I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

Just as Xue Jing was about to leave, a deep, indifferent voice suddenly came from behind him:

"Oh? I was almost late, but it's just in time."

"Hey, kid."

"Hand over what you're holding; that's not something you're qualified to touch."

Xue Jing paused slightly, then slowly turned around to look at the source of the sound.

He was a man dressed in a suit and tie, with a rather burly build.

His outfit was impeccably groomed, with hardly a wrinkle on his clothes, his tie perfectly tied, and his hair styled in a slicked-back style with hair oil, not a single strand sticking out, making him look like someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

The man had a stern face and indifferent eyes. He looked at Xue Jing with a haughty gaze, as if looking down on him.

Xue Jing lingered on his face for a couple more moments, feeling something was off.

His skin was extremely fair, unnaturally so, with several indentations on his cheeks, as if his skin had been sewn on with very precise techniques, creating an incongruous and strange feeling.

The eyes were also different; one was a normal black, while the other was a dark red that emitted a faint glow.

"What if I say no?" Xue Jing asked in a completely flat tone.

He glanced at the panel.

In the Divine Skills panel, below the [Twins] skill, wisps of golden light emerge and gather continuously.

He had seen this phenomenon before.

This phenomenon occurred during the first encounter with the divine relic, when the twins were activated.

A new divine skill is being born.

Xue Jing closed the panel and tucked the [Crown of the Wicked Woman] into her collar, ensuring it was always in contact with her body.

Upon seeing his action, the man narrowed his eyes.

"Boy, you're looking for death."

The man took off his suit jacket and threw it aside. As he walked towards Xue Jing, he loosened his tie, looking ready to make a move.

From the perspective of the dark red prosthetic eye, the data of the boy in front of me was quickly analyzed.

[Estimated physical energy level: 1.7~1.9]

[Physical alienation rate: less than 1%]

[There are signs of martial arts training, but no obvious specialization of body parts, making it impossible to calculate combat patterns.]

……

After a large amount of data testing, the final evaluation is conducted.

Overall risk level assessment: 2.1~2.5

The man was somewhat surprised by the result.

He looks only sixteen or seventeen years old... Living in a rural place like the Outer Ring City, to have a rating of 2 or higher at this age, this kid's talent is pretty good.

However... it's still too weak.

The man's eyes revealed contempt.

"Kid, I'm giving you one last chance."

"Hand over your stuff."

He walked up to Xue Jing and crossed his arms.

"I can spare your life, but I'll only break one of your arms and one of your legs."

"Kneel down and thank me for my blessing."

The man's words carried an annoying air of self-righteousness.

Xue Jing was silent for a moment, then blinked and smiled:

"You bastard, you've probably never really shown off much, have you?"

The man's gaze turned cold.

"Let me guess, you're probably the kind of person who'd rather be a lowly, groveling dog than not belong in a circle. Now you think you're so awesome to be in this circle, that you're a cut above the rest, that you walk with a swagger, and you can't help but try to imitate those high-class people you meet."

"But—you didn't actually pretend, did you? It sounded so forced, really, it made me feel embarrassed for you."

Xue Jing's lips curled into a bright, sunny smile.

"I'm curious, you lowly, stinking dog, what are you doing pretending to be your mother?"

One of the Razor Gang members watching nearby couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"puff……"

Upon hearing the laughter, the man seemed to have been struck by something. His face turned pale and then red, and his prosthetic eye flickered repeatedly, as if he was filled with shame and indignation, which then turned into utter rage.

"You're dead...you're dead...you're dead..."

I'm going to... kill you!

Just as he was about to make a move, Xue Jing preemptively struck, delivering a groin kick without hesitation.

"Snapped!"

After the dull thud, a look of disdain flashed in the man's eyes:

"How can we not be on guard against such despicable martial artists who use such underhanded tricks every day?"

Xue Jing immediately realized something was wrong. The feeling of being kicked was completely unlike that of a human body; it was as if he had kicked a hard rubber tire, both tough and hard.

"it's over!"

The man suddenly grabbed Xue Jing with incredible speed, like a giant beast opening its jaws to bite him.

This was supposed to be a sure thing. According to the evaluation given by the prosthetic eye, a kid with a physical energy level of less than 2 couldn't possibly dodge it at this distance.

However, the man came up empty-handed.

The boy was extremely fast, moving with speed far exceeding his level rating. He ducked to avoid being grabbed and then took a step back to get away from him.

Then...without hesitation, he turned and ran!

"Damn it!"

The man flew into a rage, smashed the floorboards, and chased after Xue Jing.

……

Xue Jing wandered through the complex alleyways, his eyes filled with thought.

'Who is this person? Is he a containment worker from another containment company?'

'His body is strange... Is he someone who's been given performance-enhancing drugs? Or does he have a foreign plant implanted in his body?'

'The outer ring city lacks adequate medical facilities and prohibits the use of xenografts... Could he be from the inner ring city?'

A series of banging sounds came from behind.

Xue Jing glanced back.

Compared to his skillful maneuvering through the alleyways, relying on strength and technique to scale walls, his opponent was much more straightforward and brutal, smashing through countless walls like a tank as he rapidly approached him in a straight line.

Seeing that the distance was gradually closing, and that the Twin Speed ​​could not be maintained for long, Xue Jing glanced at the progress of divine absorption on the panel.

The pale golden light spots continued to converge.

'Let's try to stall for time and see what the new divine skill is.'

Xue Jing made a decision.

He turned into another alley, his eyes sweeping across the entire area like lightning. He took a few steps forward and picked up a rusty, bent iron nail from the ground.

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Chapter 50 The Dark Flame, The Recipient

"That little rascal can really run!"

While using his prosthetic eye to track Xue Jing's movements, the man cursed inwardly.

That's the problem with martial artists; they're all as agile as monkeys, darting around everywhere, which is really inconvenient.

He smashed through another wall, then waved his hand to disperse the dust and stopped.

The tracking traces displayed in the eye of the device end here, and three question marks appear in the upper right corner, indicating that the data is insufficient and the whereabouts are unknown.

"They ran away?" The man's face was grim.

"No, if he could run, he would have run away already. He's hiding!"

The man adjusted the mode of his prosthetic eye, switching it from [Tracking] to [Insight].

"You bastard, you can't get away."

In the crimson field of vision, every detail of the alleyway is scanned into the chip for thorough analysis.

A phantom figure with the exact same build as Xue Jing appeared in the prosthetic eye's field of vision. 'He' nimbly dodged and slipped into the alley, turned his head and scanned the alley as if searching for something, then bent down and picked something up from the ground.

While the prosthetic eye was still analyzing, a sharp whistling sound suddenly came from above.

The man instinctively raised his right hand, extended two fingers, and held them in front of his eyes, just managing to catch a rusty iron nail.

But before he could react, right after the nail, a figure descended from the sky at incredible speed and threw a punch at him!

The figure moved with ridiculous speed. The man didn't have time to react at all before the fist struck his hand holding the nail, and then pushed the nail forward, driving it directly into his prosthetic eye!

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The rusty nail pierced his eye and went all the way in. The man screamed in agony as blood gushed out, and he clutched his eye and wailed.

Seeing that his sneak attack had succeeded, Xue Jing immediately pressed his advantage, continuously striking his opponent's eye, where the nail was driven in.

"Bang bang bang bang bang..."