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That evening, after returning home, Lin Bei went straight to his study on the second floor.

He's been so busy lately that he hasn't had time to participate in the lottery.

I've saved up a lot of lottery chances for several days, I'll use them all tonight.

As expected, you need to draw more to get amazing items.

After a flash of white light, Lin Bei was lucky enough to draw a bottle of purple epic-level attribute-enhancing potion.

The system message states that each person can only use this item once, and that it will multiply the user's three-dimensional attributes after consumption.

The other prize is one million Hong Kong dollars in cash.

Without even looking at it, he treated it as pocket money and gave each of the eight women a red envelope containing 88,000 yuan.

The study was lit by warm yellow lights, and the sound of occasional waves could be heard outside the window.

Lin Bei sat at his desk, fiddling with the bottle of medicine.

The glass bottle wasn't large, and the liquid inside had a faint silvery sheen, as if moonlight had been poured into it.

"After this enhancement, my current martial arts strength is only at the mid-stage of the Dark Force realm."

"I hope this attribute potion will give me a slight boost in strength."

Lin Bei tilted his head back and drank the medicine in his hand in one gulp.

The liquid was icy cold upon entering the mouth, but after sliding down the throat, it shot straight down like a fiery line.

The heat exploded in my stomach and then surged through my limbs and bones at an astonishing speed.

The medicinal power suddenly erupted within his body, instantly sweeping through every meridian and every bone.

It wasn't just physical pain; it was a tearing sensation that went deep into the bone marrow, as if all the muscles and bones in my body were being forcibly ripped apart and then hammered and forged anew with scalding blood.

"Ughhhh!"

"Damn system, this isn't an attribute-enhancing potion, this is poison!"

Lin Bei slid off the chair and knelt on the ground.

He trembled violently, his teeth clenched so tightly they clicked, and veins bulged on his forehead as he forced back the groans of pain he was uttering.

His ten fingers scratched the floor with a harsh sound, and his knuckles turned white.

He growled in a low voice, his voice hoarse as if it had been ground on sandpaper.

Every pore on his body opened up, and streams of dark, foul-smelling liquid slowly seeped out from the gaps in his skin, sticking to his clothes and emitting a pungent odor.

The bones creaked and groaned, the old tendons were shattered by the medicine, and new, strong fascia slowly grew amidst the excruciating pain.

After enduring an unknown amount of time, the excruciating pain finally began to subside.

A warm current surged from my dantian and flowed through my whole body, like ice water poured onto a red-hot iron block.

The spasms throughout my body gradually subsided, replaced by an unprecedented sense of clarity.

Lin Bei used the ground as a support to slowly get up.

Sweat mixed with a layer of dark impurities covered his entire body, making him look as if he had just been pulled out of a mud pit.

He looked down at his hands, clenched his fists, and his knuckles cracked crisply.

The hidden injuries left by the fight last year have all melted away, and my whole body feels as if a huge burden has been lifted off my shoulders.

With every gesture, a power far exceeding that of the past surged through his flesh and blood, making every joint incredibly light.

"Wow, is this some kind of marrow cleansing and tendon strengthening treatment?"

"Or have I become Superman?"

"So, will I still be able to eat beef from now on?"

Lin Bei clenched his fists, feeling the surging power coursing through his meridians. He tried throwing a punch, the fist cutting through the air with a soft popping sound.

"This power should have reached the Great Perfection of Dark Force... no, it might be even higher."

"Hmm... I'll go to the martial arts gym tomorrow to test my strength with Feng Yuxiu..."

Lin Bei happily went up to the second-floor bathroom and took a hot shower.

Hot water washed away all the grime, revealing smooth, firm skin underneath, making him feel as handsome as the readers.

After washing up, he felt refreshed and incredibly energetic.

After leaving the room, he walked straight to the doors of Ai Lian and the other women, and knocked on each one.

I won't go into the details of what happened next.

In short, Lin Bei cleared each room one by one, fighting his way from one end of the corridor to the other, until six o'clock in the morning, when the sky began to lighten. Only then did he call it a day and fall into a deep sleep on his bed.

Four hours later, he was woken up by Ailian.

When he opened his eyes, the curtains had already been drawn, and the sunlight was so bright that he squinted.

The aroma of breakfast wafted up from downstairs: fried eggs, ham, toast, and freshly ground coffee.

After finishing breakfast, he rushed to the martial arts school.

At this time, the martial arts school was already overflowing with people due to the celebrity effect of Feng Yuxiu and Gao Jin.

A long queue formed outside the door, with many young men arriving early in the morning to sign up for boxing lessons.

The martial arts gym was filled with deafening shouts, the wooden dummy was being pounded loudly, and the chains on the sandbags were creaking and rattling.

Lin Bei didn't linger at the entrance; he went straight upstairs to find Feng Yuxiu.

After exchanging a few brief pleasantries, the two cleared the arena and began their sparring match.

"Master Feng, it's been a long time since I've made a move."

"Don't hold back later!"

Feng Yuxiu had indeed never seen Lin Bei make a move.

He had only heard Gao Jin mention that Mr. Lin was exceptionally skilled, but he had never had the chance to witness it firsthand.

He thought Lin Bei only knew a few fancy moves, but he didn't expect that after inquiring, he found out that the name of Dao Wang Bei had long been known throughout the martial arts world.

"Of course, sparring between martial artists is always done with all their might!"

"Okay, let's do it!"

After Lin Bei finished speaking, he pushed off with his feet and shot forward like an arrow.

He threw a punch, the wind from which howled.

"So fast!"

Feng Yuxiu only felt a blur before his eyes, and before he could even see the trajectory of Lin Bei's punch, he was hit solidly in the abdomen.

He groaned, bent over like a shrimp, stumbled back five or six steps, and slammed his lower back against the rope, almost falling over.

My stomach was churning, and my breakfast sloshed around in my throat; I almost threw up.

"You...I..."

All the trainees present were stunned.

Their head coach, the rising star of Hong Kong's martial arts scene, was knocked back with a single punch?

Didn't they even have a chance to fight back?

Seeing this, Lin Bei quickly stepped forward to help Feng Yuxiu up.

"Hey, why didn't you dodge?"

"Even if you don't dodge, you can still block with your hands..."

"Are you alright? How about we start over? I'll slow it down a bit?"

Faced with Lin Bei's accusations, Feng Yuxiu almost rolled his eyes and cursed.

He tried to dodge, but the punch was so fast that he didn't even have time to react.

If it weren't for the sharp pain in his abdomen reminding him that it was all real, he would have thought he was dreaming.

He clutched his stomach, forced a smile, and gritted his teeth as he whispered:

"Mr. Lin, your strength has at least reached the half-step Transformation Realm."

"If I dedicate myself to cultivation, I might be able to advance to the Grandmaster level..."

After saying that, Feng Yuxiu looked at Lin Bei with envy.

Too young, a 23-year-old half-step Transformation Realm martial artist.

Even in the north, they would be extremely rare.

"Wow, I'm already this strong?"

"Okay, that gives me more confidence in the upcoming plan."

Lin Bei released his hand from hers and turned to instruct a few of his underlings to take Feng Yuxiu away to rest.

After thinking about it, he asked the finance department to send Feng Yuxiu a red envelope of 88,000 yuan, telling him to buy some tonics to nourish his body.

He then left the martial arts school by car with several bodyguards and headed to Central to look at office buildings.

When he arrived, he happened to see Ou Yongen walking out of a building with a livid face.

She was wearing a sharp-tailored business suit and high heels, walking quickly and hurriedly.

Several subordinates jogged behind, their faces grim.

Seeing this, Lin Bei took a few steps forward and hugged her tightly.