Chapter 22: Chapter 22: Stone-throwing Immortal, I, Ning Fengwan, the Leader of Dragon Sect, will decide for you!

[You experienced a fight, Fitness Experience Points +225]

[You experienced a fight, Aiming Experience Value +267]

[You experienced a fight, and felt very relaxed, Health Cultivation Experience Value +69]

[You experienced a fight, fighting Experience Points +128]

[In the fight, you took full advantage of your running ability, Running Experience Value +336]

[Fitness upgraded to Lv3 (188/800)]

[Aiming upgraded to Lv2 (169/500)]

[Health Cultivation upgraded to Lv2 (38/500)]

[Running upgraded to Lv4 (38/1200)]

The Skill Panel continuously popped up with notifications.

Xue Jing closed his eyes, feeling tingling, itching, and pain spreading throughout his body.

He could feel his physical fitness augmenting wildly, furiously, powerfully!

The muscles under his skin writhed like living things, his bones were becoming tougher than before, and his abdomen, chest, shoulders, arms, and thighs… muscles in all these places began to bulge and grow, then slowly compressed back to their original sleek and tight appearance, perfectly sculpted as if by a deity.

His height had increased by two or three centimeters, reaching 186 centimeters. Although his figure hadn’t changed, his weight had gone up by ten kilograms.

Xue Jing looked down at his clenched fists, his aura was stronger than at any other time, extremely domineering and wild. Such a Xue Jing, what in the world could stand against him? Damn it, who in the world could stand against him now!?

“Awesome!”

The gains from this fight, if he had to grind alone, would have taken several days to achieve.

If he could get into fights like this morning, noon, and night every day, in a few months he’d become a superhuman.

Xue Jing’s gaze turned to the distance; even in the pitch black of night, with just a hint of dim yellow light, he could clearly see tiny uneven spots on the old wall dozens of meters away and the small flying insects moving on it.

With Lv2 Aiming, the boost to his vision had become even more exaggerated.

He picked up a small stone and aimed it at a little bug on the distant wall.

Whizz—crack!

After the crisp sound, the wall was left with a flattened little bug pancake and the yellow bug blood that had been squished out, smeared on the wall.

Xue Jing muttered to himself, “Now I could probably call myself the ‘Stone-throwing Immortal’ without any problems, right.”

Asking the path with a stone?

The Immortal points the way!

…

By the time he returned home, it was already nine-thirty.

In the end, Xue Jing still didn’t go looking for trouble with that Duan Kaiping, Duan, for two reasons.

Firstly, he didn’t know how high Duan Kaiping’s Combat Power was, but it was definitely not low; rashly causing him trouble was risky.

Secondly, if he beat up Duan Kaiping, a core member of the Razor Gang, then the gang would definitely come after him, and the lineup would be more formidable than Duan Kaiping.

But as long as he didn’t go after Duan Kaiping, for now, the matter was still limited to him and Duan Kaiping, or even the grudge between him and Duan Kaiping’s lackeys, and it wouldn’t escalate to a conflict with the Razor Gang itself.

This way, he would have more time to develop.

“Meow~”

Miao Miao stared at the late-returning youth with displeasure.

Xue Jing smiled and gently picked it up, caressing its cheek while saying,

“Sorry, sorry, I’m back late. You must be starving, right?”

“Meow~” Miao Miao meowed softly.

‘I was worried about you, idiot.’

Feeling the young man’s hand smooth over its cheek, Miao Miao squinted its eyes, somewhat enjoying it.

It took a light sniff of the comforting scent of the young man but suddenly frowned, its pink nose twitching slightly.

‘Blood…?’.

“Hold on a moment, I’ll make something for you to eat right away.”

Xue Jing set Miao Miao on the couch and walked towards the kitchen.

He had already eaten at Pei Youguang’s house, ordering takeout.

Miao Miao watched his retreating figure, feeling anxious.

‘Did he get into a fight? Or was it something else?’

“Is it because he wants to learn martial arts so badly that he might have been bullied outside?”

At that thought, Miao Miao grew restless.

This kind-hearted young man had picked it up after discovering it was a talking “magical cat,” even cooked delicious meals for it, and was so good at petting cats. And he was so good-looking…

How could he be bullied?

Who could bully him, who would dare to bully him?

Miao Miao’s imaginary anger flared up.

Its cat face was very anthropomorphic in its fluctuating expressions, and its gloved paws kept popping out and retracting, popping out and retracting…

“Ahahaha, chicken soup is coming.”

Xue Jing came out of the kitchen carrying a pot of chicken soup.

With the harvest from the Skill Panel, he was in a particularly good mood and couldn’t help but play on a meme.

But Miao Miao, who had imagined a whole host of things, couldn’t help but see his smile as a forced grin.

“Hm? What’s wrong? Don’t like chicken soup?”

Xue Jing looked curiously at Miao Miao, whose face bore an anthropomorphically gloomy expression.

Wouldn’t that be a waste… After eating his fill at Pei Youguang’s home, if Miao Miao didn’t eat, wouldn’t the chicken soup go to waste?

Sadness showed on his face.

Miao Miao couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Young man, tell me what happened.”

The sweet and childlike voice of a young girl came from Miao Miao’s mouth.

Xue Jing was taken aback.

“Don’t worry, just tell me. No matter what it is, as the Leader of Dragon Sect, Ning Fengwan, I will take up your cause!”

Miao Miao sat on the dining table, its cat tail adorned with a tail ring swaying lightly, and its slender, seductive eyes conveyed a majestic authority.

…

At the same time, in a warehouse on a street in South City.

“So, you got wiped out by that kid just like that?”

Duan Kaiping sat on a cement pipe, looking at a dozen or so battered underlings before him, feeling rather absurd.

“Just an underage student, throwing a few stones and some bottles, and he took you all down?”

“And you call yourselves gang members? Huh?”

An underling couldn’t help but say, “Brother Duan, that kid is too fast. We couldn’t catch up, nor could we get away. His aim with throwing stuff was too accurate and ruthless; we just couldn’t handle him!”

“Yeah, Brother Duan, we’re not exaggerating. That kid is weird. He’s no ordinary student!”

“We truly couldn’t overcome him, Brother Duan. It’s time for you to step in…”

Duan Kaiping waved his hand impatiently, “Shut up, aren’t you embarrassed enough?”

“We’ll deal with that kid later. I don’t have time for it right now; you all get out.”

The underlings looked at each other and could only acknowledge the order. Supporting each other, they left the warehouse.

No sooner had they left than a figure emerged from the shadows of the boxes in the corner of the warehouse.

Duan Kaiping said with a wry smile, “Mr. Yun Ye, sorry to make you laugh.”

The young man named Yun Ye was clad in a black trench coat, wearing a black arm-covering glove on his left hand, revealing no skin, sported a rugged beard, had weather-beaten dark skin, and his right eye’s pupil glimmered with a green light, seemingly a prosthetic eye.

“Cut the crap. Where is Jiao Hongyuan? Have him come over quickly to take the goods, and we’ll consider our task for Kangde Corporation completed.”

His voice was very hoarse and gruff, as if he had not spoken for a long time.

Upon hearing this, Duan Kaiping spoke cautiously, “The Arena Master went with the young master to Maple City a few days ago for the U19 selection contest and is now on his way back. Could you perhaps wait a little longer…”

He had to be careful; the person before him was someone who could enter the Intersecting Boundaries and live to tell about it, not someone Duan could afford to offend.

Yun Ye snorted, “Wait? The Sixth Agency is already on to us. ‘White Crow’ might have already set foot in this city. If we get caught, Kangde won’t be able to escape responsibility either.”

“Don’t think I don’t know what Kangde wants with the ‘Heavenly Lodge Insect Mother.’ If this gets out, those living in Cangting will be enraged. You all better weigh your options.”

Duan Kaiping didn’t understand most of what Yun Ye said, nor did he dare to understand, he just smiled obsequiously and apologized.

“You have three more days. If you don’t come for it, I may hand it over to the state and might just reveal something by chance.”

After Yun Ye spoke, he chuckled twice and left the warehouse door, then his figure suddenly vanished.

Duan Kaiping broke out in cold sweat, feeling he had heard too many things he shouldn’t have. But he had no choice; trembling, he took out his phone and dialed Arena Master Jiao Hongyuan’s number.

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