Chapter 3: The Correct Way to Package Yourself!

"Me?"

Fang Can pointed at himself.

"Of course, if you really have never practiced martial arts."

Li Fengtian sized up Fang Can with the gaze one might give a rough jade.

He had watched most of Fang Can's fight just now; to knock down five armed men bare-handed and unscathed while fighting five on one was truly a martial arts genius found in ten thousand.

"Martial arts? Does simple fitness count?" Fang Can raised his hand and squeezed his biceps.

To maintain his figure, he performed a certain amount of anaerobic exercise every day to keep his body fat at a specific level.

But this action immediately provoked Li Fengtian's snort of derision.

Strength unable to lift a cauldron, hands unable to crush a skull; this physical level wasn't even as good as a thug in his gang who had trained for a year or half a year.

"What I mean is, your movements were just right, whether the timing of the force or the rhythm; this doesn't quite match your body," Li Fengtian said.

He was just short of saying, 'This move isn't something a scrawny dog like you could pull off.'

"Techniques?" Fang Can said matter-of-factly: "Isn't skill something you learn at a glance? It's as simple as birds knowing how to fly by nature, or apples falling when they ripen."

'Heh, what big talk.' Li Fengtian chuckled, and a desire to cherish talent arose in his heart.

Suddenly, without warning, his right fist shot out as if heavy, smashing toward Fang Can's forehead.

He wanted to test him, to see if Fang Can was as talented as he claimed.

The surroundings were like solidified water; Li Fengtian's fist moved so fast it created thick resistance in the air.

The speed and power of this punch were enough to sink the entire fist into a steel surface.

If it landed solidly, Fang Can's head would explode like a watermelon.

But in the next moment, his fist stopped steadily before Fang Can's forehead, the wind of the punch sweeping Fang Can's bangs backward.

Li Fengtian looked at the youth before him, unmoving as a mountain, not even blinking an eye, and couldn't help but ask, "Kid, why didn't you dodge?"

Fang Can said calmly, "Because you won't kill me."

Li Fengtian didn't understand this kid's train of thought, truly not even dodging: "Where did you get the courage? Do you really think I won't kill you?"

"Because I am a genius!"

Fang Can said matter-of-factly: "You clearly have taken a liking to my talent; you won't kill me so casually."

After finishing speaking, Fang Can didn't even pay attention to the other person anymore; he turned around and began searching through the belongings of the five thugs he had knocked down, also changing into their clothes.

Watching the kid leisurely picking up equipment as if he were at home, Li Fengtian couldn't help but smile.

As a smile unconsciously squeezed out from the corner of his mouth, he felt in his heart that this fellow was indeed cut out for gang life.

It's just that the age is a bit old; he missed the best time limit for practicing martial arts.

If one starts practicing martial arts at eighteen or nineteen, by the time they are cultivated to an age suitable for killing people, it would be at least twenty-five and up.

Fang Can, standing aside, certainly didn't have the big heart Li Fengtian thought; he had only roughly judged this fellow's thoughts through Li Fengtian's micro-expressions and behavior.

As for where a high school student learned micro-expressions?

Of course, from watching TV dramas; it couldn't possibly be Hawaii.

Fang Can was still in a buff-enhanced state; his brain operated like a computer, and all previous knowledge could be called upon at will in his mind.

Although, because he hadn't delved deeply, Fang Can's knowledge regarding expression management was slightly very shallow, these techniques were just right when used on these ancient natives.

This fellow looked dangerous at a glance; relying solely on that invisible punch just now, in Fang Can's judgment, he was not inferior to a "county"-level superpower user from his past life.

A fellow of this level, for a scrawny dog like Fang Can who only had potential but no actual strength, would not deign to hide his thoughts, making them easy to capture.

And the most important point was that the 'Misfortune Turns to Fortune' ability on him had not been fully triggered; obviously, this fellow had no intent to kill.

'This fellow spoke of practicing martial arts; does that mean in this world, through specific methods of repetitive physical exercise like martial arts, one can reach the destructive power of a superpower user from before the transmigration?'

While rummaging through items, Fang Can's heartbeat couldn't help but speed up a bit, carrying a hint of longing for that possibility.

After all, before the transmigration, the awakening of those superpowers relied entirely on luck; wanting to randomly get what superpower was completely unpredictable.

Originally, with his superpower, he could have directly affiliated himself to get a "city"-level position, which would still grant a considerable degree of social status.

But because his ability was uncontrollable, he had always suppressed himself to pretend to be an ordinary person.

And now an opportunity told him that this world could reach the level of a superhuman through training; who wouldn't be confused by that?

Thinking thus, Fang Can had already scavenged all the valuable things from these people.

Just a few coins resembling copper coins; after all, they were the bottom of society, with not many valuable things.

Fang Can picked out a relatively clean set from the five to wear, holding the pajamas he had taken off in his arms as he looked at Li Fengtian and said, "Alright, let's go."

"Where to?" Li Fengtian was clearly stunned.

"To the Tiger Fierce Gate you spoke of; where else?"

Watching Fang Can's familiar manner, Li Fengtian inexplicably felt this fellow pleased him greatly, and couldn't help but laugh heartily:

"You kid, good, good, good; just follow me. From now on, you are a disciple of my Tiger Fierce Gate."

"Then should we deal with these people? To prevent them from reporting to the authorities?"

Fang Can pointed at the ground full of unconscious thugs and made a throat-slitting gesture.

He had just been thinking whether to cut off the weeds and dig up the roots for these few people, but since he wasn't from Changsha, he was still hesitating.

He had originally wanted to decide by flipping a coin, but he met Li Fengtian first.

Li Fengtian said proudly:

"Indeed a kid from out of town; for this kind of filth, there's no need to worry. You are now a person of the Tiger Fierce Gate; in this land of Yanggu County, no government office dares to enter the Tiger Fierce Gate to demand people."

While speaking, he walked forward toward the alley exit without looking back; watching the other's back, Fang Can immediately quickened his pace to follow.

Outside the cold, gloomy alley, the warm morning sun sprinkled on both their faces; Fang Can squinted his eyes slightly, enjoying his first sunbath after arriving in another world.

With the danger completely resolved, the effect of 'Misfortune Turns to Fortune' on him completely dissipated, leaving only the soreness after full use of the muscles.

"Kid, I still don't know your name, and where are you from? Our Tiger Fierce Gate doesn't feed idlers; what can you do?"

Outside the alley, Li Fengtian tilted his head, eyeing Fang Can's short hair, and asked.

He figured this must be a young monk who had recently left the monastery amidst the chaos.

As for the clothes that clashed so starkly with the surroundings, he didn't know and didn't want to know.

Hearing that a manager-level figure from his company wanted to interview him in person, Fang Can immediately snapped out of it and introduced himself:

"My name is Fang Can. In my youth, I loved learning. I studied hard by a cold window for over ten years, guided by dozens of famous masters, studying at least four double-hours daily, and reading widely across many books."

"You study four double-hours every day?"

Hearing this, Li Fengtian couldn't help but stop in his tracks, his expression surprised; in these times, only families with means could afford to let their children study.

To be able to study full-time without working—if this were true, he must at least be from a prestigious family. So how exactly had he ended up looking like this?

Thinking this, Li Fengtian asked with a hint of suspicion: "What books did you read? What scholarship did you pursue?"

(End of this chapter)