"What the hell are you looking at? Damn it... Brothers, let's teach them a lesson!"
As soon as the words were spoken, the underlings charged forward with a roar.
Old Deng, who was closest to them, became the first target of their retaliation.
Old Deng was highly skilled in combat, and under normal circumstances, six or seven burly men would struggle to get close to him. However, this time, there were simply too many people charging at him—more than twenty.
Although these men were all heavily intoxicated, their sheer numbers made it impossible for Old Deng to hold his ground. In no time, he was at a disadvantage, taking several punches, one of which landed squarely on his eye, leaving him dizzy and disoriented. The drunk thugs seized the opportunity to rain down more blows on him.
The officers were initially caught off guard; the situation had escalated too quickly.
None of them had expected the other side to attack without warning.
By the time they reacted, poor Old Deng had already taken several punches and was being pummeled mercilessly. He could only shield his head with his arms, unable to fight back.
Once the officers regained their composure, they immediately rushed in to pull the drunk thugs away.
At the same time, they shouted, "Stop! We're officers! Get down on the ground with your hands on your head!"
"You're officers? I’m freaking Ultraman! Stop pretending, you posers! Brothers, let’s beat them up!"
The warning fell on deaf ears, and the officers had no choice but to join the fray, hoping to subdue the thugs by force.
However, just then, seven or eight more men rushed out of the restaurant. They were part of the same group as the thugs.
Seeing their comrades in a fight, they jumped in without hesitation.
These men were street toughs, experts in brawls.
Although the officers had some training in combat techniques, their skills were more suited for one-on-one confrontations and were nearly useless in a chaotic group fight.
From the start, the officers had only intended to subdue the thugs, not to inflict serious harm.
But the drunk thugs were different—they struck without restraint, showing no intention of holding back.
By the time the officers realized they couldn’t afford to hold back either, most of them were already injured and unable to fight at full strength. They were quickly losing ground.
Chen Ke’s injured arm hadn’t fully healed, and his combat effectiveness was significantly reduced. Saving the day was out of the question; his only goal now was to avoid further injury.
As for Old Deng, he had been the first to be surrounded. His vision was still blurry from the punch to his eye.
The officers were utterly frustrated.
To think they were being beaten up by a bunch of thugs in their own jurisdiction! If word got out, they’d be the laughingstock of the town.
What a disaster!
Just as the officers were resigned to swallowing their pride and accepting defeat, a figure emerged from the crowd.
This figure wasn’t particularly bulky—in fact, he was somewhat slender—but his combat skills were exceptional.
Wherever he went, cries of pain followed.
One by one, the thugs were knocked to the ground.
The grappling techniques he used were highly effective, and combined with his enhanced speed, strength, and stamina, Xu Mo was like a god of war.
In no time, he had taken down half of the thugs.
The officers, who had been on the verge of losing, suddenly turned the tide and began counterattacking the remaining thugs.
Three minutes later, all the thugs were subdued.
But the leader of the group was still defiant.
Even though he was lying on the ground clutching his stomach, his mouth was still running.
He even pulled out his phone, ready to call for backup, flipping through his contacts while hurling threats: "You’ve messed with the wrong people! You’re in big trouble now! Don’t you dare leave! Just wait till I call my boys! Damn it..."
It wasn’t until an officer pulled out a pair of handcuffs that the thug fell silent.
He recognized the shiny silver object: handcuffs.
It was standard equipment for officers.
He suddenly remembered that at the start of the fight, someone had shouted, "We’re officers!" But at the time, he had been too worked up to pay attention.
Now, after taking a beating, he sobered up—both from the alcohol and the reality of the situation.
He realized it wasn’t the officers who were in trouble—it was him. He had just assaulted officers!
He struggled to get up and make a run for it.
But before he could even rise, a pair of handcuffs snapped onto his wrists: "Stay put!"
"Alright, alright!"
...
"Old Deng, how are you? Are you okay?"
"Nothing serious," Old Deng replied, wincing as he shook his head.
He had managed to protect his head with his hands, so his injuries were only superficial and would heal in a couple of days.
For him, the injuries were secondary. What occupied his mind now was the image of Xu Mo effortlessly weaving through the crowd, taking down one thug after another.
He recognized the techniques Xu Mo had used—it was clearly grappling!
He was stunned.
He couldn’t help but think back to their earlier sparring session in the private room. Back then, Xu Mo must have been holding back!
With the skills Xu Mo had just displayed, he could have taken down three Old Dengs without breaking a sweat!
"Old Deng, what’s wrong? What are you looking at?" one of the officers asked, following Old Deng’s gaze.
He noticed Old Deng was staring at Xu Mo and couldn’t help but recall the sparring match between Xu Mo and Old Deng in the private room, as well as Xu Mo’s performance in subduing the thugs just now... It dawned on him that Xu Mo’s skills far surpassed Old Deng’s.
Xu Mo had been going easy on Old Deng during their spar.
"What are you two staring at? You look like you’ve seen a ghost," a few more officers chimed in.
Following their gazes, they all turned to look at Xu Mo.
...
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
