Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Yamamoto Daiki, who was crippled by Lin Quan a while ago, recovered from his injuries in Man and returned to Dongdao.

Yingjing, Extreme Martial Arts Hall.

He gathered his thoughts and pushed open the door to go inside.

"Senior Brother Yamamoto..." A group of men and women in training clothes immediately bowed in greeting.

"Where is Master?" Yamamoto Daiki asked.

"It's in the back mountain," a female disciple from the Eastern Island replied.

He strode through the bamboo forest, stopped at the back of the mountain, bowed his head, and clasped his hands in greeting: "Master."

Fujita Ichiro glanced at his prized student and said, "You've failed?"

"Hmm." Yamamoto Hiroki nodded, his shoulders tense.

"What kind of tactics do you have against your opponent?" Fujita Ichiro asked.

"Lin Shanhe's Baguazhang skill is almost at the top of A-level."

"What are your plans?"

"I originally planned to go into seclusion for a few years before seeking revenge. Man Guokun is willing to pay 30 million Star Coins to invite my master to come out of seclusion and go to Tony's boxing ring to crush him."

Fujita Ichiro tapped the stone table with his fingertip: "Thirty million? That's too meager."

The museum receives 50 million Singapore dollars a year, which is not even a fraction of his annual income.

The Dan Jin martial artist offered 30 million, which was tantamount to lowering his own value.

Dan Jin is equivalent to Grade A, while the peak of Grade B is barely considered a practice target in his eyes.

"Master means...?" Yamamoto Daiki held his breath.

"Tell Kun Cha that it's one hundred million, not a penny less."

He had been in Danjinka for several years and had long wanted to take a step forward.

Otherwise, why would someone make a special trip to Manila just for money?

Yamamoto made the call on the spot, and Fujita Ichiro received a prepayment of 50 million yen. He boarded the plane and set off the next day.

……

"Mr. Lin, here is the other party's information." Tony handed over the folder.

"Dan Jin? Or is he from the Eastern Island?" Lin Quan raised an eyelid, intrigued.

"And if you win?"

"Six hundred million Star Coins have been deposited, of which three hundred million are yours."

"No problem." Lin Quan smiled.

At the current exchange rate, one Star Coin is equivalent to five Yanhuang Coins.

Three hundred million Star Coins is equivalent to 1.5 billion Yanhuang Coins.

His personal account has an extra 1.5 billion; at this rate, he could never spend it all in a lifetime…

I don't buy airplanes or yachts. My daily expenses are just food, car repairs, and occasionally giving red envelopes to friends.

"Mr. Lin, how confident are you?" Tony's Adam's apple bobbed.

"100%".

If he were to punch Fujita Ichiro now, not even a bone fragment would remain.

"Can it really work?" Tony asked, still somewhat skeptical.

Those with S-level or higher superpowers and martial artists do not leave the mountains; Dan Jin is already the pinnacle of human strength.

Dare you say you're guaranteed to beat Dan Jin? That's a very heavy statement.

He secretly glanced at the young man in his early twenties in front of him...

Dan Jin, in his early twenties? Never heard of him.

There are precedents for A-level ability users in their teens, but there is not a single record of a Dan Jin martial artist who is just over twenty years old in history books.

"Get the money ready. I'll transfer it to you after I beat up Fujita Ichiro. Otherwise..."

Lin Quan casually squeezed the armrest of the solid wood chair, and with a "crack," it turned into fine powder that fell in a flurry.

"Mr. Lin, rest assured, once you take down Fujita Ichiro, the 1.5 billion Yanhuang coins will arrive in your account within half an hour," Tony said confidently.

"Okay." Lin Quan nodded and didn't keep them any longer.

……

With five days left until the duel, Yamamoto Daiki glanced at the dozen or so girls from the Eastern Island in front of him.

"Someone will come to pick you up later and take you to Lin Shanhe's residence."

A dozen minutes later, Sami, a Mann woman who had taught Linquan Foreign Languages, knocked on the door and came in.

"Sami," Yamamoto Daiki greeted with a smile.

"Where's the money?" Sami asked directly.

"Pay 100,000 Star Coins upfront, and settle the remaining 100,000 upon completion." Yamamoto Daiki unzipped his backpack.

"Come with me." Sami led the twelve girls from the East Island and turned to leave.

An hour later, they stood at the entrance of Lin Quan's villa.

"Sami?" Lin Quan raised an eyebrow slightly when he saw the Mandarin teacher.

It's not unusual for her to come alone, but it's interesting that she brought so many people.

"Mr. Lin, are you satisfied?" Sami asked with a smile.

"Satisfied with what?"

"This gift."

What do you think?

Over the next few days, Lin Quan was indeed very busy... learning the island language during the day and at night.

He knew perfectly well what the twelve girls from the East Island were up to: they were simply paving the way for Fujita Ichiro, trying to distract him, tire him out, and disrupt his rhythm.

Yet his life force was so abundant it was almost overflowing; even after staying up for a month without sleep, he remained energetic.

Eighteen- or nineteen-year-old girls took the initiative to teach him to speak. It wasn't for nothing, so he had no reason not to learn.

He hadn't closed his eyes since 9 p.m. the night before the duel.

"Absolute power, crushing everything."

"Sugar-coated bullets? Chew the sugar coating, return the bullets as they are."

He deliberately walked with unsteady steps, changed into a loose jacket, and took a car to the boxing ring.

After being beaten by a martial artist who had mastered the Transformation Realm, his strength jumped directly from the Ming Jin to the Transformation Realm.

Fujita Ichiro is a Dan Jin (a type of martial artist), so maybe this attack will push him even higher.

"Getting beaten up really does make you stronger."

He swayed as he walked into the arena, his eyes heavy and his steps unsteady.

Tony noticed it immediately and his heart skipped a beat... Something was wrong!

Lin Quan glanced at him indifferently, without saying a word, nor did he expect the other party to understand.

As usual, the host introduced the backgrounds of both parties, and the wealthy people in the audience immediately placed their bets.

Ninety-five percent of those who bet on Fujita Ichiro won; the rest were simply betting on the high odds to upset Lin Quan.

Half an hour later, the two took the stage.

When the host announced "Start," Ichiro Fujita didn't move.

Lin Quan also stood still.

Comparing patience? He's lived a lifetime; the word "wait" is etched into his very bones.

"Go!"

"What are you standing there for? Are you going to fight or not?"

A commotion erupted below, and Fujita Ichiro finally raised his leg and approached.

Lin Quan held back his strength and slowed his speed, taking a punch and remembering a point; taking a kick and gaining a deeper understanding.

The obvious force is fierce and powerful, the hidden force is long and continuous, and the transformative force is smooth and harmonious... These three are the main offensive forces.

What about Dan Jin? It can protect the whole body and also twist the energy into a single rope, unleashing power far exceeding one's own strength.

He watched Fujita Ichiro's moves, knowing full well: You can't hurt me. Just keep attacking, I'll just keep remembering.

Fujita Ichiro's punches and kicks were as hard as iron, and his momentum was terrifying, but the blood on Lin Quan's body faded in the blink of an eye... Life-type superpowers are not just for show, and physiques are not made of paper.

Seeing blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, Tony clenched his fists, sweat beading on his forehead.

They didn't care whether Lin Quan lived or died, but if he lost, the three boxing rings would have to change hands.

Yamamoto Daiki and Kuncha sat in the VIP section, their eyes crinkling with laughter.

In the third minute, Lin Quan's palms felt slightly warm, and the outline of his inner strength began to appear.

Two minutes later, nothing new was discovered.

"That's about it."

He stopped dodging and hiding, and met Fujita Ichiro's heavy punch with a backhand palm strike.

"Crack!"... The sound of bone breaking was crisp and piercing.

"Pfft!"... Fujita Ichiro spat out blood and flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground, where he remained motionless.

The life-or-death contract was signed clearly; once on stage, one's life was in one's own hands.

The only Dan Jin martial artist on the East Island has come to his doorstep; Lin Quan has no reason to let him go.

"I feel so sorry for him."

"Useless! You couldn't kill him even after fighting for ages, but someone just slapped you to death..."

"Damn it! I've lost two million star coins!"

As soon as the palm struck, Lin Quan's phone popped up a notification: 1.5 billion Yanhuang coins had been deposited into his account.

All the A-level martial artists were defeated by him, and the forces monitoring the boxing arena all retreated.

There are very few A-level martial artists and superhumans in the world, so who would dare to risk their life?

In the underground boxing ring, life and death are your own responsibility.

Even with a useless superpower reaching Rank A, one still won't lack money.