lin Chen!
Turning, he spotted the guy standing at the intersection, grocery bags of cat food in hand.
"I need your help!" An Yi grinned.
Perfect timing!
He knew exactly how strong Lin Chen was. Together, these seventy or eighty thugs wouldn’t stand a chance.
Unlike An Yi’s lazy, carefree vibe, Lin Chen exuded an intimidating aura—one cold glare and it felt like your throat was being squeezed, cutting off your breath.
The goons hesitated. An Yi was already a nightmare—now another monster had shown up?
"Old Lin, come on, teach ‘em a lesson," An Yi said with a smirk.
With Lin Chen here, his confidence soared.
Lin Chen’s voice was icy. "Why are they after you?"
"It’s… complicated," An Yi admitted.
"This bastard stole someone’s girl!"
A furious shout came from the crowd.
Another added, "He’s scum!"
"Stole someone’s girl? Scum?"
Lin Chen arched a brow, staring at An Yi.
An Yi scratched his head, stammering, "No, it’s—look, it’s not what it seems. I got framed…"
"I just asked what happened. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Qin Yao stays far away from trash like you."
Lin Chen turned and waved dismissively. "Carry on."
Watching Lin Chen walk away, cat food in hand, An Yi’s eye twitched.
What the hell was that?!
Oh right—this bastard still owed him fifty grand!
"Kid, you surrendering now, or do we beat you into submission?"
Nie Qinglan twirled her baton, grinning.
The crowd erupted:
"Beat him down! He hurt Panther!"
"Yeah, break his arm too! Payback!"
"Aim for his face first!"
"..."
An Yi sighed.
So much for walking away after taking down their leader.
Running wasn’t an option—not with his heroic image on the line.
If he wanted to control this mob, he’d have to deal with their little boss.
A smirk curled his lips.
"Go! Get him!" Nie Qinglan commanded, pointing her baton.
In an instant, the seventy-strong mob surged forward like a tidal wave.
An Yi raised a hand, compressing the air in his palm.
Qi Manipulation!
Whoosh—a gale-force blast erupted, kicking up dust and debris.
The charging thugs instinctively shut their eyes, forced to a halt by the sheer resistance.
"Damn it, this punk’s cheating!"
The wind vanished as quickly as it came.
But when they opened their eyes, their target was gone.
"Nobody move."
A lazy voice sounded behind them.
They spun around in shock.
An Yi had somehow slipped past them—and now had Nie Qinglan in a chokehold.
"Back off. Unless you want your little boss to get hurt."
His finger rested against her throat, his tone casual.
As expected, this girl was weak.
Her combat skills were practically nonexistent.
How the hell did she become their leader?
"Let her go!"
"You coward! Fight fair!"
"Despicable bastard!"
Seeing the goons fume, powerless to act, filled An Yi with satisfaction.
No wonder villains in movies always laughed when they took hostages.
This feeling of control?
Pretty damn good.
th】 【No prior gaming knowledge required】【The First Cultivation + Game Design Novel on the Platform】 In a world where the righteous path dominates and crushes the demonic sects, Lu Ze unlocks the "Son of the Demon Path" system. Killing righteous cultivators now grants him power-ups. Wait—deaths in illusions count too? As a former game designer, Lu Ze decides to give the cultivators of this world a little—no, a massive—shock... Sect Elders: "What is this 'Escape from the Demon Sect' game? Why have all our disciples abandoned cultivation to play it??" Elite Disciples: "You're saying... mastering 'Demon Slayer' can help us counter demonic schemes?" Reclusive Masters: "Why did I leave seclusion? Ask that backstabbing rat who ambushed me in 'Eternal Strife' yesterday!" Rogue Cultivators & Civilians: "'Immortal Abyss Action' is addictive! You can even earn spirit stones by loot-running..." Sect Prodigy: "My Dao heart is unshakable... except for that cursed black hammer." Royal Scions: "Can skins have stat boosts? I’ll pay 10,000 spirit stones for one!!" Sect Leader: "WHO IS CORRUPTING MY DISCIPLES?!!!"
is also known as: "Sword Flying Under the Desk: My School Life" "Balancing Cultivation and STEM Homework" "The System That Taught Me to Take College Entrance Exams While Surviving Heavenly Tribulations" Good news: I got reincarnated. Even better news: I got reincarnated with a system. So, should I chase wealth? Or pursue immortality? Maybe become a superhero for the motherland? But with regrets weighing on this second life, I’d rather fix what I missed before. System: "Host, the cultivation world is full of dangers. You must form your Golden Core immediately!" Lin Mo glanced at the truck he’d just stopped with one hand. "At my level, it’s not like I’ll piss off ‘Little Boy’ or ‘Fat Man,’ right? Whatever—I still have two math problems left. Go play by yourself." System: "How can you still focus on homework at a time like this?! Host! Don’t throw your life away!" Lin Mo stayed silent, burying himself deeper into his workbook.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
