Chapter 148: The "Fierce" Battle!
So soon there's news?
Su Jingxing raised an eyebrow and immediately dialed Shen Qian's number.
The call connected—
"Senior."
"How many Energy Stones does the other party have?" Su Jingxing inquired.
"Two," Shen Qian replied. "They said they were passed down from their ancestors—one large and one small. The large one is about fifteen centimeters long, the smaller around ten centimeters."
Su Jingxing said, "Alright, I'll take them all. Ask when they want to make the deal."
"Well, the other party mentioned in advance that if you want them, the transaction will be tomorrow night at the South Bank Bridge in the western suburbs," Shen Qian responded quickly. "The time is 11:30 p.m."
"Fine. I'll wait at the bridge and make sure they show up on time."
"Understood, Senior."
Su Jingxing hung up.
The trade was set for 11:30 p.m. at the South Bank Bridge in the western suburbs.
Was the seller cautious or did they have other intentions?
Su Jingxing chuckled softly and put away his phone.
No matter what, with his current strength, he wasn’t afraid.
The purchase price he offered for the Energy Stones was calculated by weight.
Five million Dayu Coins per kilogram!
This price was considerably high, but Su Jingxing wasn’t short of money; what he lacked was time. Hence, he deliberately set a premium price.
A single Energy Stone about ten centimeters long and palm-sized weighed roughly one kilogram.
In other words, if the two stones for tomorrow night's deal were genuine, the seller would receive over twelve million Dayu Coins.
For an ordinary person, it was like becoming rich overnight—and tax-free at that.
For Su Jingxing, it meant accelerating the maturation of the Concentration Fruit trees.
Therefore, he hoped they were authentic.
...
There was no need to test the ability called "Thunderclap."
After all, it had limited uses.
However, the Five Elements Ring obtained from the Shijia base treasury could be tested for power.
Taking out the ring, Su Jingxing first condensed his soul energy and followed the control procedure to sense the energy attributes of this celestial artifact.
The result...
"Frozen?!"
Su Jingxing was astonished.
The Five Elements were supposed to be metal, wood, water, fire, and earth—how could this ring have an ice attribute?
Or perhaps ice was classified under water?
From an essential perspective, that made sense.
Ice melts into water; water freezes into ice.
Thinking this through, Su Jingxing didn’t probe further. Instead, he carefully sensed the ice-bound ring with a surge of soul energy.
After a moment, he furrowed his brow.
After thorough inspection, he received two pieces of news: one good, one bad.
The good news was that although the ice ring was damaged, it was still usable.
The bad news was that due to the ring’s damage, it could only be used up to three times before it shattered.
If the energy mobilization was too intense, it might only last for a single use!
Essentially, it was a trump card.
Although a bit regretful, Su Jingxing didn’t dwell on it.
After all, it was a free find.
Having one to three uses was a great gain.
Correspondingly, Su Jingxing abandoned any further power testing.
These trump cards would temporarily serve only as hidden reserves.
...
The next afternoon.
Su Jingxing continued his routine of transporting corpses.
In fact, with a pickup range exceeding a hundred meters, no matter which corner of the crematorium he was in, he could retrieve cards.
The dull task of moving bodies continued because Su Jingxing had yet to encounter an opportunity—
An opportunity to reveal he was a martial artist!
Yet, several days passed without such a chance.
Su Jingxing was patient and not impatient.
Unexpectedly, as evening approached dinner time, the chance arrived!
...
“Clang!”
A loud, unusual noise suddenly echoed through the farewell ceremony hall, startling everyone inside.
“What’s going on over there?”
“No idea.”
“Seems like a crematorium worker dropped a body.”
“Ah?”
...
Amid the murmurs—
“Smack!”
A sharp slap rang out suddenly from the northern corner of the ceremony hall.
Following the slap was an angry roar: “How do you do your job? Are your eyes or hands defective? You can’t even carry a body properly? Were you raised on shit? The crematorium hired you to drop bodies, is that it? Huh!”
“Smack! Smack! Smack!”
The slapping continued relentlessly.
“Stop hitting him, please stop. He didn’t do it on purpose.”
A pleading voice sounded.
“Old man, get lost!”
The assailant was furious, continuing to slap. “Dare to drop my dad’s body? I’ll cripple you!”
“Stop!”
A shout rang out as Su Jingxing, moving slightly faster than normal, charged into the farewell ceremony hall, followed by Kong Dabao.
At first glance inside, Su Jingxing saw a grim-faced young man kicking Feng Tiejian, who lay on the ground.
“Enough, stop it!”
Su Jingxing quickened his pace and hurried over.
“Fuck you!”
The young man ignored Su Jingxing, continuing to kick Feng Tiejian with increasing force, raising his foot high, aiming to crush one of Feng’s hands.
Whoosh!
“Bang!”
A muffled thud sounded as the young man stumbled backward, nearly losing his footing and falling to the ground.
It was Su Jingxing arriving “just in time” to deliver a kick that sent him flying.
The force wasn’t great, less than a thousand kilograms, but the young man still felt intense chest pain, as if several ribs had been broken.
“Ninth Rank Martial Artist?”
The young man’s face darkened. Enduring the pain, he glared furiously at Su Jingxing and growled, “So what if I’m a Ninth Rank Martial Artist? I am too!”
After saying that, he shifted his stance, stepping erratically left and right, and lunged fiercely at Su Jingxing.
“Mountain-Splitting Palm!”
The young man shouted.
“Wave-Piling Fist!”
Su Jingxing shouted back in kind.
They unleashed the opening moves of the Hundred-Step King Fist, coordinating footwork, engaging in a “fierce” battle in front of dozens in the ceremony hall.
Bang! Bang! Clap! Clap! Boom! Boom!
After ten rounds, Su Jingxing suddenly accelerated, delivering a “Wave-Piling Heavy Punch” to the young man’s crossed arms hastily raised in defense.
A crisp crack echoed as the young man’s arm bones shattered.
The heavy blow sent him flying back over ten meters, crashing to the ground, coughing up blood, moaning in pain, his previous arrogance and superiority completely gone.
Due to the suddenness of the fight, the crowd was momentarily stunned, frozen in place—some shocked, some bewildered, some utterly confused.
Only when Wu Shouhan hurriedly brought others into the hall, shouting to stop, did everyone snap back to reality.
Then—
“Amazing!”
“That young man’s impressive! With such combat power, he’ll probably reach Eighth Rank soon.”
“Yeah, Ninth Rank isn’t that extraordinary. The key is, this guy looks so young—I wonder if he’s even twenty?”
“Twenty? You’re dreaming. I know this kid. His name is Su Jingxing, and he’s not even sixteen yet.”
“What!?”
...
The hall erupted into chatter.
Wu Shouhan and his party looked dumbfounded.
“What’s going on?”
Wu Shouhan patted the stunned Kong Dabao on the shoulder.
“Little... Little Su is... Ninth Rank... no, Eighth Rank!”
Kong Dabao stammered, “Little Su is an Eighth Rank Martial Artist!”
“What!”