Classmates

"This guy."

Chen Feng withdrew his gaze, paying no mind to Zhou Xin's borrowed swagger.

As for Xu Dongtai, he cared even less.

Now that his Judo had become Proficient and his strength and constitution attributes had improved by a fair amount,

he could roughly sense the range of his current punching power.

It had definitely surpassed 110 kg, placing him at the so-called Amateur Rank 6.

Not to mention his trump card, the Exploding Fist skill.

Once he used it, the power of a single punch would approach Amateur Ninth Dan. A Core Disciple spot was practically already in his grasp.

Thus, without realizing it, Chen Feng's mindset had changed.

His goals were higher, and his ideas stronger.

The Masked Man in the Dream Realm—that was his true opponent.

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

Straight Punch, Whip Fist, Splitting Punch.

Whooshing sounds rang out continuously. Coach Lu came by once during that time, but Chen Feng paid him no attention.

Time passed, and when the class ended, his Sanshou progress had increased again.

Progress +1!

Sanshou: Proficient (40%)

Chen Feng withdrew his gaze, picked up his gray sports bottle, unscrewed the cap, and took several hard gulps.

Glug! Glug!

Cool water flowed into his stomach as sweat ran down his chin and neck, soaking his collar before slowly sliding down.

Without lingering, he rested briefly before heading to the Locker Room to shower and change.

"I'm off."

Lin Hao waved, slinging a black baseball bag over one shoulder as he strode away with his usual carefree air.

Watching his departing back, Chen Feng raised an eyebrow.

He had not felt much before, but now that his Perception Talent had improved repeatedly, he had gradually noticed a Trace of change in Lin Hao.

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

Thoughtful, Chen Feng did not investigate further.

Everyone had their own secrets. He was no exception.

He then left the Locker Room, quickly exited the Martial Arts Hall, and boarded a bus with his bag of clothes in hand.

It was not rush hour, so there were few passengers and several empty seats.

He casually took a window seat and silently waited for the bus to reach its final stop.

Yet less than a few minutes later, the bus began to slow down.

The surrounding traffic was congested, and horns blared without pause.

"What's going on?" Chen Feng wondered, pressing close to the window to look ahead at the asphalt road.

It was a wide one-way road with four lanes. It should not have been jammed.

Boom!!

A dull blast sounded, followed by flames shooting into the sky.

Chen Feng's gaze sharpened. He soon saw that the windows of a medium-sized Gold Shop by the roadside had shattered, leaving the place in complete disarray.

Gunshots rang out, continuing for more than ten seconds.

Before long, a Flying Car with its wings extended sped in from the distance, passing right by the bus he was on.

In an Instant, Chen Feng clearly saw that it was a black Flying Car.

Several blurry figures could be seen behind the dark-tinted windows.

Whoosh!!!

Flame blasted out, and a wave of air surged up.

The bus windows shook violently, and the entire vehicle seemed to sway twice.

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

"They're too brazen."

"Someone robbed a Gold Shop again?"

"Ah, things have really gotten more and more chaotic lately. I heard there was even a small youth protest near the pedestrian street last month."

"I hope the Security Bureau can handle it. Sigh."

Noisy discussions soon broke out on the bus—some sighing, some angry, some indifferent.

Chen Feng listened as Security Bureau Flying Cars arrived and stopped outside the Gold Shop.

Ambulances appeared, with stretchers carrying away the injured. Peacekeepers also maintained order on the road, and traffic finally resumed.

"Something's wrong."

As the bus started moving again, Chen Feng took another look at the wrecked Gold Shop.

He could understand one attack as desperate thugs taking a risk in hopes of getting rich overnight.

But only two days had passed, and a second incident had already occurred.

No matter how he looked at it, something was off.

"This world must be far more different from what I imagined."

Chen Feng thought again of the Scarlet eyes he had seen in the alleyway that day.

Martial Dao Schools, shadow monsters... what else was there that I didn't know?

His thoughts quietly drifted as he stared blankly at the scenery outside.

Until finally, the bus arrived at its stop. Only then did he put away his thoughts, quickly get off, and hurry to the supermarket.

"Xiaofeng, you're here!"

Aunt He stood smiling behind the register. Though she was already in her fifties, she had taken excellent care of herself, with a rosy complexion and graying black hair.

"Aunt He."

Chen Feng nodded and looked 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 smiled and waved it off without blaming him.

After chatting briefly with Chen Feng, she drove away in a black Flying Speed Brand Black Car.

"Was the road jammed?" Aunt Zhang was working the late shift today and had arrived before Chen Feng.

"Yes. Someone robbed a Gold Shop again, so there was a traffic jam."

Chen Feng answered honestly, slipping on the Red Vest for the register.

"Sigh, things do seem a little chaotic lately."

Aunt Zhang sighed and said a few words.

"The unemployment rate is getting higher and higher, prices are rising, and there are more and more restless people."

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

Chen Feng fell silent at that.

Protests were not permitted under Chi Kingdom law. Anyone discovered participating would be investigated and detained by the Security Bureau, possibly even imprisoned.

Things had been fine before, and such incidents were rare.

But in recent years, more and more cities in the Chi Kingdom had gradually begun seeing such situations.

"I hope things get better."

Aunt Zhang said one last thing, though it was unclear whether she was hoping or sighing.

Chen Feng did not respond much. Such matters were too distant from him. He only wanted to live his present life well.

Practice boxing, become stronger.

Ordinary, uneventful progress.

The two immediately dropped the subject and returned to their respective work.

As it grew later, customers came into the supermarket intermittently.

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

His phone buzzed several times. He did not open the screen until he had finished his work.

There were two messages in total.

Chen Yun: Xiaofeng, don't forget dinner tomorrow night, okay? smile.jpg.

Location: Yongxiang Street, Jianshe Road, Qinghe District. Spicy Hotpot Restaurant

The first message was from Chen Yun.

Looking at the chat window, Chen Feng remembered that tomorrow night was the day they had agreed to have dinner.

Without wasting words, he tapped out a simple "Okay."

His phone soon buzzed again. Chen Yun was perhaps not busy, replying almost instantly.

Chen Yun: Okay, see you tomorrow then. Looking forward to it.jpg.

Chen Feng did not reply again. He exited the chat window and looked at the second message.

Wang Hanwen: Chen Feng, why haven't you said anything about the class reunion in the group chat?

I heard you're in Nanjiang. Do you have time to come?

At the second message, Chen Feng raised an eyebrow.