Sorry, I Know Too Much

Rooftop.

Two figures moved at high speed, the wind raised by their bodies and fists howling sharply.

With every step, Hong Fei seemed like an ancient tree rooting itself into the earth. His footing was as steady as a giant elephant's, yet his upper body moved like an ape through the forest, twisting and dodging without the slightest hesitation, almost on instinct.

Frank's steps, meanwhile, were lighter and more agile. His long arms were like steel spears, brimming with tremendous force.

Frank's fighting style was based on Free Fighting, blending the essence of many Modern Martial Arts. Combined with his years of real combat and life-or-death battles, he was indeed far beyond ordinary people.

But upon closer inspection, one could see that Hong Fei had already closed his eyes.

Frank drove forward with a straight punch aimed directly at his face.

The faint sound of the fist cutting through the air and the sudden pressure of the airflow before him formed clear feedback in Hong Fei's mind. He dropped his shoulder and turned sideways, letting the fist brush past the tip of his nose. At the same time, he reached out and placed his palm on Frank's iron-like arm.

In an instant, Frank planted his feet and yanked his arm back.

Hong Fei's hand initially moved along the direction of Frank's punch, but he immediately sensed Frank's muscles tightening. He instantly stopped exerting force. Just as Frank pulled hard to withdraw his arm, Hong Fei exerted force in the same direction at the same time.

As a result, the force with which Frank pulled his arm back suddenly increased. His upper body lurched backward, and he could only quickly shift his feet to steady himself.

But one of Hong Fei's feet had already slipped forward.

With a thud, Frank landed flat on his backside, confusion rising in his eyes.

Seeing that Hong Fei still had not opened his eyes and merely beckoned at him, Frank gritted his teeth, flipped himself up, and clenched his fists again.

This time, he did not rush to attack. Instead, he slowly shuffled toward Hong Fei inch by inch.

Hong Fei suddenly changed his stance. He stepped forward, and as he inhaled, his muscles and bones expanded, his arms spreading like an eagle extending its wings. As he exhaled, he dropped his elbows and sank into his stance, rapidly drawing his strength inward. His right palm faced outward before his eyes, while his left palm faced downward at his lower abdomen.

Other than the wind, the only sound on the rooftop was the scrape of Frank's feet sliding across the ground.

Frank stared unblinkingly at Hong Fei's body, as though every inch of him had been etched into his mind. Any slight movement would allow him to judge Hong Fei's next move.

As the two gradually drew closer, the rustling sounds by their ears became clearer, and Hong Fei's judgment of the distance between them grew increasingly precise.

Frank meticulously maintained his fighting stance, shifting his center of gravity back. His right leg moved forward in a probing step; if anything changed, he could immediately retreat and raise his right leg to defend.

Hong Fei held the advantage, so naturally he could remain completely still. Frank could not afford to rush if he wanted to find an opening.

White clouds drifted overhead, and a breeze swept past. Then suddenly, a shrill car horn sounded from the street below.

Instantly, Frank's pupils contracted. He had no time to think as he drew both arms tightly to his chest and curled his upper body into a ball, preparing for an unknown impact.

Hong Fei's right leg muscles abruptly swelled. He took a massive step forward. Though his eyes remained closed, he precisely stepped behind Frank's right foot, preventing him from retracting his leg and retreating. As he surged forward, his body twisted, his right shoulder leading the way, both arms dropping. His body weight, forward momentum, and explosive strength merged into one, as if forming an invisible mass of Qi within him that rushed wildly toward his right shoulder under the drive of his muscles and bones.

In Frank's eyes, Hong Fei suddenly charged straight at him without warning. His small figure rapidly expanded in Frank's vision, like a massive, heavy beast pouncing with savage force. There was barely a moment between them.

Bang!!

An incomparably dull impact rang out. Centered on the shoulder that led the strike, a perfectly unified burst of fierce power erupted in an instant. Frank's crossed arms were driven further inward against his chest, while the immensely penetrating force tore through skin, muscle, and even bone with unstoppable force.

Frank was immediately sent flying three meters like a sandbag. With a thunderous crash, he slammed hard into the rooftop electrical box, leaving a deep dent in it. After falling down, he remained curled on the ground without moving for a long while.

Frank felt as if Hong Fei had just thrust a hand directly into his chest and violently kneaded his internal organs. His heart, lungs, and everything else had suffered unimaginable shock. His breathing abruptly stopped, and in the instant his heart ceased beating, his brain rapidly began to lack oxygen. All strength vanished from his body, and his brain directly stripped away his control over it, because what his body needed most right then was to resume breathing and supply oxygen to his brain. Every extra movement was unnecessary.

As his body repaired itself, his motionless heart began beating again. Frank's curled body sprang open, and he lay on his side, opening his mouth with all his strength to breathe, utterly disregarding the fine sand and dust on the ground being sucked into his mouth.

After quite a while, his breathing slowly calmed, and his gaze began to focus again.

Hong Fei stood motionless beside him, wearing what looked like a fairly gentle smile.

Frank rolled onto his back. As he panted, he said with difficulty, "Last time, I remember, it wasn't like this."

"Sorry, I know too much." Hong Fei helplessly cupped his fists.

What he cared about more was why no Skill Card had dropped this time.

Could one person only drop one card? Or did Frank only have that one skill? Or did these Skill Cards have a drop rate too?

An hour later.

Frank was bare-chested, his arms and chest gleaming with oil from the medicinal ointment Hong Fei had mixed himself. He reclined halfway back with both arms resting naturally on a pillow, while his fingers occasionally trembled slightly on their own.

"This is revenge."

"No."

"Yes, it is."

"You're slandering me."

Frank said with a dark expression, "You almost killed me. I felt like I was just about to die!"

Hong Fei put down his tablet and said helplessly, "But you didn't die, did you?"

"But you had that intention."

Hong Fei shook his head and rose, walking toward the open gym on one side of the living room.

Facing the punching bag, Hong Fei said, "If I wanted to kill you, I would have used a different method of exerting force. I definitely wouldn't have struck through two arms. I would do it like this."

As he spoke, Hong Fei assumed his stance again, then suddenly lunged forward.

This time, Hong Fei did not turn sideways and lead with his shoulder and arm. Instead, he lowered his center of gravity even further. Both hands shot upward from below like a divine dragon emerging from the water. His elbows twisted, his arms rose and fell sharply, and both palms landed on the punching bag one after another.

Bang!

A crisp sound echoed through the room. Yet the punching bag was not sent flying. Only the leather on its back burst open with a crack, as though pierced by a sharp blade.

Fine sand streamed out as Hong Fei turned around.

Frank seemed to see Hong Fei suddenly close in, brutally knocking aside the guard before his chest with both hands before pressing his palms onto his chest, force tearing through skin and piercing his heart...

After a moment, Frank put away all his complaints and stared intently at Hong Fei. "How did you do that?"

"Practice."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-two. Don't focus on that. How long you practice isn't important. What matters is whether you have the right direction when you practice, whether you keep improving through repeated training, and how much you improve. You can learn it, but there's no need to learn from me, because you already have techniques that suit you. Your body, reactions, and instincts have fused with your techniques. There's no need to change now."

Frank fell into thought after hearing this.

Hong Fei said, "Actually, there's another way to put it that you should understand more easily."

Frank abruptly looked up.

"You're old."

The corner of Frank's eye twitched violently.

Hong Fei immediately got up. "All right, get some rest! I gave you all the information. In New York, how you act is up to you. Come find me if you need help."

"Why aren't you getting involved?"

"Of course, because I have more important things to do."

After heading down to the bookstore on the first floor and raising the rolling shutter, Hong Fei saw someone already standing outside the glass door.

When that face with its warm smile came fully into view, Hong Fei was deeply disappointed.