C11 Ding! You Have Obtained 100 Points of Power!

Zhou Xianming and Lu Shan wore expressions that were a sight to behold. They were accustomed to looking down on others, but today, the tables had turned—they were the ones being scorned by a so-called nobody, and that nobody had just given them a tongue-lashing to remember!

"You're asking for it!"

Zhou Xianming, red with rage, lunged at Lee Yun, his face twisted with fury as he swung a punch.

But Lee Yun, nimble as ever, wasn't about to be struck by some pampered rich kid. Without missing a beat, he slapped Zhou Xianming squarely across the face. Zhou Xianming's head spun, and he stumbled backward. If not for Lu Shan's quick reflexes, he would've hit the ground.

"You're asking for it," Lee Yun said coolly. "Zhou Xianming, consider this a warning. Push me further, and I'll make sure you won't be able to fend for yourself."

"You!" Zhou Xianming shook with anger.

Lu Shan stepped in, chuckling as he addressed Lee Yun, "So you're Lee Yun? Impressive! You're the first in Zhicai High School to stand up to Zhou Xianming. I was wrong to call you a poor kid—you've got guts!"

Before he could finish, Lee Yun was already on the move, delivering a solid punch to Lu Shan's left cheek.

"Trying to play it cool, Lu Shan? Who do you think you are to act so smug in front of me?" Lee Yun didn't hold back, his punch swift and sure, leaving Zhou Xianming's face to register shock once more.

"Hmph!" Lu Shan scoffed, blocking Lee Yun's attack with his robust wrist.

What a farce! As the son of the Mingshan Martial Arts School's head, he had trained rigorously from a young age. To be bested by an average Joe like Lee Yun would be the ultimate disgrace!

The two squared off, but only Lee Yun was sent reeling back by the recoil of his own punch. The crowd gasped in awe—Lu Shan's martial prowess was undeniable.

"Not bad," Lee Yun sneered, his usual taunt slipping out. It was then he realized the System had made its judgment; his choice was locked in.

"Ding! Host has made a selection. Reward (8,144 Yuan, Inch Punch (Initial Stage), and an additional 100 points of power) has been distributed!"

The rush of strength flooding his body, coupled with the sweet sound of the cash notification on his phone, left Lee Yun on cloud nine. In just half a day, he'd made a cool 10,000 yuan, and his physical abilities had soared, bolstering his confidence to new heights.

"Ready for a real fight?" Lu Shan's smile had vanished. His father, the head of the Martial Arts Club, had cautioned him against his hot temper, forbidding him from acting rashly and causing harm.

But now, Lu Shan's patience had run thin.

"You're asking for it!" he bellowed, his massive fist hurtling toward Lee Yun.

The onlookers gaped, the whoosh of his fist cutting the air signaling the sheer force behind it.

"No!" Fang Xue's cry echoed from the stairwell corner, her stunning features etched with concern for Lee Yun.

"Inch Punch!"

Lee Yun resorted to this renowned and highly effective boxing technique.

The Initial Stage boxing techniques were merely foundational moves, but the Inch Punch was on par with advanced techniques, packing a significantly greater punch than those at the Initial Stage.