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"Me?"

Fang Can pointed at himself.

"Of course, if you really have never trained in martial arts."

Li Fengtian examined Fang Can as if appraising an uncut jade.

He had watched most of Fang Can's fight just now. Facing five opponents alone and beating down five armed men barehanded without suffering a scratch—he was practically a once-in-ten-thousand martial arts prodigy.

"Martial arts? Does ordinary fitness training count?" Fang Can raised an arm and flexed his bicep.

To maintain his physique, he did a certain amount of anaerobic exercise every day to keep his body fat within a set range.

But this gesture immediately drew a sneer from Li Fengtian.

He could not lift a cauldron, nor could his hands shatter a skull. At this level, even the street punks in Li Fengtian's gang who had trained for a year or two were stronger than him.

"What I mean is, your movements were all perfectly timed. Both the timing and rhythm of your force were off somehow—they didn't match your body," Li Fengtian said.

He was one step away from saying that those moves did not look like something a scrawny weakling like Fang Can could pull off.

"Moves?" Fang Can said as if it were obvious. "Aren't skills the sort of thing you learn the moment you see them? It's as simple as birds being born knowing how to fly, or apples falling once they ripen."

"Heh, what a big mouth." Li Fengtian laughed, suddenly feeling an urge to recruit talent.

Then, without warning, his right fist shot out like a heavy cannonball, smashing toward Fang Can's forehead.

He wanted to test him and see whether Fang Can was really as talented as he claimed.

The air around them seemed to freeze like solid water. Li Fengtian's fist was so fast that the air itself became thick resistance.

The speed and force of this punch were enough to drive his entire fist into a sheet of steel.

If it landed cleanly, Fang Can's head would burst like a watermelon.

But the next instant, the fist stopped steadily before Fang Can's forehead. The gust from it swept his loose bangs backward.

Li Fengtian looked at the youth before him, who stood as still as a mountain without even blinking, and could not help asking, "Kid, why didn't you dodge?"

Fang Can replied calmly, "Because you won't kill me."

Li Fengtian could not understand this kid's train of thought. He really had not even tried to dodge. "Where did you get that courage? You really think I won't kill you?"

"Because I'm a genius!"

Fang Can said as if it were only natural, "You clearly value talent. You won't casually kill me."

After saying that, Fang Can even stopped paying attention to him. He turned around and began rummaging through the belongings of the five punks he had beaten down, changing into their clothes while he was at it.

Watching the kid leisurely pick up gear as though he were at home, Li Fengtian could not help but laugh.

As the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously, he felt that this fellow really was suited for gang life.

He was just a little too old and had missed the best age to train in martial arts.

If he only started learning martial arts at eighteen or nineteen, he would have to be at least twenty-five before he could be trained into someone fit to wield a blade.

Of course, Fang Can was not as fearless as Li Fengtian assumed. He had merely used Li Fengtian's microexpressions and behavior to roughly judge what the man was thinking.

As for where a high school student like him had learned about microexpressions?

From TV dramas, of course. It could not possibly have been Hawaii.

Fang Can was still under the buff's enhancement. His brain ran like a computer, and all the knowledge he had ever acquired could be called up at will.

Although he had never studied it in depth and his understanding of expression management was extremely superficial, those tricks worked perfectly on these ancient natives.

This guy looked difficult to deal with. Based solely on that fist whose trail he had not even been able to see, Fang Can judged him to be no weaker than a county-level Superpowered from his previous life.

Against someone of that level, a scrawny weakling like Fang Can, who had only potential and no actual strength, was beneath the effort of concealing one's thoughts. They were easy to read.

And most importantly, his Extreme Misfortune Brings Prosperity ability had not been fully triggered. Clearly, this man had no intention of killing him.

This guy mentioned martial arts. Could it be that in this world, repeated physical training through specific methods, like martial arts practice, can achieve destructive power on the level of Superpowered people from before I crossed over?

As Fang Can searched through their belongings, his heartbeat could not help quickening. He felt a hint of longing for that possibility.

After all, before he crossed over, awakening superpowers depended entirely on luck. There was no way to know what superpower one might randomly get.

With his superpower, he could have directly attached himself to an organization and taken a city-level position, gaining a considerable degree of social status.

But because his ability was uncontrollable, he had always restrained himself and pretended to be ordinary.

And now, an opportunity was telling him that people in this world could reach Superman levels through training. Who would not be tempted by that?

Thinking this, Fang Can had already stripped all the valuable items from their bodies.

There were only a few coins resembling copper cash. They were at the bottom of society, after all, and did not possess much of value.

Fang Can picked out a relatively clean outfit from the five men and put it on. Hugging his changed-out pajamas to his chest, he looked at Li Fengtian and said, "All right, let's go."

"Go where?" Li Fengtian was clearly taken aback.

"To the Tiger Fiend Sect you mentioned, of course. Where else?"

Seeing how familiar Fang Can acted, Li Fengtian inexplicably found the boy rather likable and burst into laughter.

"You little brat—good, good. Just follow me. From now on, you're a disciple of my Tiger Fiend Sect."

"Should we deal with these people first? To stop them from reporting us to the authorities?"

Fang Can pointed at the unconscious punks sprawled across the ground and made a throat-slitting gesture.

He had been wondering whether to eliminate them all just now, but he was not from Changsha, so he had hesitated.

He had nearly decided to flip a coin, but then he encountered Li Fengtian first.

Li Fengtian said proudly, "You really are an outsider. There's no need to bother with trash like this. You're a member of the Tiger Fiend Sect now. In Yanggu County, no government office would dare enter the Tiger Fiend Sect to demand someone."

As he spoke, he led the way out of the alley without looking back. Fang Can watched his retreating figure and quickly hastened after him.

Outside the cold, shadowy alley, the warm morning sunlight fell across their faces. Fang Can narrowed his eyes slightly, enjoying his first sunbath since arriving in this other world.

With the danger completely gone, the effect of Extreme Misfortune Brings Prosperity finally dissipated, leaving behind only the soreness from having fully used his muscles.

"Kid, I still don't know your name or where you're from. The Tiger Fiend Sect doesn't keep freeloaders. What can you do?"

Outside the alley, Li Fengtian turned his head to examine Fang Can's short hair as he questioned him.

He thought Fang Can was probably some young monk who had returned to secular life amid these troubled times.

As for his clothes, which were completely out of place with everything around him, Li Fengtian neither knew nor cared.

Hearing that someone at the manager level of his company was about to conduct an in-person interview, Fang Can immediately snapped back to attention and began promoting himself.

"My name is Fang Can. Since childhood, I have loved learning. I studied diligently for more than ten years under the guidance of dozens of renowned teachers, reading for at least four hours each day and covering a broad range of books."

"Four hours of reading every day?"

At that, Li Fengtian could not help stopping in surprise. These days, anyone who could study came from a decent family.

To study full-time—if that was true, Fang Can had to be the child of a prominent family at minimum. So how had he ended up in such a state?

With that thought, Li Fengtian asked suspiciously, "What books did you read? What subjects did you study?"