When Baiyu said those words, a power arose from within him out of nowhere.
He couldn't find any source for it at all.
This feeling... this feeling of getting stronger just by breathing, although a bit shameless, is just too exhilarating!
To the rest of the dojo members, Baiyu's words sounded a bit immature.
Even Qin Shou had a constipated expression on his face.
"Little Brother Bai, even if it's just a sparring match, be careful. After all, fists and feet don't have eyes," Liu Kui reminded again.
If it weren't for Qin Shou's instructions, he really didn't want to make a move.
Against an ordinary person, he might seriously hurt or even kill them with one punch.
"No holding back, give it your all!"
Baiyu's eyes were bright and focused.
As soon as he finished his words, that feeling of power increased again.
Baiyu even wondered if this aura was somehow related to a sense of shame.
As long as he said these kinds of embarrassingly bold words, he could increase his power.
Boy, do you want power?
No matter what you want, if you want it, abandon your shame!
In the center of the field, Liu Kui, who started with good intentions, was now irked by Baiyu's incredibly immature words, feeling extremely annoyed.
The surrounding disciples of the Iron Stone Martial Arts Dojo were also at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
Big Brother Liu's kind reminder, fearing he might accidentally kill you with a punch, yet you provoke him again and again, it's just infuriating!
But, Baiyu's passionate demeanor made it hard for anyone to stay mad.
"Come on, hit me with all you've got. I'm ready!" Baiyu assumed a stance, his body bubbling with powerful energy, shouting at Liu Kui from afar.
Seeing no response from the other side.
Baiyu shouted again: "Come on, strike! Liu Kui, punch me!!"
Liu Kui, holding back his fire, was determined to teach Baiyu a lesson.
He shook his right arm, stomped hard on the ground, and with the violent reaction force, shot towards Baiyu like an arrow leaving the bow. His fist, raised high overhead, came crashing down with an imposing momentum.
In just over a second, he crossed the ten meters between them.
The dojo members could even feel a hot wind whipped up by Liu Kui's movement hitting them.
"Iron Stone Fist? Brother Liu is so serious?"
A female disciple exclaimed.
Iron Stone Fist is the signature Spirit Technique of the Iron Stone Martial Arts Dojo.
It can mobilize the body's blood qi, concentrating it into the fists, even breaking stones.
But halfway through the punch, the growing momentum stunned everyone around.
"This is bad, Brother Liu has lost control of his strength, Baiyu isn't even a Quasi-Martial Artist, he can't take this punch!"
"Brother Liu is currently Introducing Spirit into the Body, tempering his physical form, advancing to Tier Nine Martial Artist, and temporarily lost control of his strength. Stop him, Baiyu is in danger!"
Several dojo disciples shouted urgently.
Qin Shou's face grew grim, the Mechanical Armament on his arm charged up, ready to intervene.
Even Liu Kui's expression changed.
He originally intended to give Baiyu a small lesson.
But midway, the strength surged forward like water through a breached dam, impossible to stop.
The power built up in his fist felt like a heavy load, impossible to reverse.
In desperation, he shouted.
But evidently it was useless.
Baiyu, who intended to test the aura's effect, would never dodge.
He stood his ground, watching as the powerful fist grew larger in his pupils, the blood qi rolling in front of him.
Just as everyone around was about to scream.
Baiyu stretched out a hand, firmly catching Liu Kui's fist, his body unmoved, his eyes showing a touch of loneliness: "Thank you."
The situation on site left everyone stunned.
Baiyu easily caught Liu Kui's terrifying punch, without even moving from his spot, casually calm!
Everyone present, including Liu Kui, wore expressions of shock.
"Whoa whoa, Yu Bro, enough already. Showing off could get you killed." Qin Shou sighed in relief, yet was also shocked by how Baiyu had managed to do that.
Liu Kui's punch was definitely not something an ordinary person could take.
But Baiyu did, and with such ease!
Even knowing his buddy often acted unpredictably, this was a bit much.
"I must have underestimated, truly a top student from Linjiang First Middle School, Yu Bro's blood qi merging with Spiritual Power has surpassed 200 cards, and so restrained, not a ripple felt."
Liu Kui, face flushed, retracted his fist, and complimented.
He had no resentment or dissatisfaction.
After all, they clearly understood the relationship between Baiyu and their young master, the stronger Baiyu was, the more they could benefit in the future.
The surrounding group changed their previous bookworm impression of Baiyu. Not only is this kid good at academics, his combat skills are also strong.
Nowadays, schools emphasize both cultural and martial aspects.
With only academic grades, how could someone become the first in Linjiang First Middle School?
But thinking back to themselves at Baiyu's age, they felt a little embarrassed.
Comparisons are infuriating!
"Everyone out, please."
Qin Shou told the group of subordinates to leave, then looked over like a monster: "Yu Bro, you've got it. Hidden abilities, even able to withstand a Tier Nine Martial Artist level attack."
"Knowledge is power."
Baiyu, serious, softly coughed: "Recently I discovered that saying some embarrassing words can..."
"Stop, stop, I don't want to know how you took that punch from Liu Kui."
Qin Shou laughed: "Knowing too much is not good, those who know too much in dramas often end up dead. But with your strength, even if it's unstable, our success rate for tonight's operation has increased a lot."
Everyone has secrets.
Qin Shou is no exception.
Even between the closest lovers and family, some personal space should be kept.
He didn't want to pry into Baiyu's secrets, Baiyu must have his reasons for not telling him.
"Strong survival instincts, young man." Baiyu rolled his eyes: "I was initially planning to make up a lame excuse to brush this off, but you didn't even give me a chance."
"Hey hey, even if making up excuses, don't blatantly tell me, and emphasizing a lame excuse is ridiculous, it makes me seem low IQ in front of you!"
Qin Shou's face changed, he complained intensely.
"Couldn't help it. Besides, I wasn't really fooling you.
I truly need to say some really embarrassing, immature things to get stronger.
Like 'I will be the man to become the Extraordinary King', 'I will fight to protect my companions', 'We promised each other', and such."
"Stop, I had a big lunch, feeling a bit nauseous."
As evening approached.
Two mechanical bikes were parked in front of the Iron Stone Martial Arts Dojo.
Their build, a combination of machinery and high-tech design, caught the eyes of passing pedestrians.
Developed by the Celestial Fire Machinery Company, the Warfire G012 model, powered by a Magic Kinetic Core.
Its top speed can reach up to 500KM/H, and it features powerful tri-mode capabilities: land, sea, and air.
The core engine even incorporates 'Living Iron', greatly enhancing the bike's performance, though it's notoriously expensive.
One such Warfire bike costs as much as several top-tier sports cars, and it's not readily available even at those prices.
Baiyu and Qin Shou managed to acquire them, thanks to their parents' old friends.
Many times, Baiyu felt thankful for his "parents" whom he never met. Even posthumously, they left many convenient opportunities.
"Let's go, Liu Kui and they have already headed over to set up. We decide the exact meeting location, this is our biggest advantage. Of course, they might have the confidence to dominate us."
From the afternoon's interactions, trouble comes knocking regardless of his intentions.
To truly avoid trouble, he would've had to never encounter that Demon Paper in the first place.
But without interacting, the Simulation Realm wouldn't disappear, Lin Shan wouldn't have easily found and killed the aberrant female streamer, Baiyu might have died in the Simulation Realm.
Now his strategy is, rather than waiting helplessly for trouble to come at an unknown time, he'd rather strike back strongly.