Classmate

"This guy."

Withdrawing his gaze, Chen Feng paid no mind to Zhou Xin's bluster.

As for Xu Dongtai, he cared even less.

By now, with his Judo proficiency and a boost to his Strength and Physique stats, he could roughly gauge his current punching force.

It definitely exceeded 110kg, which was the so-called Amateur Rank 6.

Not to mention, he still had the Exploding Fist skill as his hidden trump card.

Once he used it, the power of a single punch would approach Amateur Ninth Dan, making the Core Disciple spot practically a sure thing.

Thus, without him even realizing it, Chen Feng's mindset had shifted.

Higher goals, stronger ambitions.

The Masked Man in his dream—that was his true opponent.

With that thought, he quickly steadied himself and entered his Sanshou stance.

Straight Punch, Whip Fist, Splitting Punch.

The whistling sounds rang out continuously. Coach Lu came by once during that time, but Chen Feng didn't pay him any attention.

Time passed like this until the class ended, when his Sanshou progress increased once more.

[Progress +1!]

[Sanshou: Proficient (40%)]

Withdrawing his gaze, Chen Feng picked up his gray sports water bottle, unscrewed the cap, and took a few heavy gulps.

Gulp! Gulp!

The cool water entered his stomach. Sweat dripped down his chin and neck, soaking his collar as it slowly slid off.

Without wasting much time, he rested briefly, then headed to the locker room to shower and change clothes.

"I'm off."

Lin Hao waved his hand, slung his black baseball bag diagonally over his shoulder, and strode away with his usual flair.

Watching his retreating back, Chen Feng raised an eyebrow.

He hadn't noticed it much before, but now, with his Perception Talent growing continuously, he gradually sensed a trace of change in Lin Hao.

"His physical fitness seems to have gotten a bit stronger?"

Thoughtfully, Chen Feng didn't dwell on it too deeply.

Everyone had their own secrets—he himself was a prime example.

With that, he stepped out of the locker room, soon left the Martial Arts Hall, and boarded the bus carrying his clothes bag.

It wasn't rush hour, so there weren't many people, and several empty seats were available.

He casually took a seat by the window and silently waited for the final stop to arrive.

But before even a few minutes had passed, the bus began to slow down.

Traffic was congested all around, and honking horns blared incessantly.

"What's going on?" Chen Feng wondered, pressing against the window to look ahead at the Asphalt Road.

It was a wide, four-lane one-way road—there shouldn't be a traffic jam here.

Boom!!

A dull sound rang out, followed by a scene of blazing fire.

Chen Feng's gaze sharpened, and he soon saw a medium-sized Gold Shop on the street ahead. Its window glass was shattered, everything in disarray.

Bang, bang, bang—gunfire erupted, lasting for over ten seconds.

Before long, a Flying Car with spread wings drove over from the distance, brushing past the bus he was on.

In an Instant, Chen Feng Clearly Saw that it was a black Flying Car.

Inside the dark-tinted windows of the Flying Car, there were several blurry figures.

Whoosh!!!

Flames shot out, and a wave of hot air surged.

The bus windows rattled violently, and the entire vehicle seemed to shake twice.

Chen Feng Could Not see clearly, but he knew this was almost certainly the same group that had robbed the Gold Shop across from the Martial Arts Hall last time.

"Too arrogant."

"Someone's robbing a Gold Shop again."

"Sigh, things have been getting more and more chaotic lately. I heard last month there was a small-scale youth protest on the pedestrian street."

"Hopefully the Security Bureau can handle it, sigh."

The bus quickly filled with a buzz of murmurs—some sighs, some anger, some indifference.

Chen Feng listened, and soon saw the Security Bureau's flying car arrive, parking outside the gold shop's entrance.

In the meantime, an ambulance appeared, stretchers carrying away the injured, while peacekeepers maintained road order, finally restoring traffic.

"Something's off."

As the bus moved again, Chen Feng glanced at the wrecked gold shop.

One attack, he could still understand as some thugs trying to get rich overnight, taking a risk.

But only two days had passed, and now a second one had happened.

It just didn't look right.

"This world must be more different than I imagined."

Chen Feng thought back to the crimson eyes he'd seen in that alley that day.

Martial Dao schools, shadow monsters—what else don't I know?

His thoughts drifted, and he stared out the window, lost in thought.

Until finally, the bus reached his stop, and he snapped out of it, quickly got off, and hurried to the supermarket.

"Xiaofeng's here!"

Aunt He stood smiling behind the cash register, over fifty but well-preserved, with a rosy complexion and gray-black hair.

"Aunt He."

Chen Feng nodded and glanced at his phone.

Because of the traffic jam, he was two minutes late.

"Sorry, I'm late."

"It's fine, just a few minutes."

Aunt He waved with a smile, not blaming him.

Soon, after a brief chat with Chen Feng, she got into her black Flying Speed brand car and drove off.

"Was there a traffic jam on the road?" Aunt Zhang, who was taking the evening shift today, had arrived before Chen Feng.

"Yeah, someone robbed a gold shop again, so traffic was backed up."

Chen Feng answered honestly, slipping on the red cashier vest.

"Ah, things have been a bit chaotic lately."

Aunt Zhang sighed and said a few words.

"Unemployment is getting higher and higher, and with rising prices, more restless people are showing up."

"I heard from my son that some students at his university even wanted to join a protest march, but the school caught them in time and stopped it."

Chen Feng fell silent at that.

Protest marches—these weren't allowed under Chi Kingdom law. Once discovered, the Security Bureau would investigate and detain you, or even send you to prison.

It used to be fine, rarely happening.

But in recent years, many cities in Chi Kingdom had gradually started seeing this kind of situation.

"Hope things get better."

Aunt He said finally, whether in expectation or lament, it was unclear.

Chen Feng didn't respond much to this; these matters were too far from him. He just wanted to live his current life well.

Practice boxing, get stronger.

Ordinary and steady progress.

With that, the two dropped the topic and soon got back to their own work.

As time wore on, customers came and went in the supermarket.

Chen Feng stood behind the register, scanning barcodes and taking payments.

His phone buzzed a few times, but he only opened the screen after finishing up.

There were two messages.

[Chen Yun: Xiaofeng, don't forget about dinner tomorrow night, smiley jpg.]

[Location: Qinghe District, Jianshe Road, Yongxiang Street. Spicy Hot Pot Restaurant]

The first message was from Chen Yun.

He glanced at the chat window and remembered that tomorrow night was the agreed dinner date.

Without any fuss, he tapped the screen and replied with a single "okay."

Soon, his phone buzzed—Chen Yun was probably not busy, as she replied almost instantly.

[Chen Yun: Okay, see you tomorrow, excited jpg.]

He didn't reply further, exiting the chat window and looking at the second message.

[Wang Hanwen: Chen Feng, about the class reunion in the group chat, why aren't you saying anything?]

[I heard you're in Nanjiang, got time to come?]

Chen Feng raised an eyebrow at the second message.