The other world was a place where martial culture flourished. Born in the Orphanage, Shi Tiexin belonged to the lowest stratum of society, yet he could still access the Basic Fist Arts, the Essence Cultivation Technique, and the Six Fundamental Mind Arts. From this, one could glimpse through a bamboo tube the splendor of its martial path.
Compared to the people there, the delinquents here were truly amateurish, hardly different from children who had never thrown a punch. And in Shi Tiexin's experience, when fighting people like this, what mattered most was not how advanced one's fists were or how exquisite one's techniques might be, but two words—momentum.
There was no need for some overwhelming aura of invincibility. He only needed to reveal that usual ruthless fierceness—the kind that dared to fight and dared to battle, that said even if I have to risk my life, I'll kill you first—and the delinquents here would already be utterly unable to withstand it.
Sure enough, when Shi Tiexin charged at the guy by the door, the guy suddenly hesitated.
That guy usually did nothing more than follow Teng Chaoguo around, waving flags and shouting encouragement, extorting money, and bullying ordinary classmates. As for fighting the strong, let alone fighting to the death, he had never taken part in anything like that. When he had shouted just now, he had wanted to charge forward like before, swinging wild turtle fists. But the moment his gaze touched Shi Tiexin's face, he suddenly felt immense terror.
He had never imagined that he would see such a face in Fengming First High School, a gathering place for bookworms.
What sort of face was that?
There was no way to describe that expression. At first glance, it even seemed completely expressionless. Yet from that blank face, he felt an incomparably powerful aura, a surging killing intent that had survived a hundred battles.
Why were ordinary students afraid of Teng Chaoguo? Was it because Teng Chaoguo was so formidable? Not at all. Teng Chaoguo was even somewhat skinny and had never received any professional training. It was simply because Teng Chaoguo possessed a special air of disregard for human life, making people feel that he truly was capable of killing someone. Thus, everyone feared him at first sight.
But the chubby boy suddenly felt that compared to the person before him, Teng Chaoguo was nothing but worthless scum, trash unfit for the stage. Teng Chaoguo was, at most, a wolf pup, while the aura of the man before him was like that of a lion or tiger, blotting out the sky and covering the earth, unstoppable!
Bang! Another person smashed a fist into Shi Tiexin, but Shi Tiexin did not so much as waver. His eyes did not shift in the slightest as he continued striding forward. Shi Tiexin was tall and powerfully built, with an enormous stride. In just two steps, he occupied a huge portion of the fat boy's vision.
Whoosh! Shi Tiexin stamped down and suddenly leaped into the air. His body stretched out like a gigantic beast. His right fist rose high, strength gathering within it. Those cold eyes stared straight at the fat boy's brow, making cold sweat pour down his face.
The fat boy wanted to dodge, wanted to block, but pressed by that aura, his hands were a beat too slow. And that single beat was the dividing line between professional and amateur, between trading blows and being utterly crushed.
Too fast to cover one's ears, there came a thunderous boom as Shi Tiexin's right fist came crashing down with the weight of his entire body behind it. The fat boy could not raise his hand in time and failed to defend fully. The punch smashed his hand against his own face.
"Ah!" With a miserable scream, the fat boy reflexively shut his eyes. His legs had already gone weak, and his body staggered backward uncontrollably. Bang! His back slammed into the wall at the end of the restroom.
Struggling to open his eyes, the fat boy's expression immediately changed in horror. Shi Tiexin stood before him with his eyes wide, striding forward as a savage left fist pursued him like rolling thunder.
Bang! A right hook!
The fat boy was knocked staggering.
Bang! A left hook!
The fat boy was knocked reeling.
Frightened by Shi Tiexin's momentum, the fat boy had already begun to believe that he was no match at all. He could only cast a pleading look at the other lackey. The other lackey was attacking Shi Tiexin crazily from behind, but those weak punches and kicks seemed utterly incapable of causing Shi Tiexin any harm.
Shi Tiexin's tall, broad body completely enveloped the fat boy's entire field of vision. That fierce, expressionless face drove the fat boy into utter despair, and he nearly burst into tears.
Shi Tiexin clasped both hands around the fat boy's neck. He yanked down with both arms while violently driving up his right knee, slamming a charging knee into the fat boy's face. With a boom, the fat boy's instinctive defense could not disperse the force at all. Struck by that vicious knee, he let out a cry of agony, completely lost control of himself, and toppled sideways.
Good, the most troublesome one was already dealt with.
Shi Tiexin could not help but let out a breath of relief.
At the level of ordinary people fighting each other, physical factors such as height and weight directly affected the outcome of hand-to-hand combat. Without considering techniques beyond the ordinary, and assuming both sides possessed the will and courage to fight, it was difficult for the lighter side to defeat the heavier side.
Those with greater weight and larger builds possessed greater strength and could withstand more attacks. That was why Shi Tiexin had needed only one punch to deal with that bean sprout Teng Chaoguo, but needed three punches and a knee for this fat boy. He had even been willing to take several attacks head-on rather than disrupt his own attacking rhythm.
Damn it, that kid behind me really hits hard!
But as long as he could swiftly defeat the fat boy, there would be no suspense left in this fight.
Two left.
The lackey behind him, throwing punches and kicks, felt as though he were punching a rock and kicking a ton of iron. His attacks landed on that broad back yet had no effect whatsoever. Watching helplessly as the fat boy was dealt with in three punches, the lackey might have been the attacker, but his liver and gall had already begun to tremble.
Suddenly, Shi Tiexin turned around, revealing a face brimming with killing intent. His heavy brows and terrifying eyes made the lackey's heart jolt, his legs going weak.
"Th-that, b-big brother, th-this is all a misunderstanding..."
Bang! A powerful side kick landed squarely in the lackey's lower abdomen.
One left.
The lackey was kicked into a rolling gourd, clutching his stomach and screaming as he rolled head over heels toward the depths of the restroom, right beneath the feet of the last person trying to rush over.
Thump! Caught off guard, that lackey was tripped and fell flat on his face. Splat! He sprawled on the ground in a full-body prostration before Shi Tiexin.
Shi Tiexin was speechless. These guys were truly weak beyond words. They could even make such a boring mistake.
Did they think fighting was child's play?
In battle, one had to be ruthless and merciless!
The moment that person raised his head, he saw Shi Tiexin's iron foot whip toward him with the ferocity of a soccer kick. Bang! The lackey was sent flying sideways by the kick. If Shi Tiexin had not shifted the angle slightly at the very last moment and avoided kicking him squarely in the face, that blow could have knocked out half the kid's teeth.
All dealt with.
"Ow! Ow! Fuck your mother!" Teng Chaoguo clutched the back of his head, cursing as he prepared to get up. Shi Tiexin's fierce barrage had been astonishingly efficient. Teng Chaoguo had only just fallen and was still dizzy and seeing stars when he finally tried to crawl back up.
But the moment he stood, he sensed that something was wrong.
A huge shadow covered him. Teng Chaoguo looked around and saw that all his lackeys were down. Then he looked up. Shi Tiexin stood before him. Looking up at him, Teng Chaoguo saw a face as cold as raw iron, like a terminator.
Swish! Shi Tiexin raised his foot, letting Teng Chaoguo see the filthy sole of his shoe.
Teng Chaoguo froze. Was this guy a demon...?
Bang!!
His thigh muscles tensed, and he drove his foot down viciously without the slightest hesitation.
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