Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned.
Chen Shaohui looked at Xiao Zhan as if he were a lunatic. Jumping out at this time was simply looking for death.
"Idiot!"
The young woman glared at Xiao Zhan with great disdain.
"You..."
Su Muqiu's heart thudded. This was bad. She instinctively wanted to stop Xiao Zhan, but was held back by Sun Ziyi. Sun Ziyi pulled her aside and scoffed, "He must not know Qian Yiming's identity. This is good too. Offending Qian Yiming means Xiao Zhan will have no foothold in Quancheng. We can use Qian Yiming to get rid of this scoundrel, and then I'll introduce you to Shaohui's better friends. We can kill two birds with one stone and save a lot of trouble."
"But..."
"Listen to me, I'm right!"
Sun Ziyi held onto Su Muqiu tightly, waiting to watch the show.
"Boy, are you talking to me?"
Qian Yiming put away the bank card he was holding out and looked back at Xiao Zhan, a playful look in his eyes, as if looking down at a negligible ant. He sneered coldly, "Say that again if you dare. In Quancheng, you're the first to snatch something from me."
"Is that so?"
Xiao Zhan strode to the counter, standing face to face with Qian Yiming, meeting his gaze fearlessly. He casually said, "I've changed my mind. I want not just this white dress, but everything in this store.
"If you want to buy anything, go to another store. Don't get in my way here."
His voice wasn't loud, but it was like thunder crashing down.
In an instant, everyone was stunned speechless. They never expected that Xiao Zhan would actually dare to confront Qian Yiming like this!
Telling Qian Yiming to get lost?
He was clearly courting death here.
"Seeking death!"
Chen Shaohui whispered, "Not only is the Qian family rich and powerful, Qian Yiming is also the chairman of the city's martial arts association. He runs a security company with hundreds of martial artists that he has personally trained. With one word from him, Xiao Zhan can easily disappear from Quancheng, or even from this world..."
"Killing someone is easier for him than crushing an ant!"
Sun Ziyi's face was ashen. "Muqiu, this guy's brain must have been kicked by a donkey. I knew he was violent, but didn't expect he would be suicidal..."
To be honest, Sun Ziyi now regretted stopping Su Muqiu earlier and not letting her stop Xiao Zhan. Although she disliked Xiao Zhan and wanted to use Qian Yiming to teach him a lesson and break them up, she didn't wish him dead.
As things escalated, it would be hard to end well.
Su Muqiu rushed over to grab Xiao Zhan's arm, worried. "It's just a dress. Since this lady likes it, let her have it. We can go to other stores. There may be even better ones..."
As she spoke, she tried to pull Xiao Zhan away.
"Let her have it?"
But Qian Yiming had no intention of letting this go. He sized up Su Muqiu, a flash of greed in his eyes. He sneered, "Boy, you have quite a beauty. If you want to let this go, how about letting me play with your wife for a few days? We'll call it even for today if you do. What do you say?"
Bang!
Almost at the same moment Qian Yiming finished speaking, Xiao Zhan acted without any hesitation, lashing out violently.
He kicked Qian Yiming in the stomach.
Qian Yiming never dreamed Xiao Zhan would dare attack him, so he was completely unguarded. All he felt was a piercing pain in his stomach before his whole body went flying.
He flew out over three meters, landing in the hallway outside the store.
Pu!
A mouthful of blood sprayed out, staining a large area of the floor.
Dead silence!
Xiao Zhan's movements were too fast. Too fast. And he gave no warning before striking, still as a mountain one second and vicious as a tiger the next. In the blink of an eye, Qian Yiming was kicked flying.
"You, you, you..."
The young woman's eyes were wide open, as if her eyeballs would pop out of their sockets. She trembled violently inside, pointing at Xiao Zhan but unable to curse. She turned to help Qian Yiming up, crying, "Bro Yiming! Are you okay?"
Again...
Su Muqiu was also dumbstruck, stunned silly. Although she had personally witnessed Xiao Zhan in action at the Empress Grand Hotel, she knew he was formidable. But that time, he was only against Su family bodyguards. This time, he had struck the son of Quancheng's richest man!
The nature was completely different!
"It's over. You've caused huge trouble."
Su Muqiu's heart sank to the bottom, utter despair in her voice. "Do you know who he is? He's the son of Quancheng's richest man, Qian Bancheng! Hitting him, not just you, even if it were the entire Su family, we couldn't withstand the wrath of the Qian family!"
"The richest man?"
Xiao Zhan frowned, then smiled. "So what? I said from now on, no one can bully you and Little Meng. Not just some Quancheng richest man. Even if the Jade Emperor came, anyone who dares disrespect you, I'll strike without hesitation."
His tone was plain, but carried an indescribable aura.
"You!"
Su Muqiu opened her mouth, meeting Xiao Zhan's determined gaze. She had wanted to rebuke him, but couldn't get the words out.
He was right. Xiao Zhan had fought for her twice now, regardless of cost or consequence.
To protect her unconditionally.
"Fool!"
Sun Ziyi walked over, face black. "I see clearly now. Although you're not much, you do truly care for Muqiu. For her, you even dare hit Qian Yiming."
"But have you thought this through? What happens after you hit him? You can indulge yourself and feel good, but what about Muqiu? The Su family? Once the Qian family retaliates, you're just a newly freed rapist with nothing. You don't care, but what about them? They'll all be implicated by your recklessness and pay the price!"
"Humph, you're simply a fool with a one-track mind!"
Sun Ziyi scolded more and more fiercely. Still, she was genuinely concerned for Su Muqiu.
Xiao Zhan didn't blame her.
"The trouble I stir up, I can resolve myself."
"You!"
With one sentence, Xiao Zhan left Sun Ziyi fuming through gritted teeth. She pulled Su Muqiu behind herself and scoffed, "Fine! Since you're so stubbornly foolish, insist on hitting yourself in the face, then resolve it yourself! I want to see how you'll resolve this!"
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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!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
