I came for money.
You gave me billions!
Three times, each a massive load—tens of billions, probably!
So generous!
"You're so generous!" Yuba Ri blurted, voice dripping with resentment.
Meant as a complaint, her lingering flush made it sound seductive.
Her delicate face glowed red, sweat-soaked bangs clinging to her pale forehead, panting like a heroine straight from a doujin.
Su Ze felt a stir but suppressed it. "Stop lying there. Get up and teach me Xingyi Fist."
What?
You wreck me like this and expect me to teach you martial arts?
Yuba Ri opened her mouth, ready to retort, her breath still ragged.
Gurgle~
White liquid slid down her thigh.
Her face burned, and she twisted away.
Su Ze palmed his forehead.
Don't point that white rear at me!
"Ha!"
Yuba Ri suddenly bellowed, palms pressing down before her chest, sinking into a squat.
Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle~
Su Ze's eyes widened.
Using qi to expel toxins? Seriously?
"Hmph! I don't want to get pregnant!" Yuba Ri huffed, pulling on her pants.
Su Ze was speechless, tempted to point out that what was in was in—expelling now was pointless.
But seeing her earnest effort, he held back.
Once dressed, Yuba Ri eyed him. "You want to learn Xingyi Fist? Don't you think you'll win the finals?"
She'd bet on his victory.
"Not that. I'm just into learning martial arts right now," Su Ze said honestly.
Imagine mastering Gauss's math by skimming a book. You wouldn't stop there—you'd aim to surpass Einstein, Galileo, every peak.
Fighting techniques were crucial for him.
Without skill, he'd just be a brute swinging punches.
"Fine, I'll teach you a quick move—Step-Up Drilling Fist," Yuba Ri said, eyes glinting slyly. "But you better win every match, or you owe me all my losses—plus five… no, ten million yen!"
She wondered if ten million was too much.
They say the rich are stingy.
"I'll give you a hundred million yen to teach me all of Xingyi Fist," Su Ze said with a grin.
Yuba Ri's face contorted at the astronomical sum. "O-o-one hundred million yen?!"
Seeing her gobsmacked look, Su Ze chuckled, raising a brow. "What, not interested?"
"Interested!" Yuba Ri clutched her chest, eyes sparkling like stars.
A hundred million yen? She'd detox ten more times!
Her sect sisters were right: to make money outside, cozy up to the boss.
She figured their intimacy was why Su Ze was throwing cash her way!
An hour later.
Yuba Ri gaped at Su Ze practicing Xingyi Fist.
A Cannon Fist blasted out, a fierce circular airflow shooting three or four meters, like a gray-white qi bullet.
"No wonder it's one of the East's four great fists!" Su Ze said, retracting his fist.
Xingyi Fist had Five Elements and Twelve Animals, with countless sub-branches, emphasizing "qi" and "force"—concepts baffling to most.
Good thing he was a martial genius.
[Xingyi Fist: LV6]
"Come, spar with me. I'll match your strength and use only Xingyi Fist," Su Ze beckoned.
Perfect chance!
Yuba Ri's eyes lit up, her lips curling mischievously. "Don't back out!"
As a seasoned martial artist, she knew more than Xingyi. She had a few secret Chinese martial tricks up her sleeve.
They assumed Triple Harmony stances.
Yuba Ri raised her fist. The moment their eyes met, she stomped, closing the gap, shifting fist to palm, slamming Su Ze's chest.
Su Ze took the hit, sliding back meters, heels carving trenches in the floor.
"Chinese martial arts, so profound…" Yuba Ri smirked, ready for trash talk, but Su Ze stomped, crossing the distance in a blink, landing an identical palm on her chest.
Her "buns" flattened.
"How?!" Yuba Ri staggered back, shocked.
Mastering Xingyi's form and spirit was one thing, but combat prowess too?
Su Ze didn't answer. His ghost eyes tracked her bones, muscles, and blood flow with precision.
"Pfft!" Yuba Ri spat unladylike, raising her fists and charging.
She'd show this "junior" who's boss!
Half an hour later, she flew back, too drained to fight.
Su Ze, brimming with energy, didn't torment her further. He conjured four "Xingyi Su Ze" phantoms, fighting one against four.
Yuba Ri's Xingyi was higher—around LV11.
She seemed easy to bully, but she was a tough nut.
Su Ze's combat instincts and martial talent, plus his size advantage, meant she couldn't win, even with him holding back.
Sparring her grew dull.
Fighting himself was faster for growth.
Yuba Ri stared at the four airflow figures battling Su Ze, dumbfounded.
Is he cultivating immortality?
"Will I ever beat him?" she whimpered, curling up, dejected.
Su Ze fought his Xingyi phantoms, starting at a disadvantage, then evening out, finally slaying them one by one.
He imagined stronger "Xingyi Su Ze" phantoms, equaled them, and killed them again.
He repeated the cycle.
Hours flew by.
When he hit Xingyi Fist LV15, he snapped back.
Glancing around, Yuba Ri was gone.
He didn't care. Focusing inward, he opened his eyes, sparks crackling, bones humming—a Xingyi grandmaster's aura.
His right shoulder swelled, as if air gathered.
It flowed to his wrist.
"Cannon Fist!"
A blazing qi rainbow shot from his fist, hitting a wall ten meters away.
Crack~
The wall split, then caved into a crater.
Unimpressed, Su Ze frowned, growling, "Chain Cannon Fist!"
Boom, boom, boom!
Qi rainbows erupted, the wall exploding like it was struck by lightning.
He didn't stop, face alight with fervor, burning stamina with relentless punches.
This felt too good!
Fifty-six punches later, he paused, his gleaming eyes fixed on the collapsed wall.
Someone was coming.
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