I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

With the last sentence, the mandrill appeared before Xue Jing.

He stretched out his two long, ape-like arms and slapped them at Xue Jing's head, one on the left and one on the right.

Two gusts of wind pierced through the ears.

This attack was extremely fast and seemed to have used some strange technique. The air around him was stirred up, making Xue Jing feel as if he was being bound and unable to move.

Xue Jing's expression remained unchanged. He simply exerted his strength throughout his body, and the true dragon within him surged through his entire body, instantly breaking free from the inexplicable restraints. With a slight bow of his head, he dodged the attacks coming from both sides.

"Snapped!!"

The two palms struck Xue Jing's head, creating a sharp, piercing sound that seemed to shatter eardrums, and a vortex of air suddenly spread out from the point of impact.

Xue Jing felt a sharp pain in his ear and a wave of dizziness.

The mandrill grinned.

His hands have been modified so that they can emit special sound waves that can cause dizziness when clapping.

The purpose of this "Double Wind Through the Ears" technique is not to hit the person, but to strike them close to the enemy to maximize the effect of the sound waves.

Young people are still young people; they fell for the trap.

Xue Jing felt his consciousness gradually fading away amidst the reverberating sounds.

Despite his shock, he remained calm and immediately activated the Hidden Dragon Technique in his mind.

The powerful mental control brought by the near-Lv5 [Visualization] also enhanced his concentration.

The sound of the dragon's roar reverberated in his mind, forcibly dispelling the dizziness, and Xue Jing's consciousness instantly returned to clarity.

He clenched his right fist, channeling a powerful energy into it, and unleashed a rising dragon punch at the mandrill's chin.

"boom--"

The mandrill rose into the air from the spot, reaching a height of seven or eight meters, before beginning its free fall.

"What!?" He was shocked.

How is this possible? This boy's mental strength is high enough to resist sonic attacks!?

Xue Jing looked up at the mountain demon in the sky and said softly:

"Times may have changed."

"But you—don't represent the times."

He raised his right hand and swung it out, lightly brushing across the mandrill's chin as it landed.

Compared to the two powerful punches before, this palm strike seemed powerless and couldn't even make the mandrill move an inch.

But the mountain demon, which was still full of energy even in the air, suddenly rolled its eyes upward after this palm strike, twitched twice after landing on the ground, and then stopped moving.

Of all martial arts skills, this is the essence of soft power.

If your skin is tough, then I won't attack your skin; I'll just channel my energy directly into your body and unleash it.

Even if this membrane is miraculous, it can block most of the penetration of gentle force, but it doesn't take much force to knock someone unconscious.

A light tap on the chin is enough.

Xue Jing looked down at the mountain demon, who was fast asleep like an infant, and muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear:

"You cannot represent the times, but I will eventually reverse the times."

After showing off, Xue Jing pinched his chin.

"So what did he want from me?"

Just as I was wondering whether to wake the mandrill, a noise similar to that of a radio changing stations suddenly came from some unknown part of the mandrill's body.

Then, a woman's voice could be heard.

"The mandrill's consciousness has been interrupted; it seems he is no match for you."

It was a deep, calm-sounding female voice.

Xue Jing's expression remained unchanged; he simply asked, "Who exactly are you? What do you want with me?"

"Please wait a moment, I'll be right there," the woman said.

Xue Jing frowned and said calmly, "You'd better hurry."

"I won't keep you waiting long—"

The woman's voice disappeared, as if she had hung up the 'phone'.

"Brother Jing, is it over?" Pei Youguang asked loudly from a distance.

The fight between Xue Jing and the mountain demon was a long story, but it actually didn't take much time, only a few dozen seconds.

Although the time was short, the two Pei brothers watching watched with great interest.

Wonderful, wonderful.

Xue Jing reached out and grabbed the mandrill's black vest, dragged him to the car, and threw him onto the back tire.

"So what exactly did he want to talk to you about, Brother Jing?"

Pei Youguang asked in confusion.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a sudden thought struck him, and he blurted out, "Could it be one of those tests for newcomers by a mysterious official organization, like in novels?"

"We need to demonstrate the organization's power and methods to newcomers, defeat them, and then tell them that if they join, they can have the same..."

Pei Tiancheng chuckled from the side and said, "You've been reading too many novels."

“I think that makes a lot of sense.” Pei Youguang scratched his head.

Xue Jing kicked the mountain demon at his feet and said calmly:

"Hey, now that you're awake, get up."

He didn't hold back with his soft palm strike, but he wasn't very skilled at using it. Most of the force was dissipated by the mandrill's skin, and not much of it penetrated into his chin.

Therefore, although the mandrill was knocked unconscious, the injury was not serious.

At this moment, Xue Jing noticed a subtle change in the mandrill's breathing rhythm and immediately knew that the man had woken up.

"..."

Upon hearing this, the mandrill had no choice but to open its eyes and stop pretending to be unconscious.

He was a little embarrassed, so he reached up and pressed his chin, twisted his head, and said, "...It really hurts."

"Don't change the subject, get to the point."

Xue Jing spoke up.

“Hmm…” the mandrill looked at the Pei brothers and said:

"You two, go explore other places."

The two Pei brothers exchanged a glance, nodded, and walked away without saying anything more.

After they had walked a distance, the mandrill finally spoke:

"Actually, what that chubby kid said earlier was right. I do come from an official organization and we've been planning to invite you to join, which is why..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xue Jing shook his head and interrupted him.

“I have no interest in joining so-called official secret organizations—especially now.”

Xue Jing looked at the mountain demon.

"After meeting you, I am not satisfied with the style of your organization and have no intention of joining."

Why can't we just invite him directly? Why do we have to go through all this trouble?

Even if he were formally invited, he wouldn't join. He's very satisfied with his current life, focusing on martial arts training and developing slowly, occasionally taking on containment missions to upgrade his divine skills—it's so comfortable.

Why join any official organization?

The mandrill scratched its head: "Don't rush to refuse. I admit there's a problem. Our branch is specifically responsible for handling abnormal events related to the 'border area,' which is quite dangerous. It's inevitable that we're under a lot of pressure, and our style of doing things is a bit more unrestrained."

"But there are also many benefits. For example, the B1 protective membrane I wear is a military-grade xenograft. Ordinary people, no matter how rich, can't get their hands on it. You've already felt the effects. Just this one xenograft is equivalent to twenty or thirty years of external martial arts training for you martial artists."

"We also have a supply of various banned drugs with proven safety. Once you join us, you will become stronger at a speed you can't even imagine."

The mandrill stood up and dusted off his military trousers.

"You may think you're a genius, and I admit that. I've read the information; you've only been practicing martial arts for a little over a month, yet you were able to defeat me. If we're only talking about talent, there aren't many people I've met who can compare to you."

"But you will soon discover that there are limits to human beings... Your rapid growth will suddenly slow down at some point, and the closer you get to the limit, the slower it will be, until finally, it stops completely."

The mandrill said meaningfully, "You will then understand how limited the old martial arts are."

"That feeling of being completely unable to move forward can drive you mad. Even the most determined person will fall into despair once they realize that there is really no way forward."

"The bodies of primitive humans are such boring things..."

Xue Jing simply smiled after hearing this.

"You're right, but I refuse."

"I think it would be more interesting to use pure, native human flesh and blood, what you see as mortal flesh and blood, to beat up you cyborgs and mutated humans."

he whispered.

The mandrill rolled its eyes.

"Fine, whatever makes you happy. One day you'll realize how ignorant you are right now, and then you'll understand how rare this opportunity is."

At this moment, the mandrill's expression changed, and it put its hand behind its ear and pressed down.

After a while, he looked up at the sky and pointed in a direction.

"The captain is here, look over there."

Xue Jing followed his finger and looked towards the horizon.

Under a clear blue sky with only a few clouds drifting across the horizon, a small black dot, like a drop of ink on an oil painting, is gradually enlarging.

Xue Jing stared intently, his powerful static vision locking onto the black dot, making it clear to him.

That is, a person.