Chapter 6

On the playground.

Those boys lay on the ground howling for a while, then suddenly realized there were no wounds on their bodies.

They had lost their balance for some unknown reason and fell to the ground—

But they hadn't actually suffered any terrible blows.

If anything, a few of them had fallen in the wrong position, either bruising their noses and faces or twisting their feet and hands.

They stood up, supporting each other, and left the playground.

"It's over..."

Wuxiaode muttered to himself, then suddenly felt a sense of foreboding and turned to look.

Several helicopters appeared in the sky.

As if they couldn't wait to land, someone pulled open the cabin door and jumped down from the helicopters.

They were a group of men and women in black. As soon as they appeared, they immediately rushed to Zhao Junyu's side to protect him.

"Master?"

"I'm fine. It was wrong of me to lose you earlier, I'm sorry," Zhao Junyu adjusted his glasses and said gently.

Wuxiaode, seeing this, suddenly understood.

So that's how it is!

Zhao Junyu isn't an ordinary person. If he hadn't been blinded by love, he would have had a way to protect himself!

At this moment, a man in black walked forward and asked softly, "Classmate, may I ask what your relationship is with our Master—"

Wuxiaode's heart stirred, and he took out the badge.

The man in black, upon seeing the badge, immediately relaxed and respectfully said, "I see, thank you for your timely assistance."

Wuxiaode nodded, then his face suddenly changed, and he immediately ran out of the playground.

With a light leap, he jumped over the wall and disappeared.

The men in black looked at each other, somewhat at a loss.

The leader of the men in black had been on the phone and now whispered into the phone, "It's over, Master is safe."

A cold female voice came from the phone:

"Bring Master back."

"Yes."

Zhao Junyu looked at the slowly landing helicopters, couldn't help but sigh, and his face looked somewhat dejected.

He looked at the crowd in the distance.

He saw Sun Mingyue with her almond eyes wide open, looking at him in disbelief.

She seemed to have realized something, picked up her phone, and started tapping rapidly.

Zhao Junyu felt his pocket vibrating non-stop. When he took out his phone, the screen was full of messages from her.

"Master? The Young Lady is waiting for you," a man in black said respectfully.

The smile on Zhao Junyu's face gradually faded.

He handed his phone to the person next to him and said with a bored expression, "This phone is no longer safe, get me a new one."

"Yes, Master."

"Let's go, don't keep my sister waiting, she'll get angry."

...

Chang Lake.

The moonlight shone on Chang Lake, creating a shimmering, snowy glow.

In a small pavilion, a woman sat holding a fan.

There was no one around.

She was intently watching the holographic image projected on the table.

In the image, a boy of about seven or eight years old was running, followed by nine children of similar age.

The boy ran up the stairs, turned around, and kicked the two children who were right behind him, sending them tumbling down.

"Come on!"

He shouted fiercely and continued running down the corridor.

The number of people chasing him was now seven.

The boy pulled out a chair from the classroom and thrust it hard into the stomach of another boy who was chasing him, then continued running.

He ran and fought, finally bringing everyone down before stopping.

He was breathing heavily, slowly walked to a chubby boy, sat on him, grabbed the boy's collar, and pulled him up, asking:

"Who did you say was a parentless brat?"

The chubby boy stubbornly said, "You, your family is all dead, you're a bastard."

The boy threw a punch, one after another, until the other boy begged for mercy before he stopped.

—The scene ended here.

A male voice said, "Young Lady, the earliest information we could find is this."

The woman asked, "What about the surveillance footage from the playground? Have you retrieved it?"

"It's been retrieved," the male voice said.

The holographic image changed.

The little boy from the past had grown up.

He took the rose from Zhao Junyu, gave it to Li Zheng, and took control of the situation.

Then—

A fight.

Fighting against more than twenty people, he went through their entire group, and when he looked back, everyone was lying on the ground groaning.

The male voice said again, "We have confirmed that Li Zheng is one of them."

"So they were trying to create an accident to kill my brother, right?" the woman said with a half-smile.

"Li Zheng had a gun, one that had been smuggled out of the military, and it was disarmed by Wuxiaode on the playground," the male voice stated.

The woman pondered for a moment and said softly, "What a powerful Iron Wire Fist... I remember this set of boxing techniques has a secret move that can fight a hundred people."

"Yes, Young Lady, this move has been lost for three hundred years, and we don't know why it reappeared in his hands," the male voice said from the speaker.

"Has his badge been verified?" the woman asked.

"It has been verified, it's real," the male voice said.

"Then there's no problem. He is a hidden piece left by our ancestors, who will only appear in times of crisis," the woman said.

"Young Lady, Master is here," the male voice said.

"Hmm," the woman responded indifferently.

A small boat floated on the water, stopping in front of the pavilion.

Zhao Junyu entered the pavilion and sat down opposite the woman, looking dejected.

"Have you tasted the flavor of love?" the woman asked.

Zhao Junyu picked up the wine on the table, poured himself a cup, drank it in one gulp, and said:

"Love? With my family background and status, how could I have such things?—I was naive."

Zhao Junyu put down the wine cup, shook his head, but a smile appeared on his face.

He picked up a piece of cake with his chopsticks and ate it with relish.

The woman watched him, and her expression softened. She said, "You are indeed of age. I'll arrange a blind date for you next month."

"No need," Zhao Junyu said.

"Why?" the woman asked.

"I'm not interested in that for now. Instead, I want to meet that guardian," Zhao Junyu said.

The woman looked at him, somewhat uncertain, and asked, "Why?"

"The world is about to change, and I am naturally unable to practice martial arts. I should be making friends with the future heroes," Zhao Junyu said.

The woman looked pleased and nodded, "Go ahead, I support you."

Zhao Junyu stood up, ready to leave.

He walked out of the pavilion, about to step onto the boat, but suddenly stopped.

"Sister, there's one more thing."

"Don't worry, I've already arranged for people to capture Li Zheng and find out who's behind him," the woman said.

"No, Sister, I want to say—actually, you're also at the age where you should consider a blind date."

"Get out."

"Yes, Sister."

...

On the pedestrian street outside the university campus.

The black leather book appeared in front of Wuxiaode, displaying a series of icy, crystalline words:

"Iron Wire Fist is a famous boxing technique from ancient times, used by martial artists to train their bodies and improve their strength."

"Note!"

"You have completely mastered the Iron Wire Fist."

"When you used the boxing technique earlier, your bones and blood began to resonate, and your soul power has already infused your body, about to help you refine your physical form."

"This refinement requires a large amount of food to supplement nutrients to prevent the failure of your strength improvement."

Just as Wuxiaode finished reading, his stomach let out a long rumble.

Hungry!

Unimaginably hungry!

He had to eat something immediately!

Wuxiaode no longer cared about walking slowly and started sprinting.

Strength improvement failure?

Are you kidding? I risked my life to get this opportunity, and it's going to fail because of a lack of food?

Wuxiaode ran while thinking rapidly.

What to eat?

What can I get the fastest?

His eyes scanned the street, and he immediately rushed into a fast-food restaurant.

It wasn't mealtime yet, so the fast-food restaurant was quiet, with almost no customers.

Wuxiaode rushed to the counter and shouted loudly:

"Give me a family bucket!"

"Ah... okay, please order through your phone," the girl behind the counter said.

"I'm ordering now, just prepare it, I'm in a hurry," Wuxiaode said.

"Are you catching a plane or a train?" the girl asked with a smile, starting to prepare the meal for Wuxiaode.

"I'm in a rush," Wuxiaode said.

A few minutes later, the family bucket was ready.

The family bucket was large, came quickly, and had high calories, making it the perfect choice for three people.

Wuxiaode was so hungry he could barely stand, and a line of text appeared in the air, reminding him to eat immediately.

Without hesitation, Wuxiaode carried the family bucket to a corner, sat down, and started eating voraciously.

As he ate, he noticed something strange.

His digestive system felt unfamiliar—

The food was being digested as soon as he swallowed it.

With such a digestive system, this family bucket would be finished quickly, and the energy it provided might not be enough!

Wuxiaode continued eating while opening his phone and placing another order.

Another family bucket.

The girl behind the counter exclaimed and started preparing the meal again.

When she finished preparing the food and turned around, she saw Wuxiaode standing in front of her, ready to take the tray.

"You..."

"Thank you!"

Wuxiaode took the tray and ran back to his seat, resuming his voracious eating.

As he ate, he placed another order.

Another family bucket.

The girl behind the counter looked at the order screen, her face showing disbelief.

This person... it's like he was reborn as a hungry ghost.

How can one person eat so much?

Is he trying to kill himself?

Despite her thoughts, she prepared the food out of professional habit.

As soon as the tray was ready, the young man was already standing at the counter.

"Thank you, I'm full. This is for my roommates," Wuxiaode nodded and smiled.

—He also considered the impact and didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble.

The girl looked relieved and said softly, "Your meal is ready, let me pack it for you."

The food was quickly packed.

Wuxiaode thanked her again, turned, and left the fast-food restaurant.

As soon as he left, he started running with the food.

For some reason, he felt light as a feather while running.

—His body was full of endless strength!

A few minutes later.

He arrived at another fast-food restaurant.

He pushed the door open.

A chubby man at the counter shouted loudly, "Customer with phone number ending in 1396, your family bucket is ready."

"Here!"

Wuxiaode shouted, took the meal, found a corner seat, and started eating like a whirlwind.

He repeated this strategy, visiting seven or eight fast-food restaurants, eating for over an hour.

Finally, the feeling of hunger disappeared.

Wuxiaode felt his body filled with an indescribable strength, a strength that made him feel like he could break anything.

Wuxiaode wiped his mouth, stood up, and walked to the sink, washing his hands while looking at himself in the mirror.

His previously slim body had "thickened" somewhat, his eyes were bright, and he looked very energetic.

He seemed to have grown a few inches taller.

Is this the change brought by the Iron Wire Fist?

A series of crystal-clear, frosty words appeared in the air:

"Congratulations!"

"The Iron Wire Fist's secret move has successfully refined your body, causing a transformation like a rebirth."

"Your physical strength is five times that of an ordinary person."

"Special Note: Using soul power to perform the Iron Wire Fist will cause the technique to undergo a dramatic change."

"—The more soul power you have, the more powerful the technique will be."

"Current soul power: 3/3."

Wuxiaode silently turned off the faucet, turned, and walked out of the fast-food restaurant, stopping at a street corner.

There was no one around.

Wuxiaode took a few steps, lightly leaped, and cleared the wall, landing in the park.

"So easy..."

He instinctively reached out and lightly grabbed the wall.

A brick was directly crushed, and the small pieces of stone were crushed into powder in his hand.

Five times the physical strength.

Tsk.

This is already very powerful.

What would it be like if he used soul power?

Wuxiaode focused, and immediately mobilized the soul power in his body.

When he was about to strike, a layer of gray, lingering mist seemed to emanate from his hand.

This was the effect of soul power.

Wuxiaode looked around, saw no one, and no cameras, then stretched out his hand, clenched his fist, and struck the wall with all his might.

Iron Wire Fist·Impact!

Thud!

A loud, dull sound.

The wall was directly punched through with a large hole!

Wuxiaode was stunned.

This kind of strength was like something from a kung fu movie.

In the air, the black leather book of the undead appeared with a few lines of text:

"The entire Iron Wire Fist consists of six types of force: Impact, Collapse, Swing, Crush, Hammer. Each has unique power, and the sixth move, Iron Hand Blocking the River, is a secret move with immense power."

"You consumed 1 point of soul power to perform Iron Wire Fist·Impact."

"Current soul power: 2/3."

"Reminder:"

"Rest and eating can restore soul power, but it will not exceed the limit."

"Special Reminder:"

"You need more soul power to fully unleash the true power of the Iron Wire Fist."