Chapter 158: This is what you call professional!

Su Xing sighed in his heart, wishing he could grab Wang Yihui and drag him back to be his teammate.

Truly, it was too amazing, too thoughtful, and too professional!

When he was told to come to this Chinatown to debut, he had originally assumed he would be accepting some sudden street interview, or at most, dealing with a few screaming young men and women, putting on a show like a trainee of so many years, then acting like an idol, or perhaps having some street thugs come to pick a fight.

This was the entire script Su Xing could imagine.

But who was the other party? They were the brains of a small team; naturally, they were awesome, naturally, they were professional.

Look, the fight scene just now hadn't been fake at all; it was a genuine martial arts duel, and it had even injured the internal organs.

One was a Hidden Energy expert, yet gifted with extraordinary talent and vigorous blood-qi, and had even used some high-tech drug stimulation; the other, who had been sent flying, was a Transformation Energy Grandmaster. How could such a person be hired just with money?

Every Transformation Energy Grandmaster was a renowned figure in their own sphere of influence!

As for that woman, he couldn't even see through her. Could it be that one could really hire a legendary figure who had reached the Dan-Holding and Seat-Straddling realm just with money?

Perhaps it was through connections? After all, Wang Yihui had already made contact with numerous maintenance personnel teams, and many teams had requested to participate in this international superstar creation project. Could she have been hired through connections?

At this moment, seeing the man in short attire laughing wildly as he lunged over, Su Xing felt even more delighted.

This was what suited his appetite!

Otherwise, if it had really turned into some idol show, he wouldn't have been able to laugh even if he wanted to.

Su Xing laughed heartily and lunged forward to meet the man in short attire, his movements and speed exactly the same, not a fraction off. Then, toe against toe, fist against fist—with a crisp *pop*, Su Xing stood firm without moving, while the man in short attire retreated seven or eight steps.

Suddenly, the smile vanished from the man in short attire. The Daoist priest nearby, who was about to cry out a warning, had his mouth agape, and even the Daoist nun’s eyes narrowed. Each of them looked at Su Xing with expressions of disbelief.

Experts cannot be conjured out of thin air!

It is absolutely impossible for someone to find a manual on the internet, bury their head in practice for a few years, and become an expert. That’s just reading too many novels!

For a person to transform from an ordinary person into a fighter—even if it’s not traditional martial arts but some other competitive combat—they need a guide, they need a coach. Otherwise, practicing randomly, if you’re lucky, you just injure your body; if you’re unlucky, you could drop dead on the spot.

Therefore, experts usually have a traceable history. Someone like Xing Daoren, the man in short attire, has high natural talent and comes from a famous sect; basically, when experts meet and cup their hands, they know each other's origins.

Yet, this person before them looked like a weakling, but the moment he struck, it was earth-shattering... Do not think that this perfectly identical attack was just opportunism; no, this was actually a sign of crushing dominance!

Human reaction speed is only so fast. If you kick first, those who can react and dodge in a rush are already practitioners; those who can defend perfectly are master-level figures. If one can immediately counter-attack after a perfect defense, that is already a Grandmaster.

But like Su Xing, to strike later yet arrive first, and to use the exact same moves, motions, and even simulate the power—not only blocking Xing Daoren’s attack but pushing him back over ten meters while not retreating a single step himself—this was simply an inhuman existence!

Laymen watch the excitement, experts watch the technique. After this single strike, Xing Daoren, the injured Daoist priest, and the Daoist nun in the distance all looked as if their eyeballs were about to pop out.

Su Xing felt comfortable in his heart, and the displeasure of being forced to debut as an idol faded significantly. He said, "Right, right, this has flavor. Don't worry, I'll go easy on you."

Xing Daoren’s expression shifted abruptly from caution; first to astonishment, then to wild rage. He roared, "What are you!? Clearly a great expert, yet you act like a pig to eat the tiger here. You truly bring shame to us martial artists! How dare you talk about going easy during a fight? Are you insulting my qualifications as a martial artist!?"

As he spoke, Xing Daoren stood tall and firm. The wild rage on his face dissipated, leaving only a fanatical drive. He cupped his hands and said, "I am Xing Daoren. Today’s battle will decide the victor, and also determine life and death!"

Su Xing’s eyes lit up. At the same time, he saw reporters and cameras filming behind him. From the distance and the buildings on both sides, a large number of people appeared, and even the fifty-year-old man who had been blasted out of the gate was being checked on by others.

"Professional!"

Su Xing exclaimed with full admiration, "Truly professional people!"

Xing Daoren was even more furious, but his face became increasingly calm. As he rushed forward, his figure flashed and disappeared right in front of Su Xing.

Su Xing, however, ignored him and slapped his palm forward. A fist appeared as if out of thin air, colliding with that palm.

Once explained, it was nothing special; it was just an application of a visual blind spot, but it filled Su Xing with pleasant surprise.

This combat technique was much stronger than the traditional martial arts in the Paper Person Dream World. Although both were traditional martial arts, there were levels of superiority. Su Xing became slightly more serious. The moment he made contact with the fist, his hand became like a cow's tongue, curling around it. Xing Daoren’s fist was unable to advance or retreat, as if truly caught by an invisible tongue. Xing Daoren was shocked. In a flash of lightning, despite his fist being trapped and immobile, he forcibly jumped up, kicking his feet toward Su Xing’s forehead.

If this kick landed, it would bend even steel bars. But unfortunately, Xing Daoren was facing Su Xing, a true Grandmaster of traditional martial arts who had stepped into the Dan-Holding and Seat-Straddling realm. Even more terrifyingly, he possessed the Immortal Martial Dao and the Iron-Refining Record, pushing his physical fitness to an inhuman level.

"What a great actor! Very well, since we are both martial artists, I will grant you a stroke of fortune today!"

Su Xing laughed happily, not caring at all. He continued to fight with one hand. With a twist and pull of his hand's strength, Xing Daoren was swirled around as if he were a paper doll.

The surrounding people watched this scene in disbelief, because in Su Xing’s hand, Xing Daoren didn't seem like a human body, but rather like a towel, even making *slapping* sounds as he was swung around with one hand.

The Daoist priest and the Daoist nun in the distance were nearly popping their eyes out, especially the Daoist nun. Upon her appearance, she had seemed to infect everyone with that cold, lofty, and isolated immortal aura, but now she was performing a full-blown facial expression show.

This move of Su Xing’s was the ultimate expression of using softness to overcome hardness. But the Daoist priest and nun were martial arts experts themselves; how could they not know that to use "one ounce to deflect a thousand pounds," you yourself must have a thousand pounds of force to deflect it? Su Xing’s performance right now was far more than a thousand pounds of force; it was likely ten thousand.

One must know that Xing Daoren was naturally gifted with divine strength, his physique far stronger than ordinary people, and he had accumulated ten years of Hidden Energy. Now, having taken some stimulant, and jumping to kick with both legs—with all these factors combined, the explosive power of this strike was likely as strong as the combined force of two Transformation Energy Grandmasters. Even for those above Transformation Energy, unless their realm exceeded his by a major level, they would basically have to dodge.

Yet what did Su Xing do? Forget dodging, he didn't even defend. With a single-handed pull, this terrifying force of three or four tons was like holding a ball of cotton in his hand. To be able to lift the heavy as if it were light to this degree was already shocking.

Everyone watched in silence as Su Xing swung the "human towel," but only the Daoist priest and nun could see that within this swinging, he was performing seven or eight types of soft energy. If anyone else had been swung like this, they would have suffered brain death on the spot. But with this soft energy cushioning him, Xing Daoren not only didn't die, but his mind remained clear, and his entire body was feeling these various soft energies.

!

That wasn't all. After swinging him for five or six seconds, Su Xing laughed and suddenly grabbed Xing Daoren’s fist, pushing it hard. Xing Daoren’s entire body immediately stood upright, and Su Xing began to point, stab, and hack as if he were wielding a steel spear.

This was lifting the light as if it were heavy. Every move and style made it seem as if Xing Daoren had truly turned into a steel spear. Various hard energies were kneaded into his body, making his eyes go blank.

The Daoist nun considered herself capable of these things—lifting the heavy as if light, lifting the light as if heavy. She had even touched the edge of Gang Energy just last year, and could even pierce stone with water or crush iron into mud once in ten tries.

But she couldn't wield it to this extent!

To use an analogy: if both are fighting with a staff, you take a wooden staff weighing ten pounds and wield it so tightly that not even water can get in; a Grandmaster can take an iron staff weighing fifty pounds and wield it just as tightly. The power difference between the two is more than tenfold, right?

But damn it, you are wielding the Golden Cudgel, which weighs thirteen thousand five hundred pounds! This is not even in the same weight class, okay!?

Just then, Su Xing gave a loud shout and slammed Xing Daoren into the ground. With a *boom*, his feet actually sank into the cement floor, yet his shoes remained completely unharmed. This scene caused the hundreds or thousands of white and black people in the distance to roar in unison.

Xing Daoren stood blankly on the spot. He was completely unharmed, but his eyes were dazed and blank, his muscles trembling violently, and this trembling even affected his internal organs. The fine hairs on his skin stood up at this moment.

"Halt! Wake up!"

Su Xing gave a violent shout. The sound pierced straight into the heart. Xing Daoren’s mind exploded with a *boom*, and the short clothes on his body instantly burst into powder. His internal energy flowed throughout his body, circulating without end.

Transformation Energy, achieved!

Xing Daoren suddenly wailed and fell to his knees, crying and howling, "Master, I understand! I finally see the path ahead! Is this Transformation Energy? Is this Dan-Holding? Is this Gang Energy and Seeing-God-Not-Broken? I see it, I finally see it, ah ah..."

Su Xing looked at the tearful Xing Daoren. He truly gave him countless mental thumbs-ups. At this moment, he couldn't help it anymore and directly extended his thumb, saying, "Professional!"

"Too professional!"

Then, suddenly, Su Xing looked toward the distance. It wasn't just him; almost everyone around looked toward the Daoist nun in the distance.

She didn't do anything; she simply took off a hairpin from her head, and her black hair fell naturally, setting off her beauty and making her look even more elevated.

Then the Daoist nun stood with her feet in an eight-character stance, held her fists in a salute, and said in a cold, clear voice, "Zhou Qingqing."

"Nice to meet you."