Chapter 48: Invincible Attributes
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The battles Shen Ye had participated in included the fight against the pyramid scheme organization, the confrontation with Ma Guosheng, the duel with Lu Youwei, and the kill of Lü Daqi. Until now, most of his clashes had been won by overwhelming the enemy with sheer superiority of attributes, crushing them outright.
This was his first encounter with a martial artist.
Naturally, his experience was lacking.
Sometimes, lack of experience leads to suffering.
A hero is never forged in a single day, but grows slowly over time.
When Li Jingguo threw lime powder, Shen Ye was caught off guard, though he managed to close his eyes in time.
Yet he was still struck; both eyes received some quicklime. Though not much, the sting was sharp, and his vision vanished temporarily. Just before losing sight, Shen Ye caught a fleeting glimpse of Li Jingguo’s clean, precise blade flash.
Shen Ye retreated hurriedly to avoid the first strike.
But the second followed swiftly.
Even more frightening, Shen Ye’s eyes were now damaged, leaving him momentarily blind.
He only knew another blow was coming, but not from where.
At this moment, Shen Ye became calm.
Li Jingguo claimed to be a martial artist of the Beggar’s Sect. If one followed the definitions in those classic martial arts novels, such fighters were typically strong in attack but weak in defense—powerful enough to shatter earth and stone when striking, yet fragile if hit themselves. Hadn’t Linghu Chong, after losing his internal energy, still managed to kill countless foes with mere thrusts of his sword?
Shen Ye, however, was completely different. Thanks to the hero system’s blessings, all his attributes were enhanced.
His strength was five times that of an ordinary person.
His defense, four times.
His constitution, four times that of a normal adult male.
He’d noticed this when he was shot by Lu Youwei; even gun wounds were shallower than those suffered by others. If bullets were so ineffective, he doubted Li Jingguo’s blade could be much tougher, or that it could kill him with a single strike.
He was invincible in attributes!
Calming himself, Shen Ye stood his ground and took Li Jingguo’s blade head-on.
The blade cut into Shen Ye’s flesh.
Pain! But so what!
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Just as Shen Ye expected, the blade didn’t penetrate deeply—his formidable defense stopped it after it barely entered his flesh.
Knowing he was temporarily blind, Shen Ye roared like a tiger, grabbed the blade with his left hand despite the pain, and with a mighty shout, unleashed the strength of five men. He yanked Li Jingguo, who held the blade, toward him.
Li Jingguo seemed to resist, but Shen Ye’s strength was five times greater—there was no way he could withstand it.
With his right hand, Shen Ye seized Li Jingguo’s body, likely catching his right shoulder.
Estimating the position, Shen Ye guessed Li Jingguo’s head was nearby.
His left hand, muscles and bones bulging, exploded with force. With a whistle reminiscent of wind and thunder, he hammered Li Jingguo.
Bang!
The first punch landed; a fist struck its mark.
Clearly, Li Jingguo, once pulled close, didn’t panic—he reacted and tried to block.
But Shen Ye’s fist was not so easily stopped.
Bang!
Fists collided!
Li Jingguo’s punch carried only about half of Shen Ye’s strength, and was shattered in an instant.
Shen Ye gave him no chance to react. His left fist thundered out again, heavier than ever. Li Jingguo, caught off guard, couldn’t block—it struck his head directly. Shen Ye knew well the force of his own blows; Li Jingguo’s skull would surely suffer.
Shen Ye reveled in the attack, his left hand delivering punch after punch, relentlessly pounding Li Jingguo’s head, until the sound of breaking leather echoed.
Enjoying the assault too much, Shen Ye released Li Jingguo’s body with his right hand.
Both hands became fists, launching strikes together.
Uppercuts, lower hooks, straight jabs, left hooks, right hooks, straight punches.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Each punch was like that of a titan.
Immense force rained down madly on Li Jingguo’s face and skull.
With the first punch, Li Jingguo’s mind went blank, his ears ringing, as though hallucinating; pain, of course, surged instantly. Then came the second punch, the third, every blow like a fist of steel. Li Jingguo realized he had to escape—if he didn’t, he would die.
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But it was useless!
Shen Ye’s strength was overwhelming; Li Jingguo couldn’t escape or break free.
Ten heavy punches in succession.
Li Jingguo’s life was extinguished amid the barrage.
Shen Ye sensed the life fade from the man held in his right hand. Letting go, the Beggar’s Sect’s elder collapsed heavily to the ground, dead beyond any doubt.
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The place itself was a kitchen.
Guided by memory, Shen Ye groped around until he found the cooking oil.
He was grateful for paying attention in chemistry class—he knew not to wash quicklime from his eyes with water, as water would react with quicklime, generating heat and burning the eye tissue.
Cooking oil was best; remove as much lime as possible, then rinse with tap water.
As he washed, Shen Ye listened closely, wary that the two survivors, Li Yingshu and Li Yinshui, might attack him. Yet he heard only the rapid footsteps of fleeing—clearly, Li Yingshu and Li Yinshui had been scared out of their wits.
After a while, his sight returned.
Scanning the room, he saw nothing but blood and Li Jingguo’s corpse; a quick sweep confirmed Li Yingshu and Li Yinshui had vanished.
They had likely escaped—time to call the police again!
Erasing all traces of himself, Shen Ye left without delay.
Before going, he noticed a book inside Li Jingguo’s elder’s bag, titled “Martial World Chronicles.” Curious about the legendary martial world, he took it with him.
As he walked, Shen Ye pondered: “The battle with Lu Youwei taught me to beware of guns—when someone tries to draw, stop them immediately. Best to practice throwing chopsticks; when the enemy goes for their gun, toss a chopstick at once. This fight with Li Jingguo taught me to be wary of strange ornaments; they may conceal sinister, poisonous tricks.”
Combat experience is what makes one grow.
It was transforming Shen Ye from a naive young warrior into a seasoned hero.
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