Are You a Fist Technique Grandmaster? (Please Bookmark, Please Follow!)

Operations Division.

Assault Team, training grounds.

"Lin Xiao!"

"Focus!"

Lin Xiao came back to his senses and somewhat awkwardly blocked a punch.

"Stop training for now."

"How many times have you zoned out already?"

The team member sparring with Lin Xiao frowned tightly as he watched Lin Xiao's absent-minded state.

"What's going on with you today?"

Lin Xiao gave a bitter smile at that.

"Isn't it all Captain Chen's fault?"

Captain Chen?

What did this have to do with him?

Lin Xiao pondered for a moment and decided to repeat what Captain Chen had said last night.

"It was that temp worker at the abandoned factory last night, Qin Annian."

"Wait!"

The man sparring with Lin Xiao interrupted him.

"You're saying that temp worker from last night was named Qin Annian?"

As an official member of the Operations Division's Assault Team, he normally had no reason to care what last night's temp worker was called.

But this time was an exception!

"What's wrong?"

Seeing his teammate's strong reaction, Lin Xiao looked confused.

"Zhao Daming, Peace Officer, public lesson!" He opened his Personal Terminal and handed it to Lin Xiao. "It's all over the forums. Things are really lively right now."

"Those spectators are doing live text updates from the scene!"

Lin Xiao did not have a habit of browsing forums.

After quickly scanning through what had happened, he hurriedly turned around.

"Tell Captain Chen for me!"

"I need to go take a look!"

He moved so quickly that the team member did not even have time to reach out and stop him.

"You're skipping training. What if Captain Chen gets mad?"

Lin Xiao only left him with the sight of his back as he waved a hand.

Scratching his head, the team member looked at his Personal Terminal.

"Strange?"

"Why isn't there any follow-up?"

Teaching Arena.

Only dead silence remained within the vast space.

Zhao Daming's eyes were wide open, and his face had flushed crimson.

At that moment.

The punch he had thrown at Qin Annian was blocked by the latter with a single palm.

Zhao Daming felt as though he had punched a block of high-strength alloy.

A pain like shattered finger bones shot back from his fist.

"You... you..."

Zhao Daming stared at Qin Annian in disbelief, his lips trembling.

"Why are you so hard?"

Qin Annian said nothing and stepped forward with his left foot.

His right fist, drawn back beside his waist, blasted out like a cannonball!

Zhao Daming jolted awake in horror and hurriedly formed his hand into a blade, chopping down at an angle!

"Slow."

"Too slow."

To Zhao Daming, Qin Annian's voice sounded like a demon whispering.

Then.

A sudden, agonizing pain erupted in his liver, stopping his breath short!

The ceiling lights were so white.

That was the only thought left in Zhao Daming's mind as he flew backward.

Qin Annian withdrew his fist and looked at Zhao Daming rolling about on the ground.

"Peace Officer Zhao Daming!"

His voice was clear, echoing through the empty Teaching Arena.

"What is the second step in learning martial arts?"

Below the arena.

The spectators, gradually recovering from their successive shocks, could not help recalling what Zhao Daming had said earlier.

Pfft!

Someone could not hold it in and laughed behind a hand.

An uproar spread through the crowd!

"I'm not still asleep, am I?"

"That's a temp worker? A temp worker with 11.7 Life Development Power?"

"The data was updated this morning. It can't be fake!"

"He joined a little over two months ago, and his registered Life Development Power was only 9.8. You're telling me his Life Development Power rose by nearly two points in two months?"

"I must be dreaming!"

Zhao Daming, clutching his liver as he lay twitching on the ground, stared at Qin Annian in disbelief after hearing those conversations.

That little bastard's Life Development Power had actually reached 11.7?

How was that possible?!

Fake!

It had to be fake!

Qin Annian was unaffected. Not even a trace of pride or smugness rose in his heart.

His eyes held only Zhao Daming.

"Peace Officer Zhao Daming!"

Qin Annian stepped forward.

"Please enlighten me!"

Hah!

Hah!

Hah!

Gasping heavily, Zhao Daming struggled to climb to his feet.

"You! Don't get cocky!"

"I was only careless and let you ambush me."

Qin Annian paused where he stood, clasping his hands behind his back.

"I'll give you time to prepare."

Zhao Daming's face, already pale from the pain, instantly turned the color of pig liver!

"You're going too far!!!"

He might have been muddling through these past few years, but he had still practiced boxing for more than a decade.

How dare this brat look down on him?

"Xingyi: Snake Hand!"

Once the pain had eased, Zhao Daming suddenly sprang into action.

His five fingers came together as he attacked Qin Annian's throat with a sinister, tricky arc.

"Hiss!"

"Isn't that move too vicious? He's going straight for the kill."

A spectator frowned.

But in Qin Annian's eyes.

"Full of openings!"

"Nothing but weak points!"

Though he moved later, he struck first.

Qin Annian's fist slammed into Zhao Daming's elbow.

Like a venomous snake seized by its vital spot.

All strength was instantly drained from Zhao Daming's arm, leaving it limp and useless.

Another punch.

It smashed into Zhao Daming's jaw.

He flew into the air once more.

Boom!

His fat body crashed onto the arena.

"Peace Officer Zhao Daming."

Qin Annian's lips curled up, revealing his stark white teeth.

"Are you prepared this time?"

"Do you still need more time to prepare?"

Zhao Daming lay on the ground pretending to be dead, stars spinning before his eyes.

At that moment.

A voice rose from the crowd.

"Where are the Medical Team people?"

"Why aren't they getting up there to check on him?"

The young man carrying a medical kit answered, "Coming, coming," and hurried onto the arena to examine Zhao Daming.

"Nothing serious."

"Just external injuries."

"Peace Officer Zhao? Can you get up?"

The young man from the Medical Team shook Zhao Daming, but Zhao Daming did not move at all.

By then, everyone understood what was going on.

Without saying a word, they gave Zhao Daming one last shred of dignity and let the Medical Team carry him away on a stretcher.

Then.

Their gazes turned toward Qin Annian, standing on the Teaching Arena.

What had happened that morning was something they would never forget!

"Qin Annian?"

At the same time.

They firmly remembered the name of this temp worker.

They had the discernment expected of people who could become official Security Bureau employees.

At first.

Everyone had been shocked by Qin Annian's Life Development Power.

Therefore.

They had not paid attention to his fist technique.

But.

They had seen that later punch perfectly clearly!

"That was Xingyi Cannon Fist."

"Zhao Daming may be somewhat of a fraud, but his Xingyi: Snake Hand still had some skill behind it."

"And it was broken with two punches?"

They recalled the exchange from earlier.

Shock surfaced deep in their eyes!

"To be precise."

"It was only one punch."

Lin Xiao's words drew everyone's attention.

"That punch."

"Exactly the same as what I saw in a Fist Technique Grandmaster!"

Lin Xiao's eyes lit up as he stared unblinkingly at Qin Annian standing on the arena.

"Impossible!"

Someone refuted it almost instinctively.

"A Fist Technique Grandmaster?"

"An eighteen-year-old Fist Technique Grandmaster?"

That was even more unbelievable—absurd, even—than increasing one's force development by two points in two months!

Lin Xiao said nothing further. He did not care what the others thought.

Only strands of fighting spirit slowly rose within his heart!