"So handsome—I wish my boyfriend could fight like that, he's so dashing!" "Total wipeout. I bet even Jackie Chan couldn't do better than that. This guy should be in the movies." "It’s not over yet. Didn’t you see the one over there who’s even fiercer? There's going to be a real show now." "Worth the trip today! Saw a beauty and now I'm watching a fight—damn, this is exhilarating!"

The crowd around the swimming pool and on the street was in an uproar. They had expected a simple scene of thugs beating up students, but the situation had taken a dramatic turn: one student seemed possessed, instantly neutralizing two gang members. "Good! That was beautifully done!"

Inside the small Toyota van, the old man surnamed Qin’s eyes gleamed, slapping his laptop screen rhythmically. The driver nodded too. "Good skills, but they look like rough street fighting, not professionally trained." The old man immediately retorted, "So what if they're rough? When I was bayonet fighting the little devils back then, I was rough too, and I still took them down!" "Haha, you've seen many battles, Elder Qin. Your skills must be formidable." The old man’s granddaughter looked thoughtful. "That person looks somewhat familiar. I think I’ve seen him somewhere before?" "What, is he a classmate from your school?" The girl shook her head. "Probably not. Let me think a bit more."

Da Yu's face was ashen. Half a minute had passed, and Lei Di was still sitting there clutching his head, clearly having taken a serious punch. Niu Zi was curled up painfully on the ground like a hunched shrimp. Tie Dan's girlfriend rushed over and tugged several times but couldn't lift him. "Da Yu, this kid has real skills," Tie Dan moved closer and whispered, "Should I call a few more guys over?" Da Yu remained silent.

Da Yu didn't believe Wang Zhuo had skills. He had the eye to distinguish trained fighters from street brawlers. He wouldn't consider Tie Dan’s suggestion to call backup; not only would it be humiliating, but the opponent wouldn't give them the time to do so. Da Yu hadn't taken Wang Zhuo and his group seriously from the start. But after Wang Zhuo dispatched Lei Di and Niu Zi effortlessly, one by one, Da Yu’s confidence wavered. He figured he could handle those two himself, but certainly not with Wang Zhuo's clean efficiency. Yet, the situation now offered no retreat. Hundreds of people were watching the spectacle, and Security Guard Ma Dongsheng was visible behind the swimming pool window. This fight had to happen, whether he wanted it or not! Fei Long, with his loose tongue, was already shouting from the side, "Hey, you big guy, the one almost two meters tall—isn't it your turn now!" Da Yu was slightly over 1.9 meters tall. Fei Long deliberately exaggerated the height, clearly mocking him for hesitating to step up. Tie Dan quietly suggested, "Da Yu, you go first, and I'll sneak up and land a surprise blow to cripple him!" "Good!" Da Yu was burning with rage, thinking, when had I, Da Yu, ever sunk to needing help from a companion for a one-on-one fight? I must take this kid down today. "Is it your turn now?" Wang Zhuo stood steadily in a horse stance, sneering as he hooked his index finger toward the challenging Da Yu. "Looking to die!"

Da Yu’s fury surged. He swung his long legs, closing the distance in three steps, positioning himself before Wang Zhuo. His left arm was bent defensively in front of him as he threw a right straight punch. This punch fully leveraged his height and reach advantage. His upper body leaned forward, placing his lower body outside Wang Zhuo's counter-attack range, while his left arm guarded his upper body—it seemed flawless. Wang Zhuo swiftly stepped back, dodging the blow. Da Yu, having seized the initiative, immediately pressed his attack, unleashing a standard boxing combination. Driver Xiao Ping nodded repeatedly. "This kid has practiced boxing; he’s quite good." "What happens in a boxing ring isn't always practical," Old Man Qin shook his head dismissively. "Watch, he’s going to lose."

Just then, Wang Zhuo's foot seemed to twist, as if he stepped on something, slowing his footwork by half a beat. Da Yu instantly seized the opportunity and threw a full-force right hook. This punch was delivered with all his strength, whistling fiercely through the air. If it had connected, even in a boxing ring, it would have been enough to send Wang Zhuo, weighing around 140 jin, flying. And since Da Yu was bare-fisted, without the cushioning of boxing gloves, if Wang Zhuo had taken this hit, his jawbone might have shattered. But in the very moment this punch was thrown, Da Yu saw a mocking smile curve Wang Zhuo’s lips. The realization that he had fallen into a trap barely surfaced before the punch missed completely! Qi Fei’s scream hadn't even reached her vocal cords when she saw Wang Zhuo suddenly drop his center of gravity, effortlessly evading the potentially fatal blow. Then, he slapped both palms onto the ground, and his legs shot out like startled snakes, lightning fast, aimed at Da Yu’s abdomen. "Bang!"

The abdomen is the most vulnerable part of the human body. Although Wang Zhuo couldn't generate full leverage for this kick, it was enough to temporarily incapacitate Da Yu. Da Yu's face instantly contorted, and he doubled over, clutching his stomach in agony. Seeing this, the girl in the small Toyota van clapped excitedly. "Grandpa was right!" "Elder Qin has sharp eyes," Xiao Ping, the driver, was now completely convinced.

At that moment, gasps rose from the crowd. Wang Zhuo suddenly twisted his body halfway around, leaping into the air, and swung his right leg down hard, connecting with Da Yu’s cheekbone! Wang Zhuo was never a saint, and he certainly wouldn't show mercy to these petty thugs, as long as he didn't kill or permanently maim them. Da Yu was propelled forward by the momentum of the kick. Flying out with the blood from his lips were several loose white teeth. "Wonderful!" Old Man Qin applauded loudly, excited like a child.

Just then, Tie Dan silently moved around Wang Zhuo’s flank, raising the cement brick in his hand. He suddenly heard a sharp hiss, saw a flash of white mist before his eyes, and then felt intense pain in both eyes. His nose and mouth felt like they had been savagely struck by something, and he instantly flopped backward onto the ground looking at the sky. The attacker was none other than Qi Fei. She had been closely watching Tie Dan’s movements, and the can of anti-rape pepper spray had finally found its use. "Ah—" Tie Dan's girlfriend with the dyed-yellow hair shrieked and rushed forward, but Sun Donghao blocked her path, holding up an ashtray.

The four thugs lay sprawled on the ground. Tie Dan, sprayed full in the face with chili water, was screaming the most miserably, his voice reduced to hoarse croaks in moments. The other three were no better off. Though each only took one hit from Wang Zhuo, the blows were devastating, leaving them completely incapable of fighting further. "This has nothing to do with me; I didn't even move a finger," Fei Long strolled playfully between the four men, subjecting them to every possible insult. "If you're thinking of revenge, I suggest you forget it. Even after another ten years of training, you won't be a match for him." Sun Donghao answered a call and said to Wang Zhuo, "The 110 patrol will be here soon. Should we go?" "Go!" Wang Zhuo nodded lightly.

Just as Wang Zhuo and his group were about to get into a taxi, Da Yu, clutching his mouth which now showed gaps where his teeth used to be, hissed resentfully, "Have the guts to leave your names!" Wang Zhuo turned back and sneered, "Remember to get an invoice after you see the doctor. Come to Shengxin Pawnshop to claim reimbursement from me. If you want another fight, I'm available anytime."

The four got into the taxi and sped away. The spectators immediately dispersed like a tide, and in a moment, only Da Yu’s group of six remained, miserably flagging down two taxis and quickly leaving the scene. The 110 patrol car arrived late. The police officers who got out seemed relieved to have an easy call. After glancing at the bloodstains on the ground, they went into the swimming pool to make inquiries.

The Toyota van drove slowly down the tree-lined road. The girl suddenly brightened. "I remember now! He's Wang Zhuo, the Action Choreographer! I've seen his videos!" "Action Choreographer? Is he an actor?" Old Man Qin asked hastily. "No, 'Action Choreographer' is his nickname. Grandpa, let me find his videos for you." The girl quickly opened her laptop, adding, "This kid might have fought back when someone pointed a gun at his head. Everyone at our school knows him; all the boys look up to him as an idol!" Xiao Ping, the driver, frowned slightly and asked, "He’s from your school?" "No, he's in his third year at J High School." The girl found the videos saved on her hard drive and opened one for her grandfather, saying cheerfully, "Forget our school; right now, no middle school student in the entire city doesn't know him. He’s definitely the talk of the town recently!" "Really? Let me see!" Old Man Qin was highly interested and leaned over the computer to watch.