We offered you a summer job, but you went and became a mercenary?

a slap.

He just waved his hand casually.

How could someone smash a master at the early stage of the Transformation Realm into dust?

A gaunt old man with a goatee pointed at Lin Ye, his throat dry: "This kid is strange! There's not a trace of internal energy fluctuation on him, it's all physical strength! His body is as hard as iron!"

Lei Zhentian's facial muscles twitched violently.

He had lived for over sixty years and had never seen anything so outrageous.

Even a master of external martial arts who has practiced Iron Shirt and Golden Bell Cover techniques for fifty years could not possibly train his physical body to this extent, right?

"Stop hiding it!" Lei Zhentian gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

If word gets out about this today, the Jiangcheng Martial Arts Association will be completely disgraced, and he can forget about being the president.

"This kid must be practicing some kind of evil, life-draining martial art!" Lei Zhentian roared, unleashing his mid-stage Transformation Realm aura without reservation. "We'll be at a disadvantage in a one-on-one fight, let's all attack together! Attack his weak points! Eyes, throat, temples, groin! I refuse to believe he doesn't have a single vulnerable spot!"

The five masters of internal energy instantly dispersed, surrounding Lin Ye tightly in the center.

These old men usually hold back when sparring, but now they're fighting tooth and nail, and no one dares to hold back.

Lei Zhentian stood directly in front of Lin Ye and pushed him away with both hands.

"Thunderbolt Palm!"

With a loud shout, a small vortex of airflow suddenly appeared around Lei Zhentian's palms, accompanied by howling wind and thunder.

The gaunt old man circled around to Lin Ye's side, his right index and middle fingers joined together, a layer of bluish-black poisonous gas emanating from the fingertips.

"Heart-piercing finger!"

The old man in the Tang suit slid to the ground, his right leg like a steel whip, heading straight for Lin Ye's knee joint.

The other two vice presidents also pulled out their trump cards, specifically targeting the back of Lin Ye's head and groin.

Five masters of internal energy cultivation launched their attack simultaneously.

The overwhelming barrage of fist shadows, palm winds, and finger strikes, carrying deadly intent, completely blocked all of Lin Ye's escape routes.

The surrounding air was compressed by these five violent forces, producing an extremely ear-piercing sonic boom.

Inside the command vehicle, 200 meters away.

Agent Xiao Wang stared at the soaring energy levels on the screen and ripped off his headphones in fright.

"Captain! Five experts at the Transformation Realm have unleashed their ultimate attacks simultaneously!" Xiao Wang slapped his thigh in frustration. "This energy peak would tear even a light armored vehicle to shreds! Why isn't Mr. Lin dodging yet?!"

The eagle slowly unscrewed the thermos and blew on the goji berries floating on top.

"Hide?" Eagle rolled his eyes. "Have you ever seen an elephant hide from ants? Is the logistics team's stretcher ready? These five old men are probably going to the ICU soon."

At the entrance of the residential compound.

The attacks of the five masters had reached Lin Ye, less than ten centimeters away from his vital points.

At this critical moment.

"Ding-dong!"

A crisp WeChat notification sound came from Lin Ye's work pants pocket.

The sound was particularly abrupt amidst the raging wind.

Lin Ye was originally planning to kick the sliding old man in the Tang suit away.

Upon hearing the sound, he abruptly stopped moving.

Lin Ye's eyes suddenly lit up.

This is a special notification sound from the [Jiangcheng College of Arts and Sciences Class of 27 Freshmen Group]!

The counselor mentioned when sending out the first red envelope that another one would be sent out later.

Lin Ye didn't care about any Grandmaster of Internal Energy; all he could think about now was the red envelope.

He used his master-level reaction speed and muscle explosiveness without reservation when he pulled out his phone.

His hand left a trail of afterimages in mid-air.

Lin Ye pulled the cracked phone out of his pocket and hovered his thumb precisely over the screen.

The screen lit up, and sure enough, it was a bright red lucky draw red envelope.

Lin Ye jabbed it without hesitation.

It was at the very moment Lin Ye looked down and tapped the screen.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Five extremely muffled loud bangs exploded almost simultaneously.

Lei Zhentian's Thunder Palm struck Lin Ye squarely in the chest.

The gaunt old man's finger pierced Lin Ye's temple.

The old man in the Tang suit's broken leg swept heavily onto the side of Lin Ye's knee.

The other two attacks also landed precisely on Lin Ye's back and the back of his head.

The scene seemed to freeze at that moment.

There was no flying blood and flesh, no cracking sound of bones breaking.

Instead, a series of metallic clanging sounds filled the air.

It was like five people holding wooden sticks and smashing them with all their might onto a solid titanium alloy steel plate.

Lei Zhentian felt a numbness in both palms.

His thunderous palm strike, powerful enough to shatter a stone tablet, vanished without a trace the instant it touched Lin Ye's chest.

Immediately afterwards, a recoil force ten times more terrifying than the force he had unleashed surged back up his arm.

"Click click click!"

Lei Zhentian's arms groaned in pain as the bones could not bear the strain. He was jolted back seven or eight steps and landed hard on his backside. A sweet taste rose in his chest, and a mouthful of blood surged into his throat.

The emaciated old man was in an even worse state.

His finger, which he had practiced for thirty years, snapped at a ninety-degree angle the moment it struck Lin Ye's temple.

The pain was so intense that the gaunt old man screamed in agony, clutching his fingers and rolling on the ground in agony.

The old man in the Tang suit who slid in and swept Lin Ye's knee was clutching his right leg, his face turning purple.

He felt as if he had kicked not a human leg, but a load-bearing steel column cast dozens of meters underground.

All five people were shaken senseless and in a sorry state by the recoil.

And what about Lin Ye, who was at the eye of the storm?

He stood still, wearing his newly bought black cotton T-shirt, without even swaying.

He lowered his head, staring intently at his phone screen.

In the middle of the screen, the animation of the gold coin flipping finally stopped.

"Ha ha!"

Lin Ye suddenly burst into laughter, his voice filled with pure joy.

He held up the phone with its screen shattered into a spiderweb pattern and excitedly spun around halfway.

"Twenty-eight yuan and thirty cents!"

Lin Ye pointed at the numbers on the screen, his voice rising eight octaves with excitement.

"I'm the luckiest person!"

Lin Ye was as happy as a 500-pound fat man, completely ignoring the Masters of Transformation lying all around him.

Lei Zhentian sat on the ground and forced down the mouthful of blood that had risen to his throat.

He looked up at Lin Ye, who was completely unharmed.

Then look at Lin Ye's excited expression as he cheered for twenty-eight yuan and thirty cents.

Lei Zhentian's Dao heart completely collapsed at this moment.

What is this?

The five top martial arts masters of Jiangcheng Martial Arts Association gave it their all, using every ounce of strength they had.

In the end, he couldn't even get this kid to take half a step back?

Not even a single crease appeared on his T-shirt?

The most outrageous thing is that, even under the deadly attack of these five masters of internal energy, this kid still had the leisure to take out his phone to grab red envelopes?!

And getting 28.3 yuan made him happier than winning a fight?!

This is blatant disregard!

This is to throw the face of the Jiangcheng martial arts community on the ground and trample it wildly, and then spit on it after trampling it!

"You've gone too far!!!"

Lei Zhentian's eyes were bloodshot; he had completely gone mad.

He had lived most of his life and had never suffered such a humiliation.

A violent gust of air swept outwards from Lei Zhentian's center, even blowing away the heavy recycling bins at the entrance of the residential area.

Trash was scattered all over the ground.

Upon hearing Lei Zhentian's impotent rage, Lin Ye's smile vanished instantly.

He carefully pressed the power button and locked the phone screen.

Then he carefully put his phone back into the pocket of his work pants, and even patted it to make sure it was secure.

Lin Ye raised his head.

Those eyes, which had been shining with joy at receiving the red envelope, turned completely cold.

A killing intent a hundred times more terrifying than before was released from his body without reservation.