Chapter 11: Two Fists and a Kick, Now Die
Chapter 11: Two Fists and a Kick, Now Die
It was Year 5 of the New Era. Origin Force Combat Skills hadn’t yet emerged. Humans used Primordial Force crudely—by concentrating it in their hands, feet, or weapons, then unleashing it using modern combat techniques.
The result was using at most seventy to eighty percent of its potential power. Often even less.
Liu Yijun used this same crude method. He gathered Primordial Force into his fists and struck with karate moves.
As a freshman genius, though his method was rough, Liu Yijun managed to unleash sixty to seventy percent of his Primordial Force’s potential.
But Jiang Xincheng was different. Equipped with Origin Force Combat Skills from his past life, he could unleash 100% of his Primordial Force’s power—sometimes even exceed it.
Having cultivated “Devouring the Cosmos” and “Diamond Tempering Body,” Jiang Xincheng possessed four times the Primordial Force of warriors at his level. Its purity also far surpassed his peers.
Though he’d just entered the Late Muscle-Tempering Stage, his Primordial Force reserve already matched someone at the early Tendon-Tempering Stage. Let alone Liu Yijun, who was merely at the peak of the Late Muscle-Tempering Stage.
Faced with Liu Yijun’s forceful punch, a scornful smile touched Jiang Xincheng’s lips. He met the strike head-on, refusing to dodge.
Mountain-Shaking Fist. A Mortal Grade Low Tier Origin Force Combat Skill.
Fist against fist. Like opposing forces meeting point to point. Fearless.
Seeing Jiang Xincheng not only avoid retreating but advancing towards him, a cruel gleam flashed in Liu Yijun’s eyes. He added more strength.
He’d gauged Jiang Xincheng—barely into the Late Muscle-Tempering Stage. How could this upstart challenge him, at the peak?
Plus, his karate training amplified his Primordial Force strikes. Most peers couldn’t withstand one punch. Jiang Xincheng, a mere beginner, stood no chance.
He’d shatter five of Jiang Xincheng’s fingers with this blow. Make the fool beg, ensure he never dared bother Lin Anan again.
Seeing Liu Yijun’s cruel smile, Jiang Xincheng smiled too. His inner Primordial Force surged, pushing the Mountain-Shaking Fist’s attack to its extreme.
“Boom…”
“Crack! Crack! Crack!”
Alongside the deafening impact of colliding fists came the sickening snaps of breaking bones.
But to the horror of Liu Yijun’s roommates, the one whose fingers shattered on impact wasn’t the supposedly weak Jiang Xincheng. It was Liu Yijun—the freshman genius with higher Primordial Force levels.
“AHHH!”
Agony shot through Liu Yijun like electricity—ten fingers connect to the heart. Staring at his broken hand, he shrieked, “My hand…!”
“Take my fist too!”
Jiang Xincheng struck again. His punch aimed at Liu Yijun, whose face warped in pain.
This playboy had hurt Sister Anan. Dragged her into loneliness and misery in the past life. Hatred churned in Jiang Xincheng. He wouldn’t let him off easily.
Seeing Jiang Xincheng press the attack after gaining the advantage, Liu Yijun’s expression changed. He choked back his scream, hastily formed a fist with his left hand, and swung wildly to meet the blow.
“Crack! Crack! Crack!”
“AHHH!”
Predictably, Jiang Xincheng shattered the five fingers of Liu Yijun’s left hand too.
Jiang Xincheng followed up with a kick, sending Liu Yijun flying through the air. The young man landed heavily in a distant trash bin.
“Kid! You’re dead! Stop now!”
“He broke the boss’s fingers! Ten fingers! We can’t let this slide!”
“Snap his fingers! Get revenge for the boss!”
…
Seeing Liu Yijun so brutally beaten, his roommates snapped. Furious, they charged at Jiang Xincheng.
“What’s this?! It was a fair fight! You can’t gang up!”
Lin Anan’s face paled. She rushed forward, intending to shield Jiang Xincheng.
But Jiang Xincheng was faster. He dashed at them, fists flying like whirlwinds. Liu Yijun’s strongest roommate was barely at the peak of the Mid Muscle-Tempering Stage. None were Jiang Xincheng’s match.
In a flurry of movement, Jiang Xincheng floored the group. Soon, Liu Yijun’s howls were joined by the pained cries of his friends.
Lin Anan stood dumbfounded. Nearby bystanders gawked. None imagined Jiang Xincheng possessed such strength.
Lin Anan called an ambulance. Liu Yijun and his cronies were carted off to the hospital. Jiang Xincheng stayed, drinking and chatting with Lin Anan.
Before the ambulance left, Jiang Xincheng informed Liu Yijun: he’d only met Lin Anan tonight. And thanks to Liu Yijun’s actions, he’d become her friend.
Liu Yijun realized he’d misunderstood. He hadn’t won Lin Anan back. Instead, he’d pushed her into ending things. Enraged and humiliated, he spat blood at the revelation and passed out in the ambulance.
After witnessing that wretched playboy get thoroughly thrashed, the fury and resentment in Lin Anan’s heart faded significantly. Any lingering attachment vanished when Liu Yijun accused her and Jiang Xincheng. The scoundrel who two-timed without remorse, trying to blame others? Her disappointment was absolute.
Jiang Xincheng approved of her clarity. Knowing the future, he understood: Liu Yijun didn’t deserve Lin Anan. She could not entrust her life to him. Breaking up was the right move.
Relieved and happy, they drank freely. Their bond grew closer.
Around eleven, Jiang Xincheng supported a thoroughly drunk Lin Anan towards the girls’ dormitory at Finance and Economics College.
“I won’t… go back! More… more drinks!”
She wriggled in Jiang Xincheng’s arms, resisting his guidance.
Feeling Sister Anan’s soft curves against him stirred something within Jiang Xincheng. He studied her face intently.
An exquisitely painted face, oval-shaped. Delicate willow-leaf brows. Bright, clear eyes shimmering like autumn waters.
A cherry-like mouth. A cute, upturned nose. Lustrous raven-black hair.
A face of nation-toppling beauty. Paired with her petite, graceful figure—she was a top-tier beauty.
The “College Flower” title of Finance and Economics College was well-deserved. Liu Yijun was blind to have betrayed such a treasure.
Some might dislike Lin Anan’s personality, finding it jarring: her delicate frame juxtaposed with her bold, blunt spirit.
But to Jiang Xincheng, who’d received her countless kindnesses in his past life, this was Sister Anan. His Goddess.
Perhaps not conventionally gentle, yet refreshingly direct. Not traditionally “obedient,” yet profoundly loyal—never deceiving or betraying. Not one for coy flirtation, yet fiercely righteous.
She was the Sister Anan etched in his heart. The Sister Anan whose memory made his past self’s pulse race.
Holding the peerless beauty closer, Jiang Xincheng walked towards her dorm with a joyful smile. Among Lin Anan’s roommates lived a young woman destined to be a peerless celestial beauty in the years to come.