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"What, you plan to cause trouble and run away?"

His shoulder was pressed down, but Xiahou Shen didn't take it seriously. He simply mustered his Power, concentrated it in his shoulder, and with a shake, the Power exploded violently.

His Power had nearly reached the professional fifth level in terms of magnitude. Even though this was not his full strength, it was enough to shatter a common person's hand into a comminuted fracture.

It was merely a small lesson for this ignorant person.

However, to his surprise, the hand remained unmoved.

The explosive Power, like a clay ox entering the sea, disappeared without a trace the moment it contacted the hand, silent and traceless.

If it weren't for the increased blood flow caused by channeling Energy that still lingered in his body, he would have almost thought he had made a mistake and hadn't used any Power at all.

'Wrong, this is a master.'

Realizing something was amiss, Xiahou Shen immediately reacted and reached out to grab the slender hand pressing on his shoulder.

Xue Jing had only intended to keep this man here for a discussion about compensation with the chatty driver, still at the stage of wanting to reason.

But this man seemed quite resistant to compensation and had even resorted to using Power.

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Then Xue Jing couldn't be bothered to play the civilized person any longer.

He moved directly into the physical confrontation stage.

Power surged, the True Dragon rapidly taking form within his body, accompanied by a roaring sound as it rushed into his palm, and on his slender jade-like fingers, visible white waves appeared.

The white wave faintly assumed the shape of a dragon's head, with two rows of sharp dragon teeth overlapping Xue Jing's fingers.

Fingers as tough as refined steel suddenly clenched.

Dragon-Shaped Energy, a True Dragon's bite!

"Crack—"

Five fingers, sharp as dragon teeth, pierced into the opponent's shoulder clavicle like hammering nails, producing the sound of bone crunching.

His shoulder was turned into a mass of flesh, the bones fractured and protruded out of the skin. The hand that pierced in left behind two rows of deep bloody holes, as if it had been bitten by a large ferocious beast.

"Nice move!"

Despite the excruciating pain from his torn muscles and shattered bones, Xiahou Shen's expression only changed slightly. Knowing that the person behind him had profound Cultivation and had reached the level of Manifested Qi, he understood that he couldn't compete with him in terms of Power.

Making a split-second decision and with a determined look, he bore the pain and forcibly pulled his shoulder out of the grip, which was like an iron vise.

"Rip—"

A large chunk of flesh and bone was torn from his shoulder in the struggle.

Such decisiveness, to be so ruthless to oneself, even Xue Jing shrank his pupils slightly, surprised and unable to predict the move, causing his action to be momentarily delayed, slower by a beat.

Xiahou Shen knew that he had paid the price of a severe injury for an excellent chance to counterattack. Without any hesitation, he immediately ignited his entire body's Inner Strength.

In a high-level fighters' clash, every fraction of a second was critical. The deadly moves of the School of Martial Arts he practiced all required some time to charge up, which he simply didn't have.

Therefore, in an extremely short time, he had to channel Energy to the fullest, estimate the height of his opponent based on where the hand had pressed his shoulder, predict the position of the opponent's neck, and swing a backward Swing Fist.

Although it was not a deadly move, he was confident that even a martial artist who had mastered Organ Training at fifth or sixth level, if hit in the neck by this Swing Fist, would be at least half dead.

If the opponent's Kungfu Body was lacking in Defense, a fatal blow was possible.

Even if the opponent managed to block in reaction, he would still have the advantage of initiating the attack, and he had follow-up combos that wouldn't leave any gaps for the opponent to gather Qi Force and counterattack.

As an experienced professional martial artist, he had participated in numerous competitions and had a wealth of actual combat experience. He would never give his opponent another chance to strike back.

In the brief moment of turning around, Xiahou Shen also caught a glimpse of the person behind him.

To his surprise, it wasn't the young or middle-aged person he had envisioned, but a clearly underage boy with an immature face.

'Another genius? Must be here for the U19 tournament... The quality of this year's U19 is ridiculously high. It's just one of the city's elimination rounds, and besides those few, there's actually such a monster...'

'To have trained Power to such an extent at this age, probably someone who spent all their early years laying the foundation before touching actual combat...'

'No cause for concern.'

Xiahou Shen's thoughts raced, but his movements didn't slow down at all. The fist, fueled by Explosive Internal Energy, landed harshly on the boy's neck.

"Boom!"

After the sound of the blow, like a great hammer striking a steel plate, Xiahou Shen's pupils instantly contracted to their limits.

"How is this possible!?"

This punch, powerful enough to break metal and crush stone, when it landed on the boy's seemingly fragile neck, didn't move at all.

It was as if he had struck not a person but an ancient towering pine that had stood unmoving against the winds and rains for hundreds of years.

His follow-up combo, which he had anticipated, stuttered due to the result, which completely deviated from his understanding.

Before Xiahou Shen could recover from his shock, a hand, moving at a speed he couldn't comprehend, clasped his neck, lifting him up into the air.

Thick and strong Qi Force surged from the palm into his neck, locking several key parts of his body, preventing the use of Internal Energy due to his constricted airway, rendering Xiahou Shen incapable of resisting. He hung in the air, stiffened.

"Good thinking, decisive response, and not a slow movement."

"It's just the strength that's lacking a little bit."

Xue Jing looked at the man he was holding in his hand, speaking in an even tone.