I hadn’t planned on making a big deal out of this Thai guy, but he just wouldn’t let it go. Even though I knew he hadn’t used his full strength in that punch, if it had landed on an ordinary person, they’d be laid up for at least half a day.
“You—strong! Again!” he said, retracting his hand and suddenly throwing another punch at me while I was off guard.
I frowned. Did this guy really need to get beaten up before he’d back off?
Since Muay Thai was famous for its lethal force, I decided to meet him head-on. Without hesitation, I threw a punch of my own—no True Qi, just pure physical strength.
Seeing that I dared to clash with him directly, the Thai fighter’s eyes flashed with excitement, and his punch seemed to gain even more power.
Crack!
Our fists collided—first a dull thud, then the sound of loosening joints.
The Thai fighter stumbled back several steps before regaining his balance, while I stood firm, unmoved.
After multiple temperings, my body was far beyond that of an ordinary person. Even if he was a Muay Thai expert, he was no match for me!
The Thai man stared at his fist in disbelief, but then his expression turned to excitement, and he even let out a loud shout.
D*mn, is this guy crazy?
One thing was certain, though—his physical prowess was impressive, stronger even than those retired special forces soldiers.
The Thai freshman charged at me again, and I once again chose to meet him head-on.
The entire plaza was eerily quiet, the only sounds being the impacts of flesh against flesh. Hmm… flesh colliding… why does this feel a bit suggestive?
The surrounding students didn’t make a sound, all of them watching our duel with tense expressions.
Once again, I forced the Thai freshman back. His excitement was still unmistakable as he looked at me and said, “Never thought… China had someone like you!”
“Enough talk. You’ve had your fun—now it’s my turn!” I dashed forward and threw a punch straight at his chest.
Sensing the danger, the Thai freshman quickly crossed his arms in front of his chest.
Boom!
My fist struck his forearms, sending him stumbling back several steps. But his fighting spirit didn’t waver—he immediately counterattacked.
However, I wasn’t about to give him the chance. I lifted my leg and delivered a sharp kick.
The attack was unexpected, landing squarely on his abdomen.
To my surprise, he didn’t even grunt—just took a few steps back before charging again.
I knew exactly how much force was behind that kick. Even though I hadn’t used my full strength, those special forces guys wouldn’t have recovered so quickly.
This guy wasn’t just strong—his endurance was insane.
As he rushed at me again, I smirked. Think you can take a beating? Let’s see how long you last!
He aimed an elbow strike at my neck, but I blocked with my own elbow while simultaneously driving a knee into his stomach.
Even after taking the heavy blow, the Thai freshman showed no sign of backing down and kept pressing forward.
The more we fought, the more shocked I became. His endurance was unreal, and his offensive power was no joke.
If my body hadn’t been tempered multiple times, I might’ve struggled to handle him with pure physical strength alone.
I can’t drag this out any longer.
He was strong, but not enough to force me to use True Qi.
“Dragon Battles the Eight Desolations!” I shouted softly, launching a rapid series of punches from the Dragon Battles the Eight Desolations technique at him.
I didn’t use True Qi, but the force behind each strike was still overwhelming.
The essence of Dragon Battles the Eight Desolations was to conquer strength with even greater strength—you’re tough? I’m tougher!
Before long, the Thai fighter was completely on the defensive.
The later moves of Dragon Battles the Eight Desolations weren’t just powerful—they were also lightning-fast. The Thai guy was now purely in a beatdown phase.
Yet, despite being pummeled, he still wore an excited expression, as if he didn’t even feel the pain.
“Nice!” Seeing that the Thai fighter was no match for me, the surrounding students erupted in cheers.
But that momentary distraction cost me—the Thai freshman seized the chance to counterattack, landing several heavy punches on my chest. The force behind them actually made me wince in pain.
I quickly retreated, putting distance between us.
Honestly, if I used even a sliver of True Qi, I could cripple him with a single move. But I didn’t want to do that.
This fight reminded me of my battle with that assassin. Back then, even though I had the upper hand in strength, I still struggled to finish him off quickly—my combat experience was just too lacking.
After exchanging so many blows with this Thai fighter, I gradually realized something: while his attacks were fierce, I could easily block them with my speed. The real problem was his absurd endurance.
This guy seemed completely unfazed by pain. Even after taking heavy hits, he’d just grimace and keep going without so much as a groan.
Trying to defeat him head-on without True Qi was proving unrealistic.
His body might not be as tough as mine—unharmed even by blades—but it was definitely beyond what fists alone could break.
Wait…
Then I remembered when I got shot saving Sister Qian. Even though my body was strong, my internal organs were still vulnerable.
Realizing this, I relaxed.
As he charged again, I lashed out with a kick. He reacted quickly, trying to catch my leg, but I was faster.
I forced him back with the kick, then pressed the advantage—driving a heavy punch into his chest and sending him stumbling again.
Again! Another punch!
I kept repeating the same motion, not giving him any chance to counter. Each strike was heavier than the last, and all aimed at the same spot.
Let’s see how long your organs can take this!
Sure enough, after a few more punches, the Thai freshman’s expression finally changed—his face twisted in discomfort.
For the final blow, I didn’t use another punch. Instead, I thrust my palm toward his chest. But just before impact, I pulled back slightly, then suddenly unleashed a burst of force from my wrist—striking with hidden energy.
Fists could only damage the surface, but this strike was designed to wreck his insides.
Cough!
The Thai freshman hacked violently, his face paling. It worked—he was injured internally!
But I wasn’t done yet. I followed up with a kick to his abdomen, sending him flying several meters.
Since he was already hurt, even this weaker kick was enough to knock him to the ground.
The Thai man clutched his chest, coughing up traces of blood. Looks like I might’ve gone a bit too hard.
I turned to Lu Sen and the others. “Let’s go.”
“Boss, you’re insane—” Lu Sen ran up to me, grinning, but before he could finish, the Thai freshman’s voice came from behind me.
“Strong one… wait!”