High Martial Arts: Gains one point of health per second, sweeping across the heavens.

There are flies everywhere, it's never-ending.

He sighed, his eyes suddenly turning cold:

"I'll give you three seconds."

"roll."

Scarface and his two henchmen were visibly stunned for a moment, then burst into wild laughter as if they had heard the funniest joke.

"Hahaha! Kid, have you gone mad from being in the secret realm all this time?" Scarface laughed so hard he almost fell over, his scars contorting in pain. "Do you know who I am? How dare you talk to Brother Dao like that?"

A blond thug behind him arrogantly pointed at Su Jie: "Kid, you'd better hand over the money and what you got from the secret realm! Otherwise, Brother Dao will beat the shit out of you!"

Another thug grinned and took a step closer, deliberately releasing a fluctuation of over 300 points of qi and blood in an attempt to put pressure on Su Jie.

Ten days ago, faced with such a situation, Su Jie might have needed to run away. But now…

Looking at these three self-important idiots, Su Jie felt it was a waste of his energy to even get angry.

He simply raised his hand casually, as if swatting away flies, and lightly flicked it at the most aggressive blond-haired guy.

The movement was so casual, as if he were merely dusting off his sleeves.

However, the next second!

"Bang—!"

A dull, loud bang!

The blond thug was hit head-on by an invisible heavy truck, flying backward uncontrollably at such a speed that he left a trail of afterimages!

He didn't even have time to let out a scream before he crashed hard into the wall more than ten meters away!

"Boom!"

He smashed the solid concrete wall, denting it and spreading cracks like a spider web.

The blond-haired man was stuck to the wall like a tattered painting. He paused for a fraction of a second before slid down softly and collapsed to the ground unconscious, only exhaling and not inhaling.

The entire alleyway fell into a deathly silence.

The smiles on the faces of Scarface and the other thug froze completely, their pupils suddenly contracting to the size of pinpoints, and boundless fear poured over them like ice water from head to toe!

Hitting someone from a distance?!

I didn't even feel any fluctuations in my Qi and blood?!

What the hell is that level of skill?!

Another thug's legs went weak, and he almost wet himself on the spot. Pointing at Su Jie, his teeth chattered, "You...you...you..."

Su Jie turned her gaze to him, her expression still calm: "What do you mean, 'you'? You want to try too?"

The thug yelled and turned to run away.

Su Jie casually waved his hand again.

"Bang!"

With another muffled thud, the thug flew out in the same manner, landing precisely on the blond-haired man from before. The two men piled on top of each other, completely lifeless.

In the blink of an eye, only Scarface was left standing.

The ferocity on his face had long been replaced by fear, and cold sweat poured down his forehead like a waterfall, soaking his collar.

He looked at Su Jie as if he were looking at a demon crawling out of hell, his body trembling like a leaf.

"Boss Su... spare... spare my life!" Scarface's voice trembled, and he spoke incoherently.

How dare he rob such a strong student? He wanted to slap himself a few times!

Su Jie ignored his pleas for mercy and slowly walked up to him.

"Who sent you?" The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a suffocating sense of oppression.

Scarface shuddered and dared not hide anything, blurting out everything: "It's...it's Wang Meng and his cousin!"

They gave me 50,000 star coins, saying you had a secret and that I could have half of what they stole…! I was wrong! I didn't recognize your greatness! Just ignore me!

"Wang Meng..." Su Jie's eyes turned slightly cold. Sure enough, it was this persistent ghost.

Looking at the scarred face trembling like a leaf, he couldn't be bothered to deal with such a small fry himself, lest he get his hands dirty. He took out his newly bought phone and dialed the city hall's enforcement team's publicly available hotline for reporting such incidents.

"Hello. I'm the top-ranked rising star in Linjiang. I'm here to report that I was robbed by three armed robbers in a back alley on Qing Shi Road. I've already killed two of them, but the ringleader is still alive. Yes, please come and handle this."

After hanging up the phone, Su Jie glanced at the scarred man: "Just wait to go to jail."

Scarface turned ashen and collapsed to the ground.

After kicking the scarred man a few more times, rendering him completely incapacitated, Su Jie put his hands back in his pockets and strolled leisurely out of the alley as if nothing had happened. It was as if he had just casually disposed of a bag of trash.

A few minutes later, the piercing sound of sirens grew louder as they approached.

Meanwhile, Su Jie was already sitting in a private room of a high-end restaurant, feasting on a table full of rare and ferocious beast meat.

"Mmm, this Fiery Bull's tenderloin is so delicious... I'll try the Thunder Eagle's wings next time." He ate while pondering, "Looks like Wang Meng hasn't learned his lesson yet!"

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"After I finish eating, I'll go and take care of him and his damn cousin. That way they won't keep bothering me."

Su Jie had lost patience with this incorrigible fly.

With his current terrifying combat strength of 1840 points, he can practically do whatever he wants in Linjiang City, as long as he doesn't provoke the real Qi Condensation experts and official forces. Dealing with a nobody like Wang Meng is no more difficult than stepping on an ant.

Meanwhile, in a billiards hall on the other side of the city.

Wang Meng was bowing and scraping to a young man in a floral shirt with a sleazy look, his face full of ingratiating smiles: "Cousin, I really have to thank you this time! If it weren't for your help, how could I have gotten someone like Brother Dao to help me?"

The young man, who was called "cousin," smugly blew a smoke ring while smoking a cigarette, and patted Wang Meng on the shoulder: "Little Meng, we're family, so don't be so formal."

"That Su Jie is just a poor student who got lucky. He dared to mess with my cousin; he's disrespecting me! Brother Dao is my buddy. In this area, dealing with this kind of hothead is a piece of cake!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Cousin, you're right!" Wang Meng quickly echoed, a ruthless glint in his eyes. "That kid must have gotten some secret, daring to be so arrogant! Once Brother Dao teaches him a lesson, you'll definitely get your share of the secrets and benefits he carries!"

My cousin smiled with satisfaction: "Hmm, you've got a good job. Don't worry, Brother Dao is very reliable; he's probably already succeeded. Let's just wait for the good news!"

The two exchanged a smile, as if they could already see Su Jie kneeling down and begging for mercy, offering up the opportunity with both hands.

They had no idea that "Brother Dao," whom they relied on, was already in the law enforcement team's car, and that they themselves were about to face dire consequences.

After Su Jie finished eating and drinking, he wiped his mouth, paid the bill, and got up.

"Alright, it's time to get some exercise and digest."

Based on the bits and pieces of information he had gleaned from Scarface, Su Jie easily located the billiards room.

He pushed open the door and went inside. The place was filled with smoke and fumes. Wang Meng was playing billiards with his cousin, and a few of his underlings were fawning over him.