"This guy."
Withdrawing his gaze, Chen Feng didn't take Zhou Xin's bluffing seriously.
As for Xu Dongtai, he cared even less.
Now, along with his mastery of Judo, his strength and constitution attributes had increased significantly.
He could now roughly sense the range of his punching power.
Definitely exceeding 110kg, which is to say, the so-called Amateur Sixth Rank.
Not to ntion, he had the trump card of the Blast Fist Skill.
Once utilized, the might of a single punch could challenge an Amateur Ninth Rank, and the spot for a Core Student was almost guaranteed.
Hence, without realizing it, Chen Feng's ntality had changed.
His goals were higher, his ambitions stronger.
The Masked Man in the Dream Realm was his true adversary.
Thinking this, he quickly stabilized his posture and entered the state of Sandboxing.
Chong Quan, Whip Fist, Slashing Punch...
The whistling sounds kept arising. During this ti, Coach Lu stopped by, but he paid it no mind.
Ti passed until the end of the session when his progress in Sandboxing increased once again.
[Progress 1!]
[Sandboxing: Mastery (40%)]
Withdrawing his gaze, Chen Feng grabbed his grey sports water bottle, unscrewed the cap, and fiercely gulped down several mouthfuls.
Gulp! Gulp!
The cool water entered his stomach, and sweat dripped down his chin and neck, soaking his collar and slowly sliding off.
Without much delay, he rested briefly and then went to the changing room for a quick shower and change of clothes.
"Leaving."
Lin Hao waved his hand, slinging the black baseball bag over one shoulder, and once again left with swagger.
Watching his retreating figure, Chen Feng raised an eyebrow.
He hadn't felt much before but now, with the continuous growth of his Perception Talent, he gradually noticed a slight change in Lin Hao.
"Seems like his physical condition has gotten a bit stronger?"
Pondering for a mont, Chen Feng didn't dig too deeply.
Everyone has their own secrets, just as he does.
Then, stepping out of the changing room, he quickly left the Martial Arts Hall, carrying his clothes bag and boarded the bus.
At this mont, it wasn't rush hour, so there were not many people and several empty seats.
He found a window seat at random and quietly waited for the bus to reach its destination.
But within a few minutes, the speed of the bus gradually slowed down.
Surrounding traffic was congested, and the continuous honking could be heard.
"What's going on?" Chen Feng wondered, peering through the window towards the front of the asphalt road.
This was a one-way, four-lane road; it shouldn't be this jamd.
Boom!!
A muffled sound rang out, followed by a scene of flas shooting into the sky.
Chen Feng's gaze sharpened, and he quickly saw that the windows of a dium-sized gold store at the street corner were shattered, the place was in disarray.
The bang bang bang of gunshots rang out, lasting over ten seconds.
Soon after, he saw a flying car with extended wings drive from afar, just grazing past the bus he was on.
In an instant, Chen Feng clearly saw that it was a black flying car.
Inside the dark-tinted windows, several blurry figures were visible.
Whoosh!!!
Imdiately thereafter, flas burst out, and the blast wave rose.
The bus windows rattled wildly, and the whole vehicle seed to shake twice.
Chen Feng didn't get a clear view, but he knew, nine tis out of ten, it was the sa group who had robbed the gold store opposite the Martial Arts Hall last ti.
"Such audacity."
"There's another robbery at the gold store."
"Sigh, it's really getting more chaotic recently, I heard that last month there was even a small-scale youth rally over at the pedestrian street..."
"Hopefully the Security Bureau can resolve this, sigh..."
The bus quickly filled with a noisy clamor of discussions, sighs, anger, or indifference.
Chen Feng listened, soon seeing the Security Bureau's flying car arrive, stopping in front of the gold store.
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An ambulance appeared during the period, stretchers carried away the injured, and security officers maintained road order, eventually restoring traffic.
"Not right."
As the bus resud its journey, Chen Feng glanced at the disheveled jewelry store.
He could understand one attack, with so thugs wanting to get rich overnight and taking the risk.
But just two days later, another incident occurred.
Sothing seed off.
"This world must be more different than I imagined."
Chen Feng also rembered the crimson eyes he saw in the alley that day.
Martial arts sects, shadow monsters... what else don't I know?
His thoughts quietly spread as he gazed out the window, sowhat lost in thought.
Finally, when the bus reached its stop, he gathered his thoughts, quickly got off, and hurried to the supermarket.
"Xiao Feng is here!"
Aunt He bead behind the cash register, looking well-maintained with a rosy complexion and grey-black hair despite being over fifty.
"Aunt He."
Nodding his head, Chen Feng checked his phone.
Because of the traffic jam, he was two minutes late.
"Sorry, I'm late."
"It's okay, just a few minutes."
Aunt He waved it off with a smile, not taking him to task.
Soon after a brief chat with Chen Feng, she drove off in her Feichi-brand black car.
"Was there a traffic jam on the road?" Aunt Zhang, who was taking the late shift, arrived before Chen Feng.
"Yes, soone robbed a jewelry store again, causing the traffic jam."
Chen Feng told her truthfully, slipping on the red cashier vest.
"Ah, things seem a bit chaotic lately."
Aunt Zhang sighed after a brief comnt.
"The unemploynt rate is rising, prices are going up... more and more people are becoming uneasy."
"I heard from my son that so students from his university wanted to join a protest march, but the school discovered and stopped them in ti..."
Chen Feng fell silent upon hearing this.
Protest marches are not allowed by the laws of Chi Country. Once discovered, the offenders would be investigated and detained by the Security Bureau, or even imprisoned.
In the past, such incidents were rare.
But in recent years, more and more cities in Chi Country have begun to witness such events.
"Let's hope things get better."
Aunt Zhang ended with those words, it was unclear whether she was hopeful or resigned.
Chen Feng did not respond much to this; these matters were too distant for him, and he only wished to live well in the present.
Practicing boxing, getting stronger.
Ordinary and steady progress.
Imdiately, both of them stopped talking and got busy with their respective tasks.
As the evening wore on, custors sporadically visited the supermarket.
Chen Feng stood behind the cash register, continuously scanning products and taking paynts.
During this ti, his phone vibrated a few tis, but he didn't check the screen until he was less busy.
Two ssages in total.
[Chen Yun: Xiao Feng, don't forget dinner tomorrow night, smile.jpg.]
[Location: Qinghe District, Construction Road, Yongxiang Street....Spicy Hot Pot Restaurant]
The first ssage was from Chen Yun.
After a glance at the chat box, Chen Feng recalled the dinner arrangent for the next day.
Without mincing words, he tapped the screen and replied with a simple ok.
Soon, his phone vibrated, Chen Yun seed to be free, responding almost instantly.
[Chen Yun: Great, see you tomorrow then, looking forward.jpg.]
Not replying again, Chen Feng exited the chat box and looked at the second ssage.
[Wang Hanwen: Chen Feng, why don't you speak up about the class reunion in the group chat?]
[I heard you're in Nanjiang, can you make ti to join?]
Chen Feng raised an eyebrow at the second ssage.
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