I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

Moreover, Xue Jing had defeated two already highly regarded young geniuses...

Even as the older sister, she, who was tired of seeing him, thought her younger brother was incredibly handsome. With his looks and his behavior as the protagonist of the incident, he would definitely be a powerful tool for attracting traffic if he made the news.

How could these reporters let it go?

"Could it be that I've misunderstood the average ethical standards of the news industry? Is it really possible that a journalist would let go of such a sensational story because of personal moral character or image rights?"

Xue Wan fell into deep thought.

However, she quickly put this trivial question out of her mind and turned to look at the cat sitting on the table next to her, munching on a steak.

The cat flicked out its paw, hooked a piece of beef that Xue Jing had cut for it, blew on it twice, put it in its mouth and chewed, its eyes slightly narrowed as if it were enjoying the delicious food.

"...Little Fengwan is amazing. I've never seen such a smart cat before."

Xue Wan was somewhat surprised.

"Is it okay for it to eat this? The seasonings on it are all added according to human food standards. Isn't it bad for its health?"

Xue Jing picked up a can of cola, took a sip, and casually said:

"Don't worry, it's always eaten the same food as me, and there's never been a problem. Its bowel movements and urination are all normal."

"scare!!!"

A look of shame and anger appeared on the cat's face in a very human-like way. It let out a threatening 'screech,' its fur stood on end, and it extended its claws, striking his wrist.

With a slight pain, several white marks appeared on her skin. Xue Jing smiled and reached out to gently rub her cat-like face in a comforting manner.

"Anyway, there's no problem."

Xue Wan shook her head repeatedly: "No, no, it feels like it even has a sense of shame. This is too abnormal."

She looked at the cat with suspicion: "This cat... could it be the product of some mad scientist's experiment, like putting a human brain inside a cat or something?"

Xue Jing was stunned.

That's a very realistic line of thinking. Why didn't he think of that when he encountered the cat?

"Meow~"

The cat walked up to Xue Wan, squatted down, and meowed very softly.

Xue Wan was silent for a moment, then reached out and hugged him, rubbing her face against him repeatedly, her face full of bliss.

"Never mind, whatever you want, as long as you're cute. Ahh, my little Feng Wan, how can you be so cute? Mommy loves you..."

The cat, being rubbed against, glanced at Xue Jing with a rather smug look out of the corner of its eye.

Xue Jing pinched his chin, smiling without saying a word.

……

After dinner, it was already 8 p.m.

Xue Jing's older sister, Xue Wan, lives in a university dormitory, and curfew is approaching. Therefore, Xue Jing plans to say goodbye to his sister temporarily, take the cat around Fengcheng, and meet the agent that Wu Youqing has arranged for him.

However, Xue Wan was very unwilling and said she didn't want to be separated from the cat and wanted to take it back to her university dormitory.

After consulting with the cat with his eyes and receiving a no-questions-asked reply, Xue Jing agreed.

He hailed a taxi at the door and watched Xue Wan and Maomao get in. Then, Xue Jing stood alone on the street, carrying his rolling suitcase.

He took out his phone, scrolled through his contacts for a while, found his agent's number, and dialed it.

It was as if he had been holding his phone and waiting for Xue Jing; the call was answered without even a beep.

"Hello, is this Mr. Xue?"

A respectful female voice came through the receiver.

Xue Jing said, "It's me, Sister Wei. Are you free right now?"

The agent is a woman named Jiang Siwei.

"Yes, yes, I've been waiting for your call."

Jiang Siwei quickly replied.

Xue Jing smiled and said, "Then let's meet now. I'll send you the address..."

After sending Jiang Siwei the location of the hotel that the rich woman and domineering CEO had booked for him, Xue Jing hailed a taxi and headed to the hotel.

……

After learning that Xue Jing was from out of town, the talkative driver launched into a long, enthusiastic introduction to Fengcheng along the way.

Nearly twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of a rather luxurious-looking hotel called Yunlu.

Xue Jing took out his phone to scan the QR code to pay, said thank you, and was about to get off the bus.

Just then, a figure flew in from a distance.

"boom!"

The figure slammed onto the hood of the car with a loud bang, and the whole car shook.

The hood caved in deeply, the car stalled instantly, and a ring of shattered white lines appeared on the windshield.

"Huh? What's going on?"

The driver said in a panic.

Upon seeing this, Xue Jing frowned, opened the car door, and got out.

"Damn, this woman's got guts, I like her!"

Xiahou Shen climbed off the hood and patted the shirt with a large footprint printed on the chest.

As a contracted player of the Xuanjiao Martial Arts Club, he was over the age limit for U19. He was not here to compete, but to accompany a young man in his club who had little competition experience.

Unexpectedly, while booking hotels for the team members, we encountered a woman with a very unusual figure...

Upon seeing that strong, powerful buttocks, he couldn't resist touching them.

Then he was kicked away.

Xiahou Shen grinned, ignoring the dent in the car he had bumped into, and strode forward, intending to return to the hotel lobby to continue his conversation with that woman.

At that moment, a slender, jade-like hand pressed down on his shoulder.

A flat, monotone voice came from behind him.

"What, are you trying to hit and run?"

……

Chapter 123 When the True Dragon Bitees, If You Don't Talk About Reason, Talk About Physics, and Then Talk About Reason (4K)

"What, are you trying to hit and run?"

Xiahou Shen didn't care that his shoulder was being pressed down. He simply gathered all his strength in his shoulder and with a shake, the strength suddenly exploded.

His strength was close to that of a professional fifth dan in terms of power. Even though he wasn't using his full strength, this one blow was enough to shatter an ordinary person's hand into a comminuted fracture.

Consider this a small lesson for this reckless person.

However, to his surprise, the hand remained completely still.

The explosive force vanished without a trace the instant it touched the palm of the hand.

If it weren't for the lingering effects of increased blood flow caused by the exertion of energy, he would have almost thought he had made a mistake and hadn't used his full strength.

'No, he's a master.'

Realizing something was wrong, Xiahou Shen immediately reacted and reached out to grab the slender hand pressing on his shoulder.

Xue Jing originally only wanted to keep this person so that he could discuss the compensation issue with the talkative driver; he was at the stage of trying to reason with him.

But this person seemed very resistant to compensation and even used force to attack.

Xue Jing was too lazy to pretend to be a civilized person anymore.

Let's jump straight into the physics section.

With a surge of energy, a true dragon rapidly formed within his body, roaring as it flowed into his palm, and visible white waves appeared on his slender, jade-like fingers.

The white waves vaguely resembled a dragon's head, with two rows of sharp dragon teeth overlapping with Xue Jing's five fingers.

His five fingers, as strong as steel, clenched suddenly.

Dragon-shaped energy, a true dragon bites!

"crunch-"

Five fingers, like sharp dragon teeth, pierced the other's shoulder and collarbone like nails, making a creaking sound.

His shoulder and collarbone area were pinched into a lump of flesh, the bone was broken, bone spurs were protruding from the skin, and two rows of deep blood holes were left where five fingers pierced, as if he had been torn apart by some kind of large beast.

"What a trick!"

Despite the excruciating pain of broken bones and shattered tendons, Xiahou Shen's expression merely changed slightly. He knew that the person behind him possessed profound skill, having already reached the level of manifesting internal energy, and that he could not compete with him in terms of strength.

He acted decisively, his face hardening, and despite the pain, he forcefully pulled his shoulder out of the other person's iron-like grip.

"Thorn-"

Blood, flesh, and bone flew everywhere; a large chunk of the shoulder was torn off during the rigging.

Such decisiveness and ruthless action surprised even Xue Jing, who was caught off guard and his pupils constricted slightly. He hadn't anticipated it and his movements faltered a beat.

Xiahou Shen knew that this move was a golden opportunity for a counterattack, bought at the cost of serious injury. Therefore, he did not hesitate and immediately ignited his inner strength.

In a battle between masters, every second counts. The killing moves of the martial arts school he practiced all required a certain amount of charging time, but there was no time to use them now.

Therefore, he could only exert as much force as possible in a very short time, based on the height of the other person he had deduced from when that hand pressed down on his shoulder, and predict the position of the other person's neck, before turning around and throwing a backhand hook punch.

Although it wasn't a killing move, he was confident that even a fifth or sixth-level master who had mastered internal organs would be at least half-dead if hit in the neck by his hook punch.

If the martial arts style they practice is poorly protected, they could be killed in one blow.

Even if the opponent reacts and defends, he will still have the advantage of attacking first, and then follow up with a combo, not giving the opponent any chance to rally and counterattack.

As a seasoned professional martial arts athlete, he has participated in numerous competitions and possesses extremely rich practical experience, ensuring that his opponents will never have another chance to retaliate.