Chapter 134: Striking Across the Mountain to Hit the Ox

Chapter 134

Li Xin’s combat power was calculated primarily based on the game data from "Journey," supplemented by his own physical condition.

On this metric alone, he stood among the elite of humanity. The thugs he faced were all hardened veterans retired from military service with impressive combat skills, yet their power levels only hovered around 1800. An average person would rank between 500 and 1000. Even professional boxers and martial artists—like the wealthy young playboy Zhang Yifei—typically fell into the 1500 to 2000 range.

Those who could exceed 2000 were exceptionally rare.

According to Li Xin’s estimates, such individuals would have to be veteran martial artists who had spent years honing their craft, such as the staff-wielding monks and Arhats of Shaolin, or the Taiji masters of the various Wudang sects.

Yet, even if they were to face him, they would not withstand a single blow from Li Xin.

The domineering King of Games system had forcibly imbued Li Xin with god-like abilities, pushing him to near-superhuman levels. Moreover, if the raw data inherent to the King of Games system were factored in, Li Xin’s combat power would not merely be 5600; it would expand exponentially.

Though the twelve men before him were fast, imposing, and strong, in his eyes, they were as frail as reeds, not worth mentioning.

Stepping past the wall of bodies, Li Xin glanced at the anxious Jiang Chuxue and smiled gently. This smile—so casual, so confident, so calm—left Jiang Chuxue utterly bewildered.

On the other side, Third Master Xu, who had been playing around with a beautiful woman, caught a glimpse of this through a gap in the human wall. His heart skipped a beat, and a sense of foreboding washed over him.

It all happened in a flash. Li Xin moved.

He raised his right hand, curled his fingers into a tight fist, and punched forward. The blow was thunderous, as if it contained the crushing weight of the Five Sacred Mountains; it was earth-shaking, as if it sought to swallow the heavens and the earth; it was swift as lightning, surpassing lightning itself.

*Puff!*

He did not strike the thugs directly, yet the air itself let out a sharp, tearing sound that made one’s scalp tingle. It was as if a massive, invisible shockwave had instantly flooded the space, radiating violently in every direction.

The twelve men in black were struck by this invisible force and sent flying simultaneously like kites with severed strings.

It was only when they hit the ground in unison with a series of dull thuds that they began to howl in pain, their bodies feeling as though they had been shattered into pieces.

"Ah, it hurts! It hurts so much!"

Then came another scream, even louder and more miserable.

It was Third Master Xu, who had been kissing the woman on the sofa. He suddenly clutched his chest and collapsed to his knees, wailing and groaning. He felt a profound weakness throughout his body, as if a needle had been driven deep into his heart. The excruciating, numbing itch was far worse than the pain of bone-scraping, giving him an overwhelming urge to tear his own body apart.

Having just seen his thugs swatted away in a single blow, he was already terrified to the core. But he had not expected something even more horrifying: this outsider possessed the legendary skill of striking from a distance.

To put it bluntly, nearly half of the force of that punch had been vented directly onto him. And that was only because Li Xin had shown restraint; otherwise, he could have been blown to pieces on the spot.

He was truly terrified, truly regretful. How could he have been so foolish as to let himself be used as a pawn?

Jiang Chuxue’s beautiful, long phoenix eyes were wide open, not even blinking. Her fair face flushed red before turning ashen; she could not believe what she was seeing. Her cherry-red lips were formed into an 'O' shape, covered by her delicate, snow-white hands, as she struggled to contain her shock.

She had never imagined that the man she thought was suffering from a debilitating illness was actually a rare, world-class expert. Subconsciously, she began to compare Li Xin with the top masters within the Shengshi Jiang Clan.

As it turned out, almost no one was more powerful than him.

Except for that one person.

Li Xin clapped his hands, bent down to pick up the bag that had fallen to the floor, and smiled at Jiang Chuxue, acting as if nothing had happened.

"Third Master, I intended to take your arm, but I decided against it. You know what needs to be done before tonight."

With that, he took the still-dazed Jiang Chuxue by the hand, opened the door, and walked out.

*Whoosh—* The onlookers instinctively parted, none daring to utter a word. Moments ago, they had seen the thugs surround them and assumed the man was about to be beaten, but no one could have anticipated such a shocking conclusion.

This man was truly indescribably powerful—words were simply insufficient to describe him.

It was only after the two had entered the elevator and ascended that the crowd began to whisper.

"Damn, who is that badass? He took down twelve men with one punch and can strike from a distance. Could he be the long-lost leader of the Ming Cult?"

"What nonsense, the Ming Cult leader is a villain; does he look like one to you?"

"He looks familiar. Hey, do you remember the Pepsi team? That woman seems to be their Vice President, Jiang Chuxue."

"What? It’s the beauty Jiang? No wonder she’s so stunning, those legs are to die for."

"Die for your sister, watch out or that expert will blow your balls off. I remember him now. He’s the one who led Pepsi to four straight wins to reach the finals and caught the eye of the Young Master of Jinghua for investment."

"It’s him?!"

The crowd gasped in shock, spreading the news, yet they felt a bitter disappointment that they had forgotten to take photos.

On the fifth floor of the Wanda Plaza, there was a large entertainment complex in the southwest corner. It integrated various forms of recreation and was the top choice for many young people. The most talked-about spot was the Wanda KTV. Just like the Zuiyue Pavilion owned by the Young Master of Jinghua, it was a gathering place for celebrities and businessmen.

If one were to find two high-society hotspots in HZ City with completely different styles, these two were the only candidates.

Zuiyue Pavilion represented elegance, propriety, and refinement, while Wanda KTV represented luxury, indulgence, and decadence.

Sheng Yang’s status was extraordinary, so upon hearing he would be visiting, the duty manager had prepared the largest and best Grade A private room. Sheng Yang, Wang Kai, and their companions had been enjoying themselves, but a faint air of resentment lingered between Sheng Yang’s brows.

Giving in to his friends' persuasion, he had chosen the song "Sadness 1999" by Jacky Cheung. Just as he was singing with passion and the room was filled with cheers and applause, the door suddenly opened.

A young man in a light grey suit walked in quickly, headed straight for Sheng Yang, and whispered a few words into his ear.

This young man was the very person who had been tailing and monitoring Jiang Chuxue and Li Xin.

Sheng Yang’s face turned deathly pale. His hands went limp, and the microphone slipped to the floor with a loud *thud*, followed by a piercing screech.

Wang Kai quickly turned off the sound system and leaned in to ask what was happening. The young man in the grey suit greeted him and repeated the report.

Wang Kai’s face darkened as well.

Neither of them could believe that the man was actually such a rare, top-tier expert. Leaving aside Wang Kai, the key was Sheng Yang. With his intelligence, he instantly understood the intentions of Jinghua and Duan Rulong.

"Heh, those two bastards actually got ahead of me!"

He growled, then kicked the microphone on the floor, crushing it to pieces.