Chapter Three: The Proper Way to Package Yourself!

“Me?” Fang Can pointed to himself.

“Of course, if you’ve truly never practiced martial arts before,” Li Fengtian said, appraising Fang Can like a raw jade.

He had watched most of Fang Can’s fight just now. To defeat five armed men single-handedly, without a scratch, was an extraordinary talent in martial arts, one in ten thousand.

“Martial arts? Does simple fitness count?” Fang Can flexed his bicep.

To maintain his physique, he did a certain amount of anaerobic exercise daily to keep his body fat at a steady level.

But this action immediately drew a sneer from Li Fengtian.

Without strength to lift a heavy cauldron or hands tough enough to crush skulls, this level of physicality was inferior even to the street thugs who had trained for a year or two in his gang.

“I mean your movements—they’re just right. The timing and rhythm of your power delivery don’t quite match your body,” Li Fengtian said.

He almost said, “These moves don’t look like they came from a weakling like you.”

“Techniques?” Fang Can said matter-of-factly, “Isn’t skill something you can learn just by watching? Like how birds are born to fly, or how apples fall when ripe—it’s that simple.”

“Hah, such arrogance,” Li Fengtian chuckled, suddenly feeling a spark of admiration for this talent.

Without warning, his right fist shot out like a heavy cannonball toward Fang Can’s forehead.

He wanted to test this boy, see if he was really as gifted as he claimed.

The air around them stiffened like frozen water as Li Fengtian’s punch moved with such speed it created thick resistance.

The force was enough to embed his fist into steel.

Had it connected, Fang Can’s head would have exploded like a watermelon.

But in the next moment, the punch stopped steadily just short of Fang Can’s forehead, the gust of wind sweeping his stray hair back.

Li Fengtian looked at the unmoving youth before him, who hadn’t even blinked, and asked, “Kid, why didn’t you dodge?”

Fang Can replied calmly, “Because you won’t kill me.”

Li Fengtian couldn’t understand this kid’s logic. “Where’s your courage? You really think I won’t kill you?”

“Because I’m a genius!” Fang Can answered confidently. “You obviously have a fondness for talent—you wouldn’t kill me so easily.”

After saying this, Fang Can ignored Li Fengtian and turned to rummage through the belongings of the five unconscious thugs he had just defeated, casually changing into their clothes.

Watching this boy nonchalantly gathering gear as if at home, Li Fengtian couldn’t help but smile.

A faint grin tugged at the corner of his mouth as he thought this guy really was cut out for gang life.

Just a bit old—he’d missed the best time to start martial arts.

Starting at eighteen or nineteen means by the time you’re ready to be a killer, you’d be at least twenty-five.

Fang Can, of course, did not have the courage Li Fengtian assumed; he simply deduced the man’s thoughts from subtle expressions and actions.

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