Such a small fry has no future.

An hour later, Bufan asked for leave and rushed out of the school, panting.

Finally, he got rid of those teachers and classmates.

Since the machine was tested and found to be operating normally later, the school ultimately classified the incident as an accidental malfunction and let it go.

Bufan told the truth about his talent. As for the cultivation method, he neither intended to attach himself to anyone nor planned to hide away in the mountains. Instead, he decided to take a third path and didn't tell anyone at all. He only said that he had obtained a Profound-level cultivation method.

The future Mr. Hu depicted was too terrifying. He didn't want to draw attention to himself in this matter. Little Li's way of thinking was right. If a person isn't powerful, he has to lie low. If he doesn't, he's likely to fail prematurely, and then how can he become powerful?

So it's better to develop in a low-key way.

It was still early, and he decided to go to the alley to scout first. Although the big black guy and his gang weren't that scary, Qiu Tianlin had taught him long ago not to fight unprepared battles.

It was said that Miyamoto Musashi was like this. Every time he had an appointment to fight, he would arrive at the scene early, figure out the available terrain and resources, plan the escape... retreat route, and with his strong strength, he could be invincible.

After asking several people on the way, he finally found the alley north of the cooperative.

Just as he was about to step in, suddenly the courtyard gate beside him opened. An old man staggered a few steps, and a spittoon glowing white slammed into the back of his head with a clang.

"You old bastard! Drink again! If you drink again, I won't live either! I'll kill you and then smash into the wall!"

An old woman came chasing out, trembling, with a feather duster in her hand.

"I don't whore or gamble. What's wrong with just having a drink?"

The old man stood on the street, hands on hips.

The old woman swung the feather duster over, and the white glow was even thicker than Bufan's.

The old man blocked it with one hand, and there was a loud bang. An invisible shock wave sent a fallen leaf flying far away.

The old woman rushed forward and delivered a spinning triple kick. The thick spiritual energy swelled her size 37 feet to look like size 42.

The old man wasn't slow either and raised his hand to block.

After three loud bangs, seeing that she couldn't gain the upper hand, the old woman simply sat on the ground and wailed.

"Neighbors, judge for me. The money I saved for my son to marry a wife! He took it all to buy wine! He even wants to whore and gamble. This life is impossible to live..."

Damn it, these old people!

Bufan clicked his tongue secretly and quickly tiptoed around them, heading straight for the alley.

There were rear walls of houses on both sides, with windows but no doors, and it was a dead end. It was indeed a good place to ambush people.

He just didn't know how his combat power was now.

After all, he hadn't practiced any martial skills yet, so his output and 爆发 were limited, and there was no additional damage.

He found a brick in the alley, clenched his right hand, and when the spiritual energy protected his fist, he punched down, and the brick immediately turned to powder, with only a slight impact on his hand.

Not bad.

He then found a three-foot-long, thumb-thick scrap steel bar and managed to break it with some effort.

Bufan stood up and looked blankly into the distance, as if entering a certain state...

There was a 密集 sound of footsteps at the alley entrance.

"Brother Trash, you're here early? Awakened the 'Chain Farts'?" The skinny guy grinned at him casually.

"Don't waste time talking to him. Where's the spirit stone?" The guy with the peaked cap stretched out his hand.

The big black guy was standing behind, arms folded, looking at him expressionlessly, with seven or eight younger brothers behind him, holding wooden sticks or steel pipes, either leaning them on the ground or carrying them on their shoulders.

"Come on, we're busy..." Seeing that Bufan didn't say anything, the guy with the peaked cap impatiently urged, but before he could finish half a sentence, a section of steel bar wrapped in white light smashed onto his outstretched wrist.

You know, Bufan had always been a coward. Even after three sticks, he wouldn't even fart. But today, he was surprisingly out of character and didn't even say a polite word before directly starting the fight, which made these little hooligans very uncomfortable.

The guy with the peaked cap didn't even have time to defend. He looked down at his wrist, which was only connected by a layer of skin and hanging at a ninety-degree angle, and then crouched down with an "ow".

The skinny guy was stunned for a moment, rushed forward two steps, picked up his stick, and swung it down at Bufan's head.

This guy had practiced. There was a surge of white light on the stick, and looking at the thickness, it was even stronger than Bufan's.

Bufan raised his hand and held the steel bar diagonally to deflect the skinny guy's force, then swung it around and swept it at the skinny guy's waist protected by white light.

The skinny guy winced in pain, his body tilted to the left, and the steel bar came crashing down again, hitting him squarely on the cheek.

With a loud bang, the skinny guy crashed into the wall on one side and was out of the fight.

"Everyone, attack!" The big black guy frowned and waved his hand, and seven or eight younger brothers rushed over, swinging their weapons at Bufan's head.

This was different from the previous world. These guys really went all out.

Was there no law?

Individually, none of these guys could actually beat Bufan, but there were too many of them, and they all showed no mercy.

Bufan saw the opportunity and smashed a steel bar at a young hooligan's shinbone. But while disabling the other party, he also exposed his own weakness and took a stick on the back of his knee, the pain was excruciating.

...

Stop, stop. This definitely wouldn't work. Let's do it again.

Bufan stood still, looking blankly into the distance, and started the next round of deduction...

Seven rounds... a full seven rounds.

This talent was really useful, but he'd better improve his strength as soon as possible. This kind of fight really wasn't his style.

When the big black guy and the others blocked the alley entrance, Bufan was leaning against the wall, leisurely picking his fingernails.

"Brother Trash, you're here early? Awakened..."

Before the skinny guy could finish, Bufan had already leaped up, quickly swept the steel bar left and right, hitting the sides of the skinny guy and the guy with the peaked cap's heads, and then rushed at the big black guy without any hesitation.

The two behind him were already lying on the ground, unconscious.

Seeing the steel bar glowing white and stabbing straight at his face, the big black guy was horrified and quickly crossed his hands and pushed up, trying to block the steel bar.

Heh, this was the move he saw in the fourth round.

The big black guy's hands didn't touch anything because Bufan had already withdrawn the steel bar a foot in mid-air and jabbed it straight at his stomach.

The big black guy's advantage was his great strength, but his speed was slow in the first place, and he didn't have time to defend.

He could only watch as the steel bar broke through his protective white light and stabbed into his stomach.

The big black guy curled up on the ground like a prawn, howling like a pig being slaughtered.

With one encounter, the boss, the second-in-command, and the third-in-command were all disabled, and the younger brothers behind were completely dumbfounded.

"Run! This guy is a warrior!"

Someone shouted, and before Bufan could make a move, the younger brothers scattered in all directions.

Damn it, a warrior. If I were a warrior, I'd twist your heads off and kick them around.

In fact, the last two rounds of deduction were purely to figure out how to solve the problem while minimizing the harm to the other party.

Being new here, he'd better not cause any deaths easily.

After all, in the fifth time, the big black guy's neck was broken.

"Remember, if you don't want to die in the future, stay away from me. Consider those two hundred spirit stones as tribute to me."

Bufan pointed at the big black prawn expressionlessly with the steel bar.

Although the big black guy was crying in pain, he didn't forget to nod vigorously.

Damn, really cowardly. Such a small fry has no future.

Bufan threw away the steel bar, clapped his hands, and stepped over the big black guy's head and left.

It's been a busy day. He still had to rush to the next place.