I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

A cracking sound rang out, and the young man's ankle twisted into a contorted arc.

"Answer the questions honestly, don't make pointless excuses. Didn't your teacher teach you that?"

"Yes Yes."

The young man with the buzz cut was in so much pain that his face was covered in cold sweat, and he quickly said:

"We are Duan Kaiping's men from the Razor Gang. Duan just saw you walking alone on the street, wearing your high school uniform, and he wanted to kidnap you and extort money from your family..."

Xue Jing brandished the baseball bat in his hand and said, "So, where is this Brother Duan?"

"Brother Duan thinks that since you're just a student, he doesn't need to lift a finger. He'll let us do it, and he'll be waiting in a warehouse on the next street!"

The young man with the buzz cut spoke very quickly, as if afraid of displeasing Xue Jing in any way and getting another blow from the stick.

"Is this Brother Duan very capable?" Xue Jing asked.

"Brother Duan is a core member of the Razor Gang, qualified to have a 'razor' tattooed on his chest... He used his connection with the gang leader to train at the Golden Wind Dojo. I only saw him fight once, and he cut a can of Coke in half with a single swing of his bare hand, just like he was wielding a razor!"

Xue Jing narrowed his eyes.

Jin Feng Dojo... He had just heard Pei Youguang mention it; the latter had entered this dojo to practice martial arts and learn 'internal strength'.

If a gang member who frequently kidnaps and extorts people can train in this martial arts school, it must not be a good place. No wonder it's located in the southern part of the city.

'If he can cut a can of cola in half with his bare hands, cutting a throat would be a piece of cake... He's got considerable fighting skills.'

Xue Jing looked thoughtful.

After this incident, he is now at odds with the Razor Gang. He injured so many of their people, and although the cause is entirely his fault, he doesn't believe that gangsters will reason with him.

Xue Jing first considered the possibility of silencing them, but immediately realized that it was unrealistic.

Putting aside whether he could actually do it, the commotion he caused along the way was enormous. I bet many people saw it. Just ask any eyewitness, and you can easily trace it back to him.

Then there's no way out.

Xue Jing thought for a moment and then asked, "Give me a detailed introduction to your Razor Gang."

He paused, then asked, "How large is your sphere of influence? How powerful are you exactly? How many core members are there like 'Brother Duan'?"

The young man with the buzz cut paused for a moment, considered his words, and said, "Our Razor Gang is one of the seven gangs on the outskirts of the South District. Several streets nearby are our territory... There are dozens of core members like Brother Duan."

Xue Jing narrowed his eyes: "What is the relationship between your gang leader and the Golden Wind Dojo?"

"The gang leader is a true disciple of the master of the Golden Wind Dojo..."

Upon hearing this, Xue Jing felt a headache coming on.

Just as he expected, pulling up one radish brings up another muddy mess. These local gangs have all sorts of intertwined relationships, and messing with one will implicate a whole bunch of others.

Is he going to beat up the Razor Gang and then the Golden Wind Dojo? What will happen after beating up the Golden Wind Dojo?

Wouldn't this go on forever?

Hey, can we reconcile?

'However... it's not like there's no way to break this deadlock.'

Xue Jing felt that he could take advantage of the situation.

Behind the Razor Gang is the Golden Wind Dojo, but there are many other dojos in Qingcheng.

Dojos are all businesses that operate from the grounds; once you pay, you can become a disciple and go inside to practice martial arts.

Xue Jing refused to believe that, with his unparalleled talent and extraordinary wisdom, he would be treated with great respect in any training ground he entered.

You think the Razor Gang has powerful backers? Well, I'll be just as powerful as you in no time!

He even came up with a shady plan.

They got there first, paid the fee, and entered the Golden Wind Dojo!

When the Razor Gang came looking for trouble...

I acknowledge that you are very powerful, but if I choose to join you directly, how will you respond?

However, he now has a very bad impression of the Golden Wind Dojo and the Razor Gang, and he doesn't want to do this unless he has no other choice.

A sense of urgency arose in Xue Jing's heart.

Previously, he wasn't under much pressure. Although he wanted to practice martial arts, he wasn't in a hurry. But now he has to find a way to raise money to get into the dojo as soon as possible.

"Thank you for the message."

Xue Jing said to the young man with the buzz cut.

The latter quickly flattered, "You're welcome, brother, it's all I should do... So, how about you just let me go like a fart?"

Xue Jing nodded.

"Okay, I'll give you a chance."

After saying that, he looked around and picked up a few stones that were easy to handle from the ground not far away.

Upon witnessing this scene, the young man with the buzz cut suffered a PTSD attack and had a bad feeling.

"Run, I'll only count to ten."

Xue Jing tossed the stone in his hand.

"one."

"Hey? Bro, look at my feet..."

The young man with a buzz cut looked miserable, pointing to his foot that Xue Jing had broken with a stick.

"two."

"Wait, wait, can we start counting again?"

"three."

The young man with the buzz cut gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain in his ankle, and stood up while leaning against the wall. He then hopped and skipped across the street.

"Four."

However, since only one leg can move, he can't walk very fast.

"five."

The counting sounded like a death knell coming slowly from behind him. He hurriedly quickened his pace, but then he tripped and fell to the ground.

"six."

He struggled to get up, but in his haste, he bumped his injured ankle and fell down again in pain.

"seven."

He scrambled forward.

"Eight."

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

He screamed in terror.

"Nine."

"ten."

Xue Jing looked at the young man with a buzz cut who hadn't run twenty meters yet, and threw a stone at him.

"boom!"

The final headshot of the night rang out.

Xue Jing looked at the 'corpses' lying haphazardly around him, then at the stone in his palm, clenching it tightly, and said confidently:

"It's a victory for martial arts!"

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Chapter 22 The Stone-Throwing Immortal, I, Ning Fengwan, the leader of the Dragon Cult, will stand up for you!

[You have survived a battle, Fitness Experience Points +225]

[You have completed a battle; aiming experience points +267]

[You have just finished a battle and feel very refreshed. Health Preservation Experience Points +69]

[You have completed a battle; combat experience points +128]

[You maximized your speed advantage in battle, gaining +336 running experience points.]

[Fitness upgraded to Lv3 (188/800)]

Aiming skill upgraded to Lv2 (169/500)

[Health Enhancement Upgraded to Lv2 (38/500)]

[Running speed increased to Lv4 (38/1200)]

The panel kept displaying prompts.

Xue Jing closed his eyes, and a tingling, itchy, and painful sensation spread throughout his body.

He could feel his physical abilities increasing dramatically, rapidly, and powerfully!

The muscles under the skin writhed like living things, and the bones were becoming harder than ever before. The muscles in the abdomen, chest, shoulders, arms, thighs, and all other parts of the body began to bulge and enlarge, then slowly compressed, returning to their original smooth and firm shape, as perfect as if sculpted by a god.

He grew two or three centimeters taller, reaching 1.86 meters. Although his physique remained unchanged, his weight increased by ten kilograms.

Xue Jing looked down at his clenched fists. His aura was stronger than ever before, brimming with domineering power and madness. What in the world could withstand such a Xue Jing? Damn it, who in the world could withstand him?!

"Cool!"

The gains from this battle would require him to work hard for several days to achieve on his own.

If he could do this several times a day, morning, noon, and evening, he would become a superman in just a few months.

Xue Jing looked into the distance. Even in the pitch-black night, with only a tiny bit of dim light, he could see the fine, mottled scratches on the old wall dozens of meters away, as well as the small flying insects moving on it.