I can gain insights into martial arts.

"RN-003?" Brother Sun interrupted abruptly, his face full of mockery. "Do you even know what the price of an RN-003 is? You probably couldn't even buy one even if you sold all your body parts!"

Lu Ren hurriedly revealed his previous idea: "Brother Sun, I can help you 'sell' the goods to pay off your debt."

Brother Sun scoffed and shook his head dismissively. "How much merchandise do you have to deliver? I'm in this business for quick profits; I don't have time to wait for you to slowly pay off your debts with wages."

Thinking of the humiliation he had suffered in the ring not long ago, a desperate, "what's the use" attitude surged within Lu Ren. He steeled himself, gritted his teeth, and said, "Brother Sun! Just give me a few RN-003s, and I'll do anything!"

He knew that Brother Sun had a lot of shady businesses under his control, and would definitely need someone like him who was willing to go all out.

"Oh?" A playful glint flashed across Brother Sun's face as he looked Lu Ren up and down with ill intent. "You really will do anything?"

Lu Ren felt uneasy under his gaze, but since he had already spoken, he could only nod reluctantly.

"Alright," Brother Sun stepped closer, revealing a seemingly gentle but actually chilling smile, "That thing I mentioned to you last time, if you're willing to agree... don't just say a few, I can get you dozens of RN-003s!"

"That matter?!" Lu Ren shuddered upon hearing this. Even though he was eager to gain power and was willing to take risks, the thought of what Brother Sun had mentioned brought a wave of intense fear, like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguishing the fervor in his mind and bringing him back to his senses.

Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, he shook his head violently, stammering, "No! No, no, no! Brother Sun, I was out of my mind just now, I haven't thought it through yet... Let me think about it some more..."

As he spoke, he turned and ran away in a panic.

Brother Sun simply watched his retreating figure coldly, neither stopping him nor saying anything to persuade him to stay.

A tall, burly, and sinister-looking henchman beside him immediately stepped forward. "Boss, should I go and bring this spineless coward back?"

"No need," Brother Sun waved his hand, his playful smile disappearing and his expression becoming unusually serious. "Forced relationships don't work... The people we need to find over there must be willing participants. They have to genuinely agree with the process, otherwise it won't be effective and might even backfire."

He pondered for a moment, then instructed, "By the way, go and check if something has happened to that kid recently that made him so anxious... See if there's any loophole we can exploit."

After his henchmen left, he reverted to his gangster boss persona, waving his hand dismissively, "Let's go back and keep playing cards. Today we're going to win those bastards their underwear!"

After escaping from Brother Sun's place, Lu Ren felt utterly exhausted and prepared to go home to rest.

However, remembering the citywide martial law, he dared not take the side streets this time and instead chose the main roads with more people.

As he walked, he cursed everyone who displeased him in the most vicious language in his mind: Chen Mochuan, Li Biao, Han Zhen, and even Brother Sun who had turned on him faster than flipping through a book. He didn't spare a single one of them.

Just as he was immersed in resentment, a deep male voice suddenly rang in his ear without warning.

"Young man, do you crave power?"

Lu Ren shuddered and turned his head sharply, only to find that a middle-aged man in a sharp suit, with a somewhat strange demeanor, had been silently following him.

In a terrible mood, he was about to blurt out "lunatic," but an extreme sense of danger, stemming from his biological instincts and subconscious, instantly seized him, causing him to swallow the profanity that was about to come out.

He hurriedly threw out a "I don't want to!" and then, as if avoiding a plague, rushed into the bustling crowd ahead.

The middle-aged man made no further move, but simply stared quietly in the direction where Lu Ren had disappeared, his eyes flashing with an elusive light, and a faint, vertical pupil-like shadow seemed to flash and disappear deep within his pupils.

A meaningful chuckle played at the corners of his lips as he murmured, "Such pure and intense resentment... truly a born scoundrel..."

He then turned around and walked in the opposite direction from Lu Ren, and soon disappeared around the street corner.

……

Just as Lu Ren was wandering around the city.

During the break between afternoon boxing classes, Chen Mochuan did not choose to relax like most of his classmates. He continued practicing Peiyuan Boxing as if he were tireless.

Since the Peiyuan Fist was nearing perfection, even with the spiritual support of martial arts insights from "Spirit Devourer" in his mind, Chen Mochuan's progress in cultivation had slowed down considerably.

In order to master this boxing technique to perfection as soon as possible, he did not want to waste any time he could.

Influenced by him, some other students in the class are also working hard to cultivate, although some of them are clearly not in good condition and are gritting their teeth and persevering.

Just then, Han Zhen, who had just left after class, returned.

"Wei Shaohua, Zhang Maoli..." After scanning the room, he called out the names of several students who were clearly not in good condition.

"You should take a rest first. Cultivation is important, but you must always pay attention to your own condition and do what you can. If you push yourself too hard and end up overly fatigued or even injured, it will affect your preparation for the upcoming exams, and that would be a loss."

After giving the students a heartfelt speech, he turned to Chen Mochuan and said, "Chen Mochuan, come with me."

Following behind his homeroom teacher, Chen Mochuan initially thought the teacher wanted to talk to him about his challenge with Lu Ren that morning, but when he realized that the place they were going to wasn't the teachers' office, he couldn't help but feel a little confused.

The two went to the top floor of the teaching building and entered a room that Chen Mochuan had never set foot in before.

The furnishings inside are very similar to the training ground of the elite class, only much smaller in size, and with some additional instruments and items.

Lin Hong, who had been waiting there for a long time, greeted them with a smile, "Don't be nervous, the teachers just want to know a few things from you."

"Okay, teacher, I will cooperate with you." Chen Mochuan looked at the two calmly.

"If I'm not mistaken, the move you used on the stage at noon that made Lu Ren lose his senses for a moment should be some kind of sonic martial art, right?" Han Zhen asked bluntly.

"Yes."

"So, how well do you understand this sonic martial art? If it's convenient, could you demonstrate it for us?" Lin Hong took over the conversation, his tone gentle.

"Sure." Chen Mochuan nodded. "How do you need me to demonstrate?"

"It's very simple," Han Zhen stepped forward, "Just attack me directly, and remember not to hold back, go all out."

As he spoke, he walked up to Chen Mochuan, standing there seemingly casually, but in reality, his aura was as steady as a mountain.