Chapter 17

Chapter 18: Energy Flood

At the moment of being teleported out, Qian Xing received a prompt: "You cannot display the power from the arena in front of anyone weaker than you. Once displayed, only one of you can survive. If the opponent is stronger than you, this rule does not apply."

In other words, if Qian Xing displayed his power in front of anyone weaker than him, and the opponent did not die, then Qian Xing would have to die.

Of course, if the opponent was stronger, this rule did not apply.

If the opponent was stronger, not using the power obtained from the arena to fight or escape, would he just wait to be killed by the opponent?

This rule was very cruel, but the latter part was somewhat reasonable. Even God could not guarantee what a normal person in the real world would encounter in the next moment!

Looking at the familiar hallway, Qian Xing felt as if he had been away for a hundred years, with a sense of being in a different world!

I'm still alive! I'm back! "Beautiful life, I love you—"

Qian Xing couldn't help but let out a wolf-like howl, which echoed throughout the entire building.

It seemed that Mr. Qian had forgotten that his current strength had greatly increased, and his howl was much more powerful than before.

Immediately, a chorus of curses came from downstairs: "Where did that wild man come from, howling like that—"

Oh, Mr. Qian stuck out his tongue, remembering that he had injured a city management officer before entering the space. One must be low-key.

He sneaked down the stairs and only then noticed that it was already dusk.

The smell of food wafted from the shared apartment. It must be Ah Hua, the chubby one, cooking. It seemed that many fat people were good at cooking. Was it because they ate a lot?

Opening the door, the few classmates who were gathered around the table, preparing to eat, all froze when they saw Qian Xing enter!

"Coin! You weren't caught, that's great!"

The happiest was the chubby Ah Hua. Qian Xing often discussed cooking techniques with him while selling skewers, and the food-loving fatty became Qian Xing's close friend.

The other classmates, however, had a mix of joy and regret, and something indescribable in their expressions.

In their view, often skipping classes to sell skewers was somewhat embarrassing, so only Ah Hua and Qian Xing had the best relationship.

Having not eaten a proper meal for a long time, Qian Xing pounced on the food, wolfing it down while vaguely answering the questions about where he had been for the past ten days and inquiring about any news in the past two days.

As he ate, Qian Xing's movements slowed down. The incident with the city management officer had escalated, and the police had already contacted the school to arrest him for criminal responsibility. Under pressure from various sides, the school had also announced his expulsion!

Ten years of hard study, all for nothing?

Qian Xing's mind went blank for a moment before he gradually came to his senses!

Fortunately, he had entered the arena, undergone a transformation, and now possessed great power, no longer just a third-year student earning a living by selling skewers.

Although the tasks in the arena were extremely dangerous, and he could die at any moment, Qian Xing was unsure whether entering the arena was a blessing or a curse.

The classmates only saw the muscles on Qian Xing's face twitch, then become expressionless and hollow, thinking that Qian Xing must have been scared silly by the news!

The fatty took out his wallet and pulled out all the bills, about seven or eight hundred yuan, "Coin, I'll take over your skewer stand! Take this money first, and I'll get you another thousand tomorrow!"

Qian Xing's skewer stand used materials from the school laboratory, and the few classmates had helped, so it didn't cost much.

Qian Xing knew that the fatty was intentionally helping him but was afraid he wouldn't accept it.

Qian Xing didn't say anything, silently took the money, and tightly gripped the fatty's hand.

Good brother, no need to say more.

After dinner, Qian Xing lay on the bed, looking at the moonlight outside the window, feeling a myriad of emotions.

Moonlight? Suddenly, something inside Qian Xing was stirred by the moonlight!

Moonlight? It's also a form of energy! A form of magic power!

Several descriptions of moonlight in the hellish language appeared in Qian Xing's mind!

Qian Xing knew that this was one of the limited pieces of knowledge passed down in the Chacha demon bloodline.

Since he couldn't sleep anyway, Qian Xing got up and headed towards the Qinghu Park at the edge of the city.

Qinghu Park was a distance from the apartment complex where Qian Xing lived, located at the edge of the small city. There was a small hill where one could see the moon rise and set, and there were few people at night, making it a good place to explore magic power and practice.

Taking the bus, it took only twenty minutes to cover the distance that usually took forty minutes.

Qian Xing found that even without using the internal skills of the Nine Yin Manual or the magic power of the Chacha demon, his physical condition had improved dramatically. Walking felt almost as if his feet didn't touch the ground, with a smooth, flowing sensation.

His pace was as fast as when he ran three kilometers, and after such a long journey, his breathing hadn't even quickened!

By 9:30 PM, there were already few visitors in Qinghu Park.

Qian Xing reached the top of the small hill, chose a secluded spot where he could see the moonlight, and sat down cross-legged, beginning to practice the breathing techniques from the Nine Yin Manual to absorb the energy of heaven and earth.

Absorbing the energy of heaven, earth, sun, and moon is a common practice in all Chinese martial arts. When practicing the Iron Sand Palm, he was required to absorb the yang energy of the rising sun every morning.

However, after practicing for five or six years, he could only faintly feel a tiny bit of the sun's yang energy being absorbed into his body.

But today, facing the moon, as soon as he started the moon-absorbing technique from the Nine Yin Manual, he immediately felt that the moon in the sky had turned into an endless sea— a sea of energy.

A clear and distinct stream of energy flowed directly from the sea of moon energy, and the absorbed moon energy followed the route of the Nine Yin Manual, circulating through all the meridians in his body. Most of the moon energy settled in the lower dantian, the traditional energy storage area in Chinese ancient martial arts, while a portion seemed to defy his will and flowed directly to his pituitary gland, the upper dantian.

Heaven! Just by assuming the posture, the amount of moon energy he felt being absorbed into his body was more than the total amount of solar energy he had absorbed over six years of practicing the Iron Sand Palm every morning!