I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

Even though there wasn't a single person in sight on the street, he had a very strange feeling.

Like the calm before a storm, the pitch-black night seemed to be gestating a terrifying beast, with faint, inexplicable fetal movements expanding and contracting.

That was his heartbeat.

Even though he wasn't using any breathing techniques, his blood suddenly started circulating faster, and his body temperature began to rise, almost to the point of boiling.

The hairs on his back stood on end, and his scalp tingled, as if an extremely sharp knife was placed against his neck, the blade slowly rubbing against his flesh.

Without any reason, without the aid of any senses, only the "fighting" instinct deep within his body was reminding him that danger was imminent.

Without any hesitation, Xue Jing chose to trust his instincts.

run!

On the street, Xue Jing crouched slightly, his thigh muscles tensed, and the leg power brought by "running" exploded instantly, and he rushed out of the street in a flash!

Just as he suddenly started running, shouts and curses came from the gaps and alleys between the houses.

"Damn it, he found out!"

"Trying to run? Chase after them!"

"Damn, that brat runs so fast!"

From various hidden alleys, more than a dozen figures emerged and chased after Xue Jing.

Most people were carrying various weapons: knives, sticks, machetes, baseball bats... The clanging sound of iron weapons being dragged across the ground was incessant.

It was obvious that this wasn't the first time these people had done something like this; with Xue Jing at the center, each person's position had almost formed an encirclement.

If Xue Jing's actions had been delayed by just a few seconds, the encirclement would have been completely complete, and there would have been absolutely no way to escape.

But now, there are only two people blocking his way!

"Orange, Li, stop him!"

The people behind him were shouting. Xue Jing looked at the two people on the road in front of him: a skinny boy wearing a red t-shirt and holding a baseball bat, and a young man with a buzz cut who was empty-handed and had a sinister look in his eyes.

Xue Jing gradually closed the distance between himself and the two men. Although they were about to make contact, he showed no intention of slowing down.

The young man with the buzz cut didn't move, but the boy with the baseball bat took two steps forward, raised the bat, and assumed a swinging stance, as if he wanted to hit Xue Jing, who was rushing towards him, like a baseball.

Close, getting closer.

Just as the skinny boy's gaze sharpened and he swung his bat, Xue Jing, without slowing down at all, suddenly ducked his head.

The whistling baseball bat swept across his head, grazing a few strands of hair. At the same time, Xue Jing, who had been crouching down, clenched his right hand and, as he stood up, delivered a fierce uppercut to the skinny boy's chin!

With his aiming skills, his punches were incredibly accurate, hitting the boy squarely in the chin.

"boom!"

At the same time as a loud bang occurred, accompanied by the faint sound of bones cracking, Xue Jing felt as if something had been smashed in his fist.

The powerful momentum from running, combined with the force of his 180-kilogram punch, caused the skinny boy to fly nearly a meter into the air. When he landed, his eyes were rolling back and he was motionless, his neck twisted into an exaggerated arc, and the skin on his chin was uneven, clearly indicating that his jawbone had been completely shattered.

"Little Li!"

"Damn it, this kid's got a tough spot, everyone be careful!"

Those chasing behind gasped in surprise.

Xue Jing didn't stop at all; he only paused slightly before continuing to rush forward.

The remaining young man with the buzz cut initially had a nonchalant expression, but after what had just happened, he clearly realized that Xue Jing was no ordinary weak student.

His expression turned serious. He raised his hands, bent his knees slightly, and assumed a boxing stance.

He was well prepared and confident that he could react to any attack Xue Jing made from any angle.

If we can only slow down this fast-running student for a short while, his companions will catch up, and then we'll be trapped like turtles in a jar, or beat them with a closed door.

He stood ready, his face serious, watching Xue Jing approach rapidly.

Left punch, right punch, or a kick?

And just as he was about to meet Xue Jing, at the most tense moment...

Xue Jing ignored him and ran right past him.

The young man with the buzz cut was stunned.

He also seemed to see Xue Jing, who was passing by, give him a strange look, as if to say: What are you doing?

"Fuck you!"

The young man with the buzz cut instantly turned red with anger, cursed, and turned to chase after Xue Jing.

On the main street outside the South District, Xue Jing ran ahead, with more than a dozen people chasing behind.

A few minutes later, watching Xue Jing's figure recede into the distance, everyone gradually stopped in their tracks.

"This...this little rascal...how can he run so fast..."

Someone, panting heavily, used the machete in their hand to support their weary body on the ground, and spoke intermittently.

"Damn it! I've been hunting geese all day, but now a goose has pecked my eye. I've really messed up this time. I didn't catch the man, and I even hurt one of my brothers."

"What should we do? Brother Duan is still waiting in the warehouse. He can't even handle this small matter. I wonder what kind of trouble he'll get in trouble with."

"What else can we do? People are..."

The young man with dyed hair stopped speaking before he could finish.

At the corner at the end of the street, Xue Jing, who was about to run out of their sight, suddenly stopped, slowly turned around, and looked at them.

"Hey, you little brat, can't run anymore, huh?"

Someone scoffed.

"Let's go over there. This bastard has made us go through so much trouble. We'll have to teach him a lesson later."

"My tweezers for pulling teeth are almost rusty. This kid looks decent enough to attract the kind of girls who like pretty boys. I wonder if he'll even be able to keep his teeth..."

The group laughed and walked towards Xue Jing.

……

As the shouts and footsteps behind him gradually faded away, Xue Jing realized that he was out of danger.

The racing heartbeat brought on by the sense of crisis gradually subsided, but a surge of anger began to burn within him.

Damn it, a bunch of people suddenly appeared and chased him like dogs. Whatever the reason, he remembered this grudge.

Reason told him that he should leave immediately and not take any risks. It would be safer to wait until he was stronger before seeking revenge. There would be plenty of time in the future, and a gentleman's revenge is never too late.

Let your emotions tell him to hell with reason!

He slowly turned around and looked at the dozen or so figures across the street.

After opening the panel and confirming the passive effect of "Twins", I immediately felt more confident.

He looked around on the ground and spotted a red brick about half the size of a fist not far away.

Xue Jing picked up the half of the red brick and weighed it in his hand.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the dozen or so people, he walked slowly and steadily toward them, expressionless.

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Chapter 20 Guerrilla

"Huh? What's this kid up to?"

As Xue Jing walked towards them, someone asked in confusion.

"Wait, what's that he's holding in his hand...?"

A short-haired young man suddenly pointed to Xue Jing's right hand.

"brick?"

"He probably thinks that picking up a brick from the ground will be intimidating, huh? What can a brick do?"

Someone scoffed, even hefting the metal baseball bat in their hand.

The crowd grinned maliciously as they walked toward Xue Jing.

On a quiet night street, one side is a gang of a dozen thugs, and the other side is a lone student in school uniform. Both sides are slowly approaching each other.

As Xue Jing moved forward, he estimated the distance using the instinctive throwing feel that came with aiming.

When the two were less than twenty meters apart, Xue Jing stopped.

That's about it.

He could roughly sense that this was an excellent throwing distance, and following the feel of his hand, Xue Jing raised the fist-sized half of the red brick in his hand.

"That kid's trying to throw bricks, watch out!"

Someone spoke up to remind them.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the head of a young man with a buzz cut next to him suddenly exploded.

"boom!!"

"what!!"

Red brick fragments splattered everywhere, cutting several wounds on his face. Many fragments even got into his eyes, causing him to let out a scream.

The young man with the buzz cut who had been hit in the head by the brick lay silently on the ground, a large gash on his forehead from which blood was gushing.

"grass!"

"What the hell!?"

"Someone's been shot!?"

"No, this is the brick that the brat threw!"

"Shenghua has fainted!"