Exploding God

"You're kidding me!"

The two men shouted and swung their batons down hard on Lu Ze's head.

Lu Ze calmly looked ahead, neither dodging nor avoiding, and pulled his arms back. His biceps, like a car piston compressing, burst out with astonishing force. His hands transformed into palms and suddenly thrust out, one to the left and one to the right, like a silver waterfall crashing into a valley, turning into several rapid streams, carrying a harmonious blend of lightness, speed, and rage.

With dynamic vision and fingertips instantly enhanced by the Star Source Power, combined with the movie-like clear movements in his mind, Lu Ze moved with fluid grace, his two batons whizzing past him as his fingertips simultaneously pierced the stomach directly below the opponent's sternum.

The two froze as if struck by lightning, their eyes instantly becoming bloodshot.

This beautiful and swift movement stunned everyone around them. Why couldn't the two men bring their batons down while they were suspended in mid-air?!

Lu Ze's gaze swept past the two men and fell upon the dozen or so thugs charging forward. Unperturbed, he suddenly bent his knuckles and used the backs of his fingers to deliver a powerful blow to the ribs of the two men.

Despite being only an inch apart, two waves of energy suddenly erupted from in front of him.

This is the martial art that will still have a place in the future, bringing the human body, which has evolved over hundreds of thousands of years, to its ultimate potential.

—Flowing Water Unloading Wind Fist: Two-Tooth Finger!

boom!

The two men were thrown back seven or eight meters as if they had been hit head-on by a speeding car, only stopping their momentum after smashing a metal trash can on the side of the road.

The next second, with a "poof," the two of them opened their mouths wide at the same time and spat out their leftover food. It was a real spit-out of food, and the disgusting scene was as spectacular as it could be.

Holy crap?

Everyone within dozens of meters seemed to drop their jaws in astonishment.

This... this destruction was caused by a mere teenager?!

How is that possible?!

Could he be... a genetic warrior?

Upon realizing this, everyone felt the hairs on the back of their heads stand on end and stared at Lu Ze in horror.

"You can reason with some people, but with others you can only resort to fists."

"Only when you hit him hard will he listen to your reasoning."

Lu Ze turned around, his gaze gentle, and looked at Lu Ming, who was struggling to stand up, and spoke softly.

The thin boy looked excitedly at his older brother's towering figure, which resembled a mountain, and nodded vigorously.

"If the other party doesn't listen." Lu Ze turned around, his arm leaving afterimages, like a carving knife that could sculpt a gentle breeze, and thrust out again with flowing grace, his palm open.

With a bang, Lu Ze's right hand precisely grasped the palm of a knife-wielding warrior that was slashing down. The terrifying power, comparable to that of a Wind-level martial artist, was unleashed in a slow-motion display.

"Ah!!" The thug felt as if his fist had been crushed by a hydraulic press, and the excruciating pain of his bones being forcibly pressed together made him involuntarily roar out.

With a clang, the machete fell to the ground.

"If the other party doesn't listen... then the beatings weren't painful enough."

Lu Ze finally finished speaking. With a twist of his right hand, ignoring the thug's howls, he used the thug in his hand as a weapon, swinging and throwing him away with tremendous force.

When a person weighing 160 pounds is thrown with an initial velocity of 65 meters per second, and then completely absorbs all the kinetic energy by being blocked by a group of people, the magnificent scene is like a human bowling ball being shattered...

The middle school boys, whose hormones were surging to the point where they didn't know how to release them, collectively fell silent.

Knock on! Knock on!

Is this even human?!

Lin Zhidao stood there trembling, holding his knife. He had wanted to rush forward with them, but he hadn't expected to be the only one left in the arena. What was he to do?

The fear of being dominated by that boy just now surged back into his mind.

No, I am Lin Zhidao from Tingluo District, and I am Lin Zhidao, the tyrant of No. 3 Middle School.

All I did was bully a cripple, and you dare mess with me like this?!

Especially after seeing the strange looks coming from all around, Lin Zhidao's eyes turned red again, and evil thoughts began to arise.

"Kill him!"

Lin Zhidao roared in fury. He couldn't possibly be bullied on his own turf!?

In the distance, next to the S350 Mercedes parked on the street, the group of bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses finally noticed this place. Their bodies trembled in unison, and they simultaneously put their hands in their clothes and ran towards the school gate.

The fighting energy-storing stick is powerful enough to paralyze a strong adult at close range.

This is not the so-called peaceful Blue Zone, nor the noble Dome Zone; this is the Reddish-brown Zone, a gathering place for countless mobs and criminals.

"Shouldn't you apologize?"

Lu Ze seemed not to see the bodyguards rushing towards him and walked towards Lin Zhidao.

Fuck you!

Lin Zhidao, unable to suppress his anger, was about to blurt it out.

"I know you—"

However, no one saw how Lu Ze crossed the three-meter distance and appeared in front of Lin Zhidao like a sharp knife, slapping him hard with a backhand.

puff.

Lin Zhidao was sent flying by a heavy blow, spitting out a long trail of blood before crashing to the ground, his mind reeling.

The bodyguards who rushed over were stunned.

Where did this ruthless guy come from? Didn't he see that all his burly bodyguards had arrived? How dare he make a move?

"Are you listening to me?"

Lu Ze looked down.

"I..." Lin Zhidao opened his mouth, ready to curse.

boom!

Then another kick came flying through the air, sending him flying three or four meters. He clutched his stomach and curled up on the ground like a shrimp, in so much pain he could hardly breathe.

"I asked you if you were listening to me?"

Bang! Another kick.

"It hurts, it hurts... Stop hitting me!" Lin Zhidao was not as strong-willed as he had imagined, and cried out.

Lu Ze stopped moving, and the bodyguards around him surrounded him, not daring to step forward, as if facing a formidable enemy.

……

In the distance, a light-colored Bentley Mulsanne was parked by the roadside. Inside the rear window, a pair of beautiful, slightly bewitching eyes turned their gaze forward and casually asked, "What are your chances of winning?"

"The explosive power he just displayed was merely a result of martial arts skills, at most at the level of a 4-star warrior."

"If I make a move, I can end the battle within three rounds."

In the passenger seat, the figure remained motionless like a rock, his voice calm.

"Then I'll leave that to you."

"After all, no matter how useless he is, he is still a member of the Lin family."

The woman in the back row yawned lazily, looking uninterested.

"Yes."

The white Mulsanne slowly drove away, and a man in a suit with a buzz cut straightened his sleeves and strode toward the school gate.

……

"Are you convinced?" Lu Ze looked down at Lin Zhidao with his hands behind his back. Outside his line of sight, the remaining dozen or so people were like air.

"..." The second young master of the Lin family's face turned pale and then red, his eyes filled with resentment. He was in a fierce decision in his heart about whether to let his bodyguards join the battle and whether he could get away unharmed.

"You're a man. I underestimated your patience. Good."

Lu Ze spoke calmly, as if nothing was amiss. He had just taken a half-step when Lin Zhidao was so frightened that he hurriedly retreated from his seat.

"I admit it, I admit it!"

"So, where is your sincerity?"

"I..." Lin Zhidao's face turned deathly pale. Lu Ze could kick him at any moment, and even with a group of bodyguards behind him, he didn't want to take another kick!

But if he apologizes, Lin Zhidao will lose all face and dignity on the eve of the high school entrance exam!

I can't apologize, I can't apologize...

How could he possibly apologize to a cripple?!

With a look of unease mixed with a certain sense of relief, Lin Zhidao seemed to have made up his mind.

Lu Ze looked down at the guy who clearly still had the strength but didn't dare to get up, a sarcastic smile curling at the corner of his mouth, and pulled out his right hand to swipe downwards.

"Your index finger bent three times, and your body leaned back about nine degrees. You know better than I what that means, so... you've lost your last chance."

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhidao looked up in shock, both surprised and furious.

Can't we even think about it anymore?

I haven't run away yet!

"This... is all your fault."

Just as Lin Zhidao was preparing to roll backward with all his might, he saw the hand that was about to fall suddenly stop... Sand and gravel flew everywhere, sparks flew, and a steel pipe that suddenly appeared was deeply embedded in front of Lu Ze.

"I used to be just like you. After learning a few martial arts moves, I always thought I was invincible."

"It wasn't until later that I understood the meaning of the idiom 'sitting in a well and looking at the sky'."

"Today I will teach you this vocabulary word."

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Fu Haonan from Benlei Martial Arts School."

A man's deep voice rang out as he slowly stepped into the arena amidst the shocked gazes of everyone.

"How...how did he get here?!"

No one expected that this suddenly appearing burly man would actually be ranked seventeenth on the Shangnan Martial Arts Ranking...

Thunder Bear – Fu Haonan!