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"Not just a little difficult."

"Even professional martial artists might not be able to get it right ten times in a row."

"Precise control over one's strength isn’t that easy."

"It’s harder than unleashing one’s maximum power."

"Ask a martial artist with a life force level of 1 to unleash their limit strength of 1,000 jin—with some training, they could probably do it."

"But if you ask them to deliver a precise 153-jin strike, they might fail ten times in a row."

"And this challenge requires ten perfect attempts, with zero room for error."

"It’s already considered an extremely difficult street challenge."

"Of course, in this era where everyone practices martial arts, spending 20 or 30 bucks to give it a try is still something people are happy to do."

"Another one failed!"

"Isn’t that guy a student from Rongcheng Shu University?"

"Even a college student can’t do it?"

"Shu University is a national martial arts 985 school!"

"This challenge is practically designed to trick 985 students—ordinary folks wouldn’t even fall for it."

"Actually, he did pretty well—got five right."

"Mainly because that damn stall owner kept distracting him on the sixth try!"

"Haha, it’s allowed by the rules! Besides, shouldn’t elite martial arts students be able to handle distractions?"

From the crowd, a frustrated young man walked out, looking exasperated.

The stall owner, a crafty-looking old man in his sixties or seventies, grinned slyly.

"Young man, wanna try again?"

"No!" Before the guy could answer, his girlfriend Qing Qing snorted and dragged him away. "We’re not wasting any more money!"

"Wait, I really could do it—Qing Qing, let me try one more time…"

His stubborn voice faded into the distance.

Then, another challenger stepped forward from the crowd—still young, probably a high schooler.

"Is that a high school student?"

"Judging by the uniform, isn’t that from Tiannan Affiliated No.1 High School?"

"No.1 High? Damn, that’s a national-level elite school!"

The crowd buzzed with chatter.

Rongcheng had plenty of high schools.

Wang Xian’s No.7 High School was a provincial-level elite school—one of several in the province.

But national-level elite schools? There were only two in all of Western Shu.

Tiannan Affiliated No.1 High School, also known as Rongcheng No.1 High, was one of them.

Its affiliated Tiannan Martial Arts University was one of the top martial arts universities in the southwest region of Dragon Country.

In fact, there were only five such top-tier martial arts universities in the entire nation.

So naturally, the martial arts students from this high school were a cut above those from No.7 High.

The young man who stepped forward looked about Wang Xian’s age—probably a senior.

Wearing glasses, his expression calm, he handed the stall owner 30 bucks, put on the gloves, and got ready.

The stall owner nodded slightly before calling out the numbers.

True skill shows at first glance.

The prodigy from No.1 High lived up to his reputation, delivering each strike with pinpoint accuracy.

It wasn’t until the eighth attempt that he missed by about 2 jin—just barely failing.

The crowd gasped in awe.

This was the closest anyone had come to winning the challenge!

"Holy crap, this high schooler’s even better than the college student!"

"That’s a genius from No.1 High—the worst students there probably end up at ‘just’ Shu University."

"Exactly. Shu University’s right next door. Their teachers literally say, ‘If you don’t work hard, you’ll end up at the university next door.’"

"Wait, so is this challenge actually impossible?"

"Professional martial artists could probably do it, but… why would they bother with a street challenge?"

Challengers kept coming, and the stall owner finally relaxed.

These days, high schoolers were somehow harder to deal with than college students.

"Maybe we should just forget it…" Little Xi, who had been watching with great interest, finally turned to Wang Xian.

Her big brother was, after all, a below-average student.

If even the prodigy from No.1 High couldn’t do it, this was probably asking too much of him.

"Let me try," Wang Xian coughed.

She was his little sponsor, after all.

He had to at least make an effort.

"Then go for it, big brother!!" Little Xi clenched her fists in encouragement.

Wang Xian stepped forward.

The stall owner’s expression shifted when he saw another school uniform—first tense, then smug.

No.7 High?

Pfft. What a joke.

Even the prodigy from No.1 High lost.

What makes you, a nobody from No.7 High, think you can do it?

There was a saying in the Rongcheng Martial Arts High School Circle:

"No.7 High are the peasants, No.4 High are the daddies, and No.1 High’s randos are the kings."

What did that mean?

It meant even the weakest student from No.1 High could lord over the best from No.7 and No.4 High.

Still, the stall owner wasn’t about to turn down free money.

Especially when he saw the girl accompanying Wang Xian—his expression softened slightly, and he considered going easy, maybe calling out ten easy, round numbers.

"Here you go, grandpa." Little Xi handed over 30 bucks.

"Alright, alright!" The stall owner, reminded of his own granddaughter by the doll-like girl, couldn’t help but ask, "Got it… By the way, what’s your relationship with him?"

"I’m big brother’s girlfriend," Little Xi declared solemnly.

The moment those words left her mouth, the crowd’s expressions darkened.

Disgusted glances shot toward Wang Xian.

You monster!

She’s so young!

Is she your child bride or something?!

The stall owner’s face also fell.

"Don’t talk nonsense—she’s… uh, my sister," Wang Xian quickly corrected, shooting Little Xi a glare.

She just blinked back mischievously.

The stall owner said nothing, only coldly rattled off ten numbers:

"69, 174, 248, 156, 265."

"267, 346, 476, 99, 499."

He even wrote them down to make sure Wang Xian wouldn’t forget.

The crowd exchanged glances.

Well, damn.

Maximum difficulty, huh?

All random numbers, wildly fluctuating.

That made it even harder.

Wang Xian barely glanced at the list before putting on the gloves.

Then—

He threw ten punches in rapid succession, without pause or hesitation.

No buildup, no adjustment—just ten quick, seemingly careless strikes at the force meter.

The whole thing took less than twenty seconds.

The crowd stared, unimpressed.

But when Wang Xian took off the gloves and walked straight to the prize area, they finally snapped out of it.

The stall owner moved to stop him—until the delayed readings appeared on the force meter:

[69, 174, 248, 156, 265, 267, 346, 476, 99, 499.]

For a moment, the entire street fell silent.

Even the No.1 High prodigy, still lingering in the crowd, froze in shock at the numbers.

Not a single one was wrong.

Gulp.

Everyone swallowed hard.

By the time Wang Xian collected his prize and left with Little Xi, the crowd finally erupted.

"He’s hacking, right?!"

"No way that was real!"

"That guy can’t be a student—he’s gotta be a pro, and a high-level one at that!"

"Damn, what a show-off! Took him less than half a minute…"

"All the previous challengers had to prepare before throwing a punch, but he just threw ten in a row?"

"Boss, is this guy your plant? Did you two practice this for ages?"

"Seriously, this looks so staged. Who the hell is this freak?"

The stall owner stood frozen in the crowd, utterly bewildered.

He stared at Wang Xian’s retreating figure, muttering under his breath.

Freak!

Absolute freak!

Plant my ass.

Damn it, that Snow Leopard Pendant is a genuine martial arts accessory—a first-tier decorative piece, but still top-tier.

Who would use something like that as a prop?

It’s worth tens of thousands!

Amid the crowd, only the top prodigy from Tiannan Affiliated No.1 High School kept his eyes fixed on the numbers displayed on the strength tester.

"Absolute Control…"

"A student from No.7 High School can master their strength to this degree?"

"Could it be Xia Sichen? Or Pang Sandao?"

"No… They’re not at that level…"

"Who the hell is this guy?"

Wang Xian handed the Snow Leopard Pendant to Little Xi.

"Wang Xian, you’re amazing!" Little Xi’s eyes sparkled with admiration. "How can someone as strong as you be labeled a slacker? Are your teachers blind or something?"

She was already indignant on his behalf.

Wang Xian just smiled without responding.

That street challenge might be tough for most people.

But for him? Child’s play.

In the realm of martial arts, there was a special skill called 'Absolute Control.'

Some might learn it at the second or third tier.

Others might not grasp it until the fourth or fifth tier.

And then there were the rare geniuses who could master it as early as the first tier.

Simply put, it meant complete, flawless command over one’s own strength.

He had already mastered it in his past life.

A challenge like this was nothing.

Still, even with the skill, most wouldn’t reach his level of precision so quickly.

"Little Xi is so happy today!" She cradled the pendant in her hands, her delicate face glowing with joy. "Big Brother, I might not have a million, though…"

"…" Wang Xian paused.

He patted her head gently.

"Just being happy is enough."

He never expected a kid to actually fork over that kind of money.

"I might not have a million…" Little Xi rummaged in her pocket and pulled out a small vial. "But I have this! Here, take it! It should be worth at least a million!"

Wang Xian’s eyebrows shot up.

"Essence Crystal Water?"

He recognized it instantly.

A high-concentration liquid essence of refined energy, compressed through modern technology.

Its uses were endless—for martial artists, ingesting it could rapidly restore strength, enhance innate potential, and indirectly boost vitality.

Applied externally, it could refine the body, temper the flesh, and more.

On the market, a single gram was worth a million.

Wang Xian took the vial, weighed it in his hand, and estimated its contents—at least four or five grams, minus the bottle.

His expression turned serious.

This was far more than a million.

He glanced at Little Xi, then scanned the surroundings, spotting a familiar luxury car parked further down the street.

After a brief hesitation, he didn’t refuse. Instead, he nodded solemnly.

"This is valuable. When you get home, thank your parents for me."

Little Xi beamed and nodded eagerly before sprinting toward the car.

Once inside, she immediately rolled down the window, waving enthusiastically.

"Big Brother, I’ll come find you again next time!"

Wang Xian waved back.

Saving someone wasn’t about repayment.

But stubbornly rejecting gratitude could be just as rude.

After all, no one liked feeling indebted.

The richer and more powerful someone was, the less they wanted to owe others.

So Wang Xian accepted it without hesitation.

Checking the time—just past four.

"With this Essence Crystal Water, I should be able to unlock all the extraordinary meridians except the Governing and Conception Vessels."

He pocketed the vial carefully.

His goal was to fully unlock all twelve primary meridians and the eight extraordinary meridians before the martial arts entrance exam in six months.

At the same time, he planned to refine at least half of them into 'Divine Meridians' using the Starforge Body Tempering Art.

Only then could he lay the foundation for future growth.

"There are too many disasters ahead…"

"The North Tibet Ruins uprising… tens of thousands perishing in the beast tide…"

"The two X-class ancient beasts in the Eastern Sea unleashing tsunamis… millions swallowed by the ocean…"

"The Central Demon Tower going berserk, its malevolent energy corrupting an entire province for months, twisting minds and turning kin against kin…"

"The Central Asian Rift, the Demon Court’s emergence, launching a war of a million demonic soldiers, engulfing a third of East Asia’s landmass—even the Martial Alliance losing a Martial God in the battle…"

"And finally, the 'Lamentation Cataclysm' from the alien battlefield, sweeping across the entire Blue Planet, claiming hundreds of millions of lives, nearly dooming civilization…"

"Off-world colonization…"

Wang Xian’s gaze drifted to the vast blue sky, his expression unreadable.

And then, the alien battlefield.

The final stage for the Blue Planet, the origin of endless peril.

The gateway to the cosmos.

In his mind, he relived the countless tragedies of his past life—events he had once been powerless to stop.

This time, things might be different.

So of course, he had to grow stronger.

Shaking off the heavy thoughts, his phone screen lit up.

A message from School Beauty Ye:

"Where do you live? I’ll… come over later."

Ah, right. It was time for her "house call."