I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

A dozen or so companions stood not far behind the man. A young man and woman, seeing this, immediately came over and helped the man up, saying with concern.

The cat looked down at the group of people, snorted, turned away, and ignored them.

Xue Jing didn't care about this little incident. Anyway, the cat had already taught him a lesson. Such a trivial matter was not worth his attention. He didn't even look back at the group of people. He just stepped towards Ning Yuantai, who had gotten out of the driver's seat not far away.

However, he didn't intend to cause trouble, but trouble didn't intend to let him off the hook.

A tall, burly man with broad shoulders and curly hair strode towards Xue Jing and said in a calm tone:

"Friend, aren't you going to apologize?"

As he spoke, he reached out and pressed on Xue Jing's shoulder, trying to stop him from moving forward.

"..."

Upon hearing this, Xue Jing paused in his tracks.

He raised his left hand and grabbed the curly-haired man's wrist as he reached for him.

The grabbing motion wasn't fast. The curly-haired man originally wanted to dodge, but for some reason, even though Xue Jing had his back to him, it was as if he had eyes in the back of his head. His hand followed him like a shadow, and no matter how many times he tried to dodge, he couldn't get rid of him. In the end, he was caught by Xue Jing.

"Huh?" The curly-haired man was taken aback, only then realizing that something was wrong.

The seemingly ordinary person in front of me, as unremarkable as a roadside stone, appears to be a martial arts expert.

How could that be... Anyone who has achieved even a little success in martial arts will possess a certain spirit and energy that ordinary people don't have.

Young people, in particular, become proud and arrogant after achieving success in martial arts, and they want the whole world to know that they are not ordinary people. As a result, their temperament will naturally change, and this cannot be suppressed at will.

But this person...

"What did you say?"

Xue Jing grabbed his wrist, slowly turned around, looked at the curly-haired man, and asked curiously.

"I don't think I heard you very clearly, could you please say it again?"

The curly-haired man's lips moved, and he was about to speak when he suddenly felt a tightness in his wrist.

It then became increasingly tight, and my skin started to feel numb, which then turned into pain, and the pain became more and more intense.

His expression changed, and he channeled his energy, trying to pull his wrist away.

However, the hand gripping his wrist was like a mechanical claw made of steel alloy. No matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't budge and he couldn't break free. There wasn't even a tremor.

"How can it be!?"

The curly-haired man's eyes widened.

The grip tightened, blood began to pool in his wrist, his skin turned purple, and his bones creaked under the strain, as if in agony.

"Snapped--"

The skin on his wrist was squeezed so hard it burst open, and blood gushed out. In the excruciating pain, the curly-haired man's expression hardened, and he raised his right hand and suddenly punched Xue Jing in the head.

Xue Jing shook his head slightly, and with a slight twist of his hand holding the other man's wrist, an extremely powerful force surged directly into the man's body, locking the key power points of the muscles all over the curly-haired man's body.

The fist stopped abruptly, hovering twenty centimeters in front of Xue Jing, motionless.

At this moment, the group of people also noticed that something was wrong. Seeing their companion suddenly make a move and then suddenly stop, they all stepped over.

"Brother Xiong, what happened?"

"Brother Xiong, why is your hand bleeding... Ouch, that's a serious injury!"

"Kid, let go!"

"Let go of Xiong Ge!"

A dozen or so people were shocked and started shouting all at once.

Xue Jing ignored the noise around him and continued to exert force with his palm. The bones in the curly-haired man's wrist were already cracking.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Don't you want to talk?" Xue Jing asked, seemingly out of curiosity.

The curly-haired man's expression gradually contorted in excruciating pain. He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

He couldn't muster any strength in his body, including his mouth, and couldn't even shout out loud, secretly lamenting his predicament.

'Damn it, we've run into a tough opponent, and Junior Brother Song isn't here...'

The cracking sound intensified. Under Xue Jing's grip, the curly-haired man's wrist was quickly squeezed to the size of a sugarcane, and shattered bone spurs pierced through the skin, exploding into a 'bone flower'.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"

The curly-haired man screamed and howled in agony, kneeling down with his trembling right hand supporting his shattered left hand. His expression was contorted beyond recognition by the pain.

"Oh? I thought I was hallucinating from what I just heard. So you're not mute after all."

Xue Jing looked down at him and spoke calmly.

"So here's the question: what's the deal with you asking me to apologize?"

His voice was not loud, it was very soft, and even sounded somewhat gentle, as if he were chatting casually with his family at home.

But this faint sound was not drowned out by the curly-haired man's screams and clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

The previously noisy crowd suddenly felt a chill and looked at Xue Jing in fear. For a moment, apart from the screams of the curly-haired man, the scene was very quiet.

"Have I done anything that I need to apologize for? Hmm?"

Xue Jing spoke softly, then placed his palm on the curly-haired man's head and pressed down hard.

"puff--"

The curly-haired man was pinned to the concrete floor by Xue Jing, with only his head sticking out.

"You're not going to tell me, huh? Then it's my turn," Xue Jing said calmly.

The curly-haired man vomited blood, and his face twitched.

Xue Jing stepped on his remaining head, looking down at him condescendingly.

"Apologize."

"Wh...what?" The curly-haired man was still groggy and asked in confusion when he heard Xue Jing's words.

"Apologize to me," Xue Jing said slowly.

"what?"

The man looked completely bewildered.

Why should he apologize when he's already in this state?

"why……"

Before the man could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a foot on his head begin to exert force, and quickly corrected himself:

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm really sorry! I was wrong, really!"

Xue Jing scoffed.

"You don't know you're wrong, you just know you're going to die."

The man's face flushed red, feeling incredibly aggrieved... "Then why did you make me apologize?!"

With a stomp of his foot, Xue Jing stomped the man's remaining head into the ground with a soft thud.

"If apologies were effective, why would we need to learn martial arts?"

After saying that, Xue Jing turned and left.

This time, no one dared to stop him. The dozen or so people present watched his retreating figure in silence, exchanging bewildered glances, still feeling lingering fear.

After he left, everyone hurriedly dug out the curly-haired man.

"Brother Xiong, what should we do?"

The curly-haired man collapsed limply to the ground, his wrists hanging limply, broken beyond recognition, with a clearly dented shoe print on his head.

He took a couple of breaths and gritted his teeth, saying, "Call Junior Brother Song for me... That person just now was definitely here to participate in the U19 competition!"

After saying that, he looked at the white-haired youth who was huddled in the crowd, pretending that he didn't exist.

"Xiao Chao, come here."

The curly-haired man spoke slowly.

Xiao Chao nervously walked up to the curly-haired man, covering his still-bleeding hand, and cautiously said:

"male……"

Before he could finish speaking, a large shovel was slapped across his face, sending him spinning three or four times in the air before he collapsed to the ground, motionless and unconscious.

After finishing this task, the curly-haired man named Xiong Ge seemed much more comfortable, and his expression calmed down considerably.

He turned to look at Xue Jing's departing figure and gritted his teeth, saying:

"This matter won't just end like this!"

……

"Huh? Brother Xue, what happened?"

After Ning Yuantai and Xue Jing reunited, Ning Yuantai asked curiously.

Xue Jing was scratching the cat's chin when he heard this and casually recounted what had just happened.

Upon hearing this, Ning Yuantai was so angry that his nose almost twisted out of shape. He immediately rolled up his sleeves and cursed, "Damn it, Brother Xue, wait for me a moment, I'm going to kill that idiot!"

Xue Jing reached out and stopped him, saying:

"Alright, it's nothing serious. Let's go, we should go in."

Upon hearing this, Ning Yuantai had no choice but to walk towards the arena gate with Xue Jing, though he was still cursing under his breath.

The two chatted along the way, and when they arrived at the entrance of the arena, they entered the arena quickly without having to queue, since they used the players' passage.

Ning Yuantai went to find someone he knew at the event organizer's office, while Xue Jing, led by a staff member, arrived at the entrance to his own lounge.

Seeing the sign with his name on it hanging on the door, Xue Jing pushed the door open and entered.

In the spacious lounge, Jiang Siwei, dressed in an office lady outfit and wearing glasses, was already inside. She was sitting in a chair, typing on her laptop.

Hearing the door open, Jiang Siwei turned around and saw Xue Jing. Her eyes lit up, and she greeted him.