Return to the Modern World

In the cafeteria, before the wide-eyed onlookers, Fang Can's right hand shot out like a heavy cannon.

Bang!

With a dull impact of bone and flesh colliding, Fang Can's fist sank straight into Li Qunfan's cheek.

The tremendous force inevitably snapped Li Qunfan's head backward.

The next instant, Fang Can's left hand tightly seized the man's recoiling head and yanked it back.

A trace of viciousness flashed in his eyes. Fang Can gripped Li Qunfan's head with his left hand and hammered his right fist into Li Qunfan's forehead again and again.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Neither held back. The sound of bones cracking came from both of them at once.

The people around them were already dumbfounded. The entire cafeteria fell silent, with only the repeated impacts rippling through the air.

After two seconds of silence, Li Qunfan's two companions let out furious, shocked roars.

If the two of them had not restrained his arms, Li Qunfan would not have been beaten like a dead pig without any ability to resist.

The two released the arms they had been holding almost simultaneously. One reached out to grab Fang Can, while the other raised his fist to strike back.

But Fang Can had already predicted the first man's grappling move and leaned back to evade it. The second man froze halfway through raising his fist, because the sect rules forbade them from attacking newcomers.

Even if they reported it to the Law Enforcement Hall, they had no grounds to stand on.

They had started a fight with a newcomer over extorting money. Even if they won, most of the blame would still fall on them.

"Heh—" Fang Can took a small step back and grinned. "Gentlemen, are you still going to continue?"

The two disciples hesitated and turned to look at Li Qunfan. The leader of their trio had a face swollen like a pig's head and had passed out under that series of punches.

Seeing their hesitation, Fang Can reminded them, "Looks like you've thought it through. Breaking the rules will get you caned by the Law Enforcement Hall."

"Don't get cocky. Just wait until next month. Damn it, I got beaten by my own son."

Their faces twisted, but even in this situation, they remained faithful to the Role-Playing Method.

Fang Can's smile remained brilliant. "Since you're such cowards, I can relax now. Remember, you absolutely mustn't fight back."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Can suddenly grabbed a pair of solid wooden chopsticks and charged straight at them.

"Kid, what are you trying to do?" Watching Fang Can rush toward them, the two men forcibly unclenched their fists.

They could not fight him, yet could only swallow their rage. In the end, they dragged the unconscious Li Qunfan out of the cafeteria.

Whew! Seeing them flee, Fang Can stopped and casually tossed aside the wooden chopsticks in his hand.

He still had the dagger he had taken from those hooligans tucked inside his clothes. It had not tasted blood yet.

"Still too weak." Fang Can looked in the direction they had fled and lightly clenched his fist.

The scabs on his knuckles split open again under the repeated heavy blows, while Li Qunfan had merely fallen into a deep coma. Martial artists really did have tough faces.

He swept his gaze around. The surrounding disciples were all stunned.

Most of them were under twenty. Though they practiced martial arts every day, they had not grown accustomed to bloodshed, much less seen a newcomer suppress three senior disciples and beat them up.

When Fang Can looked their way, most instinctively averted their eyes. Then, realizing that made them look weak, they forced themselves to glare back at him.

Ignoring everyone else, Fang Can turned around, picked up his now-empty tray, got himself another set meal, then returned to the corner and began eating leisurely.

This time, no one would bother him. He would probably have some peace and quiet for the next month.

Over the following days, just as Fang Can had expected, everything remained peaceful as he trained and practiced martial arts.

Every day, he swallowed a grain of arsenic and gained half an hour of Genius Experience Card time. Compared with ordinary people, his rate of improvement was simply astonishing.

Name: Fang Can

Body: 1.9

Spirit: 1.9

Qi: 1.9

Description Bar:

Tiger Fiend Eighty-Eight Grotto-Heavens, Level 5: 743/16000

Flesh Alienation: 0.79%

On the evening five days later, Fang Can completed another circuit of Tiger Fiend Eighty-Eight Grotto-Heavens and forcefully clenched his fists. He could feel the muscles beneath his skin brimming with explosive power.

"As expected of Idealist Martial Dao. It makes absolutely no sense." Fang Can narrowed his eyes.

His muscle mass clearly had not increased much, yet his strength had nearly tripled.

At that moment, Fang Can could feel his body developing toward that of a perfect organism, balancing strength, speed, defense, flexibility, and every other aspect.

Yet the alienation level displayed on his panel had not even reached one percent.

He was already looking forward to the moment when his flesh alienation reached one hundred percent, wondering just how powerful his entire body would become.

"So this is the true worth of the first martial realm, the Mortal Shedding Body? I'll reluctantly acknowledge it."

After finishing the day's training, Fang Can headed for the Library.

Upon seeing Fang Can arrive, the Library's caretaker immediately smiled.

"Elder Li, I'm here again." Fang Can politely nodded to the caretaker, then sat upright in a wooden chair.

"Not many people like you still come to the Library these days." Elder Li shook his head with a sigh. Picking up a book from the table before him, he said, "Are you listening to Biography of the Great Yan Emperor again today?"

"Yes. Sorry to trouble you."

By the candlelight, Elder Li opened to where he had stopped reading the day before and continued in an even tone.

"Seeing that he was no match for the Great Yan Emperor, the Overlord of Great Chu flew into such a rage that the three corpse spirits leaped in fury, and he once more urged his divine power..."

As Elder Li read, Fang Can narrowed his eyes and let the old man's voice echo beside his ears.

During this time, he had tried learning to read, but since he could not understand the characters at all, he could only spend some silver to ask the Library caretaker to read to him.

Thanks to Genius Mode's photographic memory, once he matched the caretaker's words with the characters in the book, he had already memorized most commonly used characters.

He believed that after the caretaker read to him for a few more days, he would be able to browse books on his own.

Fang Can leaned lightly against the wooden chair and yawned. His daytime training had consumed too much of his energy, and now that he had a moment to relax, he found himself unable to sit still.

Forcing himself to stay awake, Fang Can listened to Elder Li's reading, but his head gradually drooped lower and lower.

Suddenly, he felt a sense of being pulled away from within. The whole world began to spin, and when he came back to his senses, a blinding light stabbed into his eyes.

Almost instantly, Fang Can warily reached for the dagger in his clothes, only to grab empty air.

"What's going on?" Fang Can's eyes widened, but everything before him was incredibly familiar.

The television playing in front of him, the crystal chandelier glowing overhead, the soft leather sofa beside him, the smooth tiled floor beneath his feet...

"I'm back?" Disbelief flashed through Fang Can's eyes.

Just when he had completely adapted to life in the other world, he had never imagined that he would have another chance to return to the modern world.