Era of Mist

"Yo, motherfucker!"

A group of Westerners scrambled to their feet and charged this way in a disorganized mess. They were tall and burly, their bodies strong and rippling with muscle—a terrifying sight.

But Shi Tiexin just straightened his leather jacket and strode forward, completely unafraid.

At the same time, one after another, Guo Bing, Microphone King, and Ah Fei came pouring out of the private room, each grabbing a weapon. All of them had brutish faces twisted into vicious sneers as they charged forward behind Shi Tiexin.

Then, twelve heads popped out of the private room to watch the show, lining the doorframe in two rows from low to high. The girls’ eyes were sparkling. They loved nothing more than watching hot guys fight.

"Whoa—!"

Amidst a chorus of shrieks, Shi Tiexin was already leading the charge. With one punch, he sent a white man flying into a wall. A casual kick sent the black man behind him flying into the opposite wall.

Shi Tiexin was like a wrecking ball; whatever he hit went flying. No one could stop him.

If these Westerners had charged in formation, it would have taken some effort—at the very least, he would have had to expend some vital energy. But they had just been thrown into disarray by a flying table and were now charging in a long, drawn-out line, each man more than a meter apart from the next. To Shi Tiexin, what was the difference between this and serving up dishes?

It was even easier than the time with the crowd of eight hundred people.

Because these Westerners’ fighting skills were even worse than the students’ at Xinggong Disciples School.

He could one-shot them back then, and it was even easier now!

Straight punches, hooks, uppercuts; whip kicks, snap kicks, intercepting kicks. With his Basic Fist Arts at level seventy-five, Shi Tiexin felt that every move he made landed perfectly. These Westerners were ridiculously easy to beat.

’Besides,’ he thought, ’this body of mine is just too incredible!’

He didn’t need a second move to take someone down. One punch, one man down. None of them could last a single round! If he weren’t holding back, each punch would have been fatal. The Westerners were the ones screaming and charging, yet they couldn’t slow Shi Tiexin’s advance in the slightest. He simply pushed his way straight through them.

"Get ’em!" "Beat ’em up!" "Thrash these damn foreign bastards!"

His three lackeys followed behind, swinging wildly, smashing down anyone who was struggling to get back up and making sure they stayed down for good.

Seeing this, the black man who had been tied up with Ah D finally showed a change in expression. With a furious roar, his muscles bulged. Over one-point-nine meters tall, his wide, powerful frame charged toward Shi Tiexin like a tank.

"Big Bro, watch out!" Ah D cried out in alarm, worried that Shi Tiexin would be caught off guard. "This guy is a high-l—"

HISS—Shi Tiexin sucked in a breath. The false dan in his lower abdomen suddenly swelled to the size of a peanut, several times larger than when it first formed. He stepped forward, shook his shoulder, drew back his arm, infused it with vital energy, and threw a vicious right punch!

A sharp whistle pierced the air as Shi Tiexin’s right fist instantly appeared before the burly black man’s face.

The black man instinctively tried to dodge, and he did move, but in Shi Tiexin’s eyes, it was as good as standing still. His movement wasn’t even worthy of shining the shoes for Flying Sand Step.

And so, the punch landed squarely in the center of that black face. Not an inch off, none of the force dispersed. He took one hundred percent of the blow.

WHOOSH! BANG! CRACK!

With a loud thud, the burly black man was sent flying back the same way he came. Blood sprayed through the air. The man’s face had completely caved in, and he had lost consciousness in mid-flight. He landed with a heavy THUMP, like a sandbag, silent and still.

"Weakling," Shi Tiexin said, shaking his hand. Then he looked at Ah D. "What were you saying just now?"

Ah D: "..."

"Aaaah~!" "Brother~ Zun~!" "Invincible~! Invincible~!" "Brother Zun, you’re so strong~!"

The twelve heads in the back all went wild, and the girls started running out to get closer to him. In the end, the Lady Boss had to scold them back into their room before they finally calmed down.

"Brother Zun!" "Brother Zun, you were amazing!" "We owe you for today, Brother Zun!" The underlings in suits came forward to thank him.

Shi Tiexin spotted the battered figures of Zhou Xiong and Zhou Nan in the crowd. They looked like they had been beaten badly. He hadn’t expected the two brothers would be assigned to work security here.

Among everyone, the two brothers seemed to be the worst off, their faces bruised and swollen, their clothes disheveled. It was a miserable sight.

Shi Tiexin couldn’t help but ask, "Are you guys okay?"

"We’re... we’re fine..."

’Yeah, right!’ Shi Tiexin thought. ’Just look at your swollen eye sockets. Can you even open your eyes enough to see anything? And what’s with the lisp? Don’t tell me you got your teeth knocked out.’

"Go to a hospital and get checked out."

"Th-thank ya, Brother Zhun..."

’Look at those cheeks, they’re so swollen it’s like he’s got a steamed bun stuffed in each one.’ Shi Tiexin could barely look at them.

’But what started all this chaos today, anyway?’

Shi Tiexin looked over at the girl, who was now hugging her knees in a corner while the Lady Boss questioned her. After a few words, the Lady Boss went to the Westerners’ private room. There were other girls inside who hadn’t come out during the fight. A short while later, about ten girls emerged. They seemed to be covered in bruises, and some had their clothes torn.

"Brother Zun," the Lady Boss said, walking over. "I asked around. These bastards came looking for girls to drink with them, and a few minutes later, they started getting rough. Xiaowei wasn’t willing, so she ran out, and that’s what led to all this."

"Not willing?" Ah Fei scoffed. "It’s obvious these foreign devils were here to cause trouble today, so let’s set that aside for a moment. But this little girl of yours, she’s in this line of work and she’s still being picky?"

"Aiyo, Brother Fei, the girls here only drink with clients, they don’t sleep with them~~ Of course, for someone as handsome and charming as you, Brother Fei, it would be perfectly normal for one of them to admire you privately~~" The Lady Boss said with a coquettish smile, then sighed. "But it’s true, that child Xiaowei doesn’t sleep with clients."

Ah Fei sneered. "Putting on airs like that. Does she think she’s some kind of Champion Scholar!"

"Not a Champion Scholar, but close enough." The Lady Boss’s tone was uncharacteristically serious. "Xiaowei is a top student at Tokyo University, studying finance. She should have had a bright future ahead of her. But it’s a pity. With the way the world is now, plus some trouble at home, she has no choice but to come out here and earn money."

The Lady Boss’s words took Shi Tiexin by surprise. ’This girl is a student at Tokyo University?’ His original self had never heard of Tokyo University, but he’d heard bits and pieces about it since coming here.

’In my original world’s timeline, this Xiaowei would be equivalent to a Cultivator at the Scholar level—and a Scholar from a pretty good academy at that. She might even have had the potential to join the Student Union’s main sequence. That arrogant "kind soul," the Dragon Map Scholar, was essentially on the same tier as this Xiaowei.’

’But now, in this chaotic world, she can only be a bar hostess.’

Just as he was thinking this, the girl stood up. She walked over and thanked him in a small, quiet voice, "Th... Thank you..."

She was like a frightened little bird, not daring to look at anyone. But in the end, she lifted her head slightly and stole a glance at Ah D, adding, "Thank you... for... saving me..."

Her voice was hoarse, her hair a mess, and her state disheveled, but she somehow gave off a feeling of purity. Looking closely, she was actually quite beautiful.

"Er... um... oh..." Ah D stammered, a rare sight.