Chapter 055: Misunderstanding

With a body strengthened to withstand a force of a hundred thousand jin, just how resilient was Su Jingxing’s skin? The former was hard to test for now, but the latter was simple enough. He went to the kitchen, picked up a vegetable knife, and tried slicing his own skin.

He first made a light cut—there wasn’t even a white mark. Applying a bit more force, still no mark. Increasing his strength yet again, there was still nothing. Finally, he chopped down hard, but not a trace was left. In fact, when he went all out, the knife itself shattered under the pressure, unable to bear it, and yet not even the outermost membrane of his skin was breached.

With such resilience, ordinary blades, spears, or bullets were no longer a concern. Perhaps a heavy machine gun or a sniper rifle could pierce his skin, but to truly harm Su Jingxing, it would require specially made ammunition. After all, his enhanced muscles could just as easily trap a bullet!

A powerful body, terrifying strength—combined, he was nearly invincible in close combat.

Brushing the knife fragments from his hand, Su Jingxing grinned with confidence. His goal had been achieved; he could now seek vengeance on Wan Rong.

Of course, before that, he needed to control the surging energy and blood within him and restrain his aura. Otherwise, stepping outside in his current state would cause an immediate sensation—a man shrouded in mist would seize everyone’s attention.

Fortunately, having read Fan Chungang’s memories, Su Jingxing knew a little technique for controlling and concealing his presence.

He immediately sat cross-legged on the floor, slowly guiding his blood and energy to stillness, gradually suppressing his aura. For ordinary martial artists, this step might take a few minutes at best, ten at worst.

Su Jingxing, however, spent over an hour before he returned to normal. There was no helping it—his body was simply too powerful, and it was his first time attempting control, so it naturally took longer. A few more tries and it would be much faster.

By this time, dawn had arrived. Su Jingxing stood, grabbed a handful of Strength Pills, and tossed them into his mouth. Previously, he’d only dared to take them one at a time, fearing his body couldn’t withstand more. Now, with his strength, he could consume them by the handful.

A hundred thousand jin of force was not the finish line for Su Jingxing; he aspired to reach two hundred thousand, five hundred thousand, or even a million! Lofty as these goals were, a man must always have dreams.

He flexed his fists, stripped off his bunched-up clothes, and went to shower. Afterward, he donned clean clothes and realized he’d grown taller again. Where he’d once been just shy of one meter eighty, he now stood a little over it. He’d have to buy a new wardrobe, as his old clothes were now too small.

Thankfully, his steady growth over the past few days meant that while the sudden gain in height might surprise those who knew him, it wouldn’t raise suspicions. At worst, he could just slouch a little in the coming days.

As he dressed, Su Jingxing pondered these things. Once he was ready, he disguised himself and left to find Wan Rong.

But just as he reached the courtyard gate, a sudden thought made him halt abruptly.

“Something’s wrong!”

“There’s something odd about my body!”

He focused inward, and his expression shifted. The Strength Pills he’d taken before his shower didn’t seem to have increased his strength at all.

What was going on? Or was it just his imagination? Frowning, Su Jingxing thought for a bit, then returned inside, took out all the remaining Strength Pills, and swallowed over a dozen more.

He concentrated on sensing any change within his body.

A few minutes later, he took another dozen, but the result was the same.

“It really isn’t increasing,” he muttered, setting aside the jar. Multiple trials confirmed it: the Strength Pills no longer made him stronger.

Was it that the pills had lost their effect?

No—it was his own body. He’d reached his limit.

He had thought he’d surpassed a hundred thousand jin, but now he realized that was the human body’s cap. To break through, he would have to undergo a true transformation—be reborn in body and spirit.

Third Rank? Martial artists at the Third Rank could fly through the air without relying on lightness techniques. He wasn’t sure what their bodies were like, nor had he seen any accounts of it online, but he imagined their physiques must be impressive—perhaps already transformed, perhaps not. In any case, it was too far removed from his current state to worry about.

No longer gaining strength from the pills didn’t make them useless, though. He wasn’t the Hulk—his strength wasn’t infinite. Even with a hundred thousand jin of force, constantly exerting himself would eventually exhaust him. When that happened, a Strength Pill would instantly restore his power.

So, he would keep collecting and saving them.

With a deep breath to steady his mind, Su Jingxing hid the jar and set out once more—this time, for Wan Rong’s Glory Security Company.

He went straight there, disguised as a repairman, and searched the premises, but Wan Rong was nowhere to be found. According to Fan Chungang’s memories, he visited several other places Wan Rong frequented, but still found no trace.

“Did he run?” Su Jingxing mused. “Did the guy know I was coming for revenge and skip town?”

He considered for a moment, then returned to Glory Security, where he kidnapped another deputy manager—a timid office worker who broke down and confessed a trove of company secrets before Su Jingxing had to threaten him.

Among the information was Wan Rong’s whereabouts: he’d gone to the prefectural city three days ago and wouldn’t return to Qinghe City for another ten days.

Learning this, Su Jingxing could only shrug. If he wanted revenge, he’d have to go to the prefectural city. Not only was it far, but finding Wan Rong there would take effort. The deputy manager only knew where Wan Rong had gone, not why.

Better, then, to bide his time working at the crematorium. Ten days was nothing; Wan Rong could live for ten more days.

With that, Su Jingxing released the deputy manager and instructed him to call Wan Rong.

“Huh?” the deputy managed, stunned.

“What do you mean, ‘huh’? I told you to call and report to Wan Rong—didn’t you hear me?” Su Jingxing raised his hand as if to strike.

“No, no, I’ll call, I’ll call!” the man shrank back, trembling as he dialed.

When the call connected, he looked nervously at Su Jingxing.

“What are you waiting for? Speak!” Su Jingxing rapped him lightly on the head.

“I’ll do it, I’ll do it,” the man stammered, and then, faltering, relayed that he’d been threatened and had leaked company secrets.

When he finished, he held the phone away from his ear, expecting to be berated.

Instead, Wan Rong on the other end was silent for a moment, then instructed him to hand the phone to Su Jingxing.

The deputy manager froze, then beamed and quickly handed over the phone. “Boss… Brother Rong wants to speak with you.”

Su Jingxing chuckled softly and put the phone to his ear.

“You’re the one Chu Zhaoyun sent, aren’t you? What did he offer you?” Wan Rong spoke before Su Jingxing could say a word. “Listen, I don’t care who you are or what Chu Zhaoyun promised you. I’ll give you a million—delay for a week, how about that?”

Su Jingxing was momentarily speechless.

So that’s the misunderstanding! He knew Chu Zhaoyun—Wan Rong’s rival, owner of Cloud Shield Security. Wan Rong had mistaken him for an agent sent by Chu Zhaoyun.

Interesting.

With that in mind, Su Jingxing lowered his voice, replying, “A million isn’t enough. Ten million!”