I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

Xue Jing's eyes flickered.

The power gap is too great.

They have almost no ability to resist and can be killed by the other party if they want to.

Fortunately, he wasn't all alone...

Meng Boshang turned around and glanced at Xue Jing, nodded, and twitched his lips as if he were smiling, which seemed to be a greeting.

The enormous hand, as big as a sandbag, gripped the wrist of the person opposite it like an iron clamp, remaining motionless and revealing astonishing strength in silence.

Xue Jing followed the arm in front of him and looked across to the other side.

His neatly combed gray hair, his aged and gloomy face still showing shock and anger, and an invisible force emanating from his body, cutting thin grooves into the surrounding floor.

"Jiao Hongyuan, you shameless old dog."

Li Qi, sitting in a wheelchair in the distance, spoke with a cold expression.

"Your son came to my door to spar with my disciple, but was defeated because he was not as skilled. You old dog, how dare you lay a hand on my disciple?"

"Decades have passed, and those dog teeth that I broke have grown back? Do you think I'm a pushover, someone you can bully whenever you want?"

Jiao Hongyuan didn't reply for a moment. He looked at the deep human-shaped indentation on the wall, in which Li Chengxuan was embedded.

"master……"

Li Chengxuan's muffled voice came from inside the wall.

Jiao Hongyuan's expression changed, and with a twist of his wrist, he used his strength to dislodge Meng Boshang's hand that was gripping him.

Then, in a flash, the figure arrived beside the wall.

As he moved, Meng Boshang stretched out his muscular, thick arm and shielded Xue Jing behind him.

"Chengxuan".

Jiao Hongyuan shouted, but seeing that Li Chengxuan was embedded too deeply and difficult to pry out, he stretched out his palm and made a few horizontal and vertical cuts to cut the wall open.

The reinforced concrete was cut through without any obstruction, like clay, by the palm strike, leaving a smooth cut, as if cleaved by a peerless divine weapon.

"Clatter, crash, crash -"

Gravel fell and dust flew as Li Chengxuan broke free from the wall, looking utterly disheveled. His body was covered in fist and footprints, his clothes were torn, and his exposed skin was covered in bruises.

"hiss--"

But he actually looked pretty good overall, and was now gasping for breath, clutching his crooked fingers where bone spurs were sticking out.

"Master, I was careless."

He looked at Jiao Hongyuan and said in a low voice.

Hearing this, Takeyama Ei, who was not far away, immediately pouted in dissatisfaction and said:

"What do you mean by 'careless'? If you can't win, you can't win. Don't make excuses!"

"There are so many eyes here, they can see everything clearly!"

The ordinary disciples around them were intimidated by the superhuman power that Jiao Hongyuan had just displayed and dared not speak, but they all nodded in agreement.

There's no question of being careless or careless; it's purely a difference in skill level.

Jiao Hongyuan said to Li Chengxuan in a low voice, "We'll talk about it when we get back."

He turned to look at Li Qi.

Then, he bowed and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Li Qi, and said loudly:

"Seventh Master! I was wrong just now. I was so eager to protect my disciple that I attacked your disciple in the heat of the moment. I apologize to you!"

"In a few days, I will host a banquet and invite all my colleagues to formally apologize to you in front of everyone and compensate you for all your losses. You can decide how much the losses are!"

"Do you think this is acceptable?"

Jiao Hongyuan's humble statement was a stark contrast to his arrogant behavior of breaking through the window and attacking Xue Jing earlier, leaving everyone stunned.

Li Qi narrowed his eyes, sensing that something was amiss.

In his memory, this old dog wasn't someone with such a good temper.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

As a martial arts master, Li Qi was well-versed in the principles of martial arts combat.

The more the enemy doesn't want us to do something, the more we should do it.

Although Li Qi didn't know why Jiao Hongyuan wanted to settle things peacefully, he understood that he couldn't go along with Jiao Hongyuan's wishes.

"If apologies were effective, what would be the point of us practicing martial arts?"

Li Qi chuckled.

"If you truly want to apologize, fine. Chop off the hand you just extended to my disciple, and I will accept your apology."

"This is outrageous!" Li Chengxuan shouted angrily.

"You're the one who's going too far! You little brat who needs an adult to wipe his butt when he poops, and you still dare to yell here!"

Li Qi immediately launched into a tirade of curses, spitting as he spoke.

He pointed his finger at Li Chengxuan's nose, as if about to stand up, and cursed:

"It's one thing to come here and challenge someone like a fucking idiot, but to lose and still have the nerve to complain? If you were under my tutelage, you'd have been expelled from the sect and flushed down the drain long ago!"

Li Chengxuan was being verbally abused to his face. He wanted to refute them, but they were all truths that he couldn't refute. He opened his mouth but couldn't say anything, and he was so angry that he trembled all over.

Jiao Hongyuan frowned, gestured for Li Chengxuan to remain silent, and then said to Li Qi:

"Seventh Master, this condition is a bit too much."

Li Qi chuckled.

"pass?"

He didn't waste any more words and turned to look at Meng Boshang.

"Bo Shang, close the door and beat the dog."

Meng Boshang's handsome face remained expressionless. He nodded, and without making any visible movement, his long, flowing hair, reaching his waist, spontaneously coiled up without any wind, as if he were ready to fight.

Xue Jing looked on in amazement.

This is the realm of 'power reaching the four extremities', where the power permeates every minute part of the body, and even the hair can be freely controlled.

It can even make hair swing on its own, piercing through the body to kill.

Jiao Hongyuan's expression changed slightly.

"Wait a moment!"

Meng Boshang ignored him.

In the blink of an eye, the massive and majestic body vanished from its spot.

When it reappeared, it was already in front of Jiao Hongyuan.

The fist, as big as a sandbag, swung towards Jiao Hongyuan's old face.

The surrounding air trembled, and rings of air burst forth from the fist, making it impossible for everyone to open their eyes.

As the direct target of this punch, Jiao Hongyuan felt an immense sense of pressure.

"The ultimate fist! This kid is nearing his limit, just one step away from leaping over the dragon gate!"

Jiao Hongyuan, with his extensive experience, immediately recognized the level of the punch and couldn't help but show shock in his eyes.

If he were twenty years younger, he wouldn't be afraid, but as the saying goes, youth has the greatest advantage. He has not yet broken through his limits and is not an "immortal of the mortal world." His physical condition cannot remain at its peak. As he has aged, he is already old. How can he possibly withstand the ultimate punch from this younger generation?

He only had time to raise his elbow, and with his seasoned and sharp strength, he tried his best to deflect the force of the punch, and his fist and elbow collided with each other.

"boom!"

With a deafening, earth-shattering explosion, all the glass on the seventeenth floor of the office building where the Hidden Dragon Dojo was located shattered, and the violent airflow forced everyone around to retreat and cover their faces with their hands.

The entire office building swayed slightly, leading many to wonder if an earthquake had occurred.

Xue Jing was very close, and when the punch exploded, he involuntarily squinted. He was blown back more than ten meters by the airflow, and could not see anything clearly.

In the chaos, he only heard crackling sounds in the arena, as if something had happened.

A dozen seconds later, the air currents subsided, and he finally opened his eyes fully and looked at the scene.

At this moment, all the equipment in the training hall was scattered and broken, the floor was cracked everywhere, the walls were covered with cracks, and there were several large holes.

Jiao Hongyuan and Li Chengxuan had vanished without a trace. Xue Jing only found a pool of viscous, almost solid blood where they had stood.

Senior Brother Meng Boshang has also disappeared without a trace.

"Is this... the strength of a true martial arts master?"

Xue Jing stared in disbelief at the mess in the room.

He would believe it if you told him he was Superman.

Even the aftershock of a single punch can cause widespread damage.

"So I'm still just a newbie after all?"

Xue Jing sighed deeply.

His strength had increased dramatically over the past month of martial arts training, leading him to believe that he was already quite strong.

Seeing the true strength of these martial arts masters in person now makes me realize that I am still far from being good enough.

“Click, click—”

The sound of a wheelchair approaching could be heard from the side.

Xue Jing turned his head and asked, "Master, what's going on now?"

Li Qi rubbed his eyes, which were fogged up by the sandstorm, and said, "That old dog Jiao Hongyuan took a punch from Bo Shang and used the force to grab his disciple and run away. Bo Shang chased after him and they're probably still fighting now."

Xue Jing walked to the broken French window and looked outside.

The fierce wind on the high-rise made his clothes flutter. He stared intently into the distance. With the ultimate vision brought by his Lv5 aiming, he could vaguely see rings of air bursting out in a certain direction, getting farther and farther away.