Chapter 22: Stone-Throwing Immortal, I, Ning Fengwan, the Leader of the Dragon Sect, Will Decide You
[You have experienced a battle. Fitness experience +225]
[You have experienced a battle. Aiming experience +267]
[You have experienced a battle and feel extremely refreshed. Health cultivation experience +69]
[You have experienced a battle. Close combat experience +128]
[You maximized the advantage of your footwork in the battle. Running experience +336]
[Fitness upgraded to Lv.3 (188/800)]
[Aiming upgraded to Lv.2 (169/500)]
[Health cultivation upgraded to Lv.2 (38/500)]
[Running upgraded to Lv.4 (38/1200)]
A series of notifications popped up on the panel.
Xue Jing closed his eyes, feeling a tingling sensation all over his body.
He could sense that his physical qualities were surging, raging, and explosively increasing!
The muscles under his skin writhed like living things, his bones were becoming harder than ever before, and the muscles in his abdomen, chest, shoulders, arms, and thighs began to swell and enlarge before slowly compressing and returning to their original sleek and tight form, as if perfectly sculpted by a divine being.
He had grown two or three centimeters taller, reaching a height of one meter and eighty-six centimeters. Although his figure had not changed, his weight had increased by ten kilograms.
Xue Jing lowered his head to look at his clenched fists. At this moment, his aura was stronger than it had ever been, exuding an unmatched dominance and wild arrogance. With such power, was there anything in this world that could stand against him? Damn it, who in this world could possibly stand against him now?!
"Awesome!"
The gains from this fight would have taken him several days of hard work if he had trained alone.
If he could experience this kind of fight three times a day, he would become a superhero in just a few months.
Xue Jing looked into the distance. Even in the pitch-black night, with just a hint of dim yellow light, he could clearly see the fine cracks on the old wall dozens of meters away, as well as the tiny insects crawling on it.
With his Aiming skill at Lv.2, his vision had improved even more dramatically.
He picked up a small pebble and aimed it at one of the tiny insects on the wall.
Swoosh—Smack!
The crisp sound was followed by a splat as the tiny insect was crushed against the wall, leaving a yellow stain of insect blood.
"I think it's fair to call myself a 'Stone-Throwing Immortal' now," Xue Jing muttered to himself.
Stone-throwing to ask for directions?
Immortal showing the way!
...
When he returned home, it was already 9:30 p.m.
In the end, Xue Jing decided not to look for Duan Kaiping, and there were two reasons for this.
First, he didn't know how high Duan Kaiping's combat power was, but it was definitely not low. It would be a bit risky to provoke him recklessly.
Second, if he beat up Duan Kaiping, a core member of the Razor Gang, the gang would definitely come after him, and the lineup they sent would surely be more formidable than Duan Kaiping alone.
As long as he didn't provoke Duan Kaiping, the conflict would remain between him and Duan Kaiping, or at most, between him and Duan Kaiping's underlings. It wouldn't escalate into a direct confrontation with the Razor Gang.
This way, he would have more time to develop his powers.
"Meow~"
The cat stared at the late-returning boy with an unhappy expression.
Xue Jing smiled and gently picked it up, stroking its cheeks as he said, "Sorry, sorry, I'm back late. You must be hungry."
"Meow~" The cat meowed softly.
'I was worried about you, idiot.'
Feeling the boy's gentle touch on its cheeks, the cat narrowed its eyes in contentment.
It sniffed the boy's scent, which always made it feel secure, but suddenly, its brow furrowed, and its pink nose twitched.
'Blood...?'
"Just wait a moment, I'll make something for you to eat right away."
Xue Jing put the cat down on the sofa and walked into the kitchen.
He had already eaten at Pei Youguang's house—they had ordered takeout.
The cat watched his retreating back, feeling anxious.
'Did he get into a fight? Or did something else happen?'
'It must be the former. He's so eager to learn martial arts; did he get bullied by someone?'
The cat couldn't sit still any longer.
This kind-hearted boy had picked it up, knowing that it was a 'talking cat,' and had taken it home. He cooked delicious meals for it and was excellent at petting it. On top of that, he was handsome...
How could anyone bully him?!
"Damn it, who can bully him, who dares to bully him!?" The cat's imagination ran wild with anger.
Its cat face displayed a very human-like shift in expression, its white-gloved claws extending and retracting, extending and retracting...
"Ahahaha, here comes the chicken soup."
Xue Jing walked out of the kitchen, carrying a pot of chicken soup.
Due to the gains from the skill panel, he was in a cheerful mood and couldn't help but play a prank.
But the cat, who had imagined all sorts of scenarios, felt that the smile on his face was forced.
"Hmm? What's wrong? Don't like chicken soup?" Xue Jing looked at the cat curiously, seeing the human-like gloomy expression on its face.
What a waste... He had eaten too much at Pei Youguang's house, and if the cat didn't eat the soup, it would go to waste. A hint of 'sadness' appeared on his face.
The cat couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Young man, tell me, what happened?"
A melodious, youthful female voice emanated from the cat's mouth.
Xue Jing was stunned.
"Rest assured, go ahead and speak. No matter what it is, I, Ning Fengwan, the leader of the Dragon Sect, will definitely stand up for you!"
The cat sat on the dining table, its cat tail, adorned with a tail ring, swaying gently behind it. Its slender, alluring eyeliner-accentuated cat face exuded an air of authority.
...
At the same time, in a warehouse on a certain street in the South District.
"So, you guys got wiped out by that kid?"
Duan Kaiping sat on a cement pipe, looking at the dozen or so bruised and battered underlings before him, feeling a sense of absurdity.
"Just a minor student, throwing a few stones and bottles, and you all got taken out?"
"And you still dare to call yourselves members of a gang? Huh?"
One of the underlings couldn't help but speak up: "Brother Duan, that kid is too fast. We can't catch up with him when he runs, and we can't shake him off when we try to escape. His throwing accuracy is spot-on and fierce; we just couldn't handle it!"
"Yeah, Brother Duan, it's not that we're exaggerating. That kid is really uncanny; he's not an ordinary student!"
"We really can't beat him, Brother Duan. You have to take care of this personally..."
Duan Kaiping waved his hand impatiently. "All of you, shut up. Do you want to embarrass us even more?"
"We'll deal with that kid later. I don't have time right now, so all of you scram."
The underlings exchanged glances and could only agree, helping each other up and leaving the warehouse.
As soon as they left, a figure emerged from the shadows behind several boxes in the corner of the warehouse.
Duan Kaiping forced a smile. "My apologies, Mr. Yunye."
The young man named Yunye wore a black windbreaker, his left arm covered by a black glove that hid his skin. He had a rough beard, dark skin, and a weathered face. His right eye shone with a greenish light, seemingly an artificial eye.
"Enough with the chitchat. Where's Jiao Hongyuan? Get him over here quickly and hand over the goods to him. We're done with the Conrad Company's request." His voice was hoarse and harsh, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time.
Hearing this, Duan Kaiping carefully spoke up. "The boss left a few days ago to accompany the senior brother to Fengcheng for the U19 selection. He's already on his way back." He dared not be careless; the man before him was a ruthless character who could enter the borderland and return alive. He wasn't someone he could afford to offend.
Yunye let out a cold snort. "Still waiting? The Sixth Agency is already on to us, and 'White Crow' may have already entered the city. If we're caught, Conrad won't be able to stay out of this either."
"Don't pretend you don't know what Conrad wants with the 'Heavenly Insect Queen.' If this gets out, those living in the Cang Court will be furious. You know what to do."
There was much in Yunye's words that Duan Kaiping didn't understand, and he didn't dare to understand. He could only smile obsequiously and apologize.
"Three more days. If you don't come to get it by then, I'll hand it over to the government, and I might even spill some extra information."
After speaking, Yunye let out a couple of harsh laughs and walked out of the warehouse, his figure suddenly disappearing.
Cold sweat broke out on Duan Kaiping's head. He felt that he had heard too many things that he shouldn't have, but he had no choice. He could only tremble as he took out his phone and dialed Boss Jiao Hongyuan's number.
...
The world-building is about to unfold, and Xue Jing is about to take off. Stay tuned!
(End of Chapter)
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