Mid-stage Inner Strength!
Harvey Xie was only eighteen this year, yet he had already reached the mid-stage of Inner Strength. In Medicine King Valley, he might not be as dazzling as prodigies like Sean Shao and Zane Zhen, but he was still not to be underestimated.
If a family in the mundane world produced an eighteen-year-old at mid-stage Inner Strength, their entire clan's power would probably rise a whole level!
Ever since he followed Elder Huo out of Medicine King Valley, Harvey's confidence had skyrocketed. Any peers he met were basically no match for him.
Right now, Harvey Xie looked at Evan Lin with nothing but contempt in his eyes.
“Mid-stage Inner Strength?” Evan raised an eyebrow, feeling oddly amused. He sighed and gave Harvey a look that was hard to read.
Guys at this level, Evan could crush with a single hand. Ever since he returned from Leyang, the name Nine Mysteries Immortal Lord had shaken Haizhou. A mere mid-stage Inner Strength? Not worth mentioning.
But seeing Evan’s expression, Harvey thought he was scared—probably clueless about what a true Inner Strength expert was. “With your limited perspective, I bet you have no idea what mid-stage Inner Strength really means.”
“Let me be straight with you. Those goons you handled at Imperial Grand Karaoke—if they faced me, I could take on a hundred of them at once!”
Harvey smirked arrogantly, lifted his chin, and shot Evan a cold look. “You know how to fight, but all you’ve got are some backwater moves. Me? I fight with the secret martial arts of Medicine King Valley!”
“If you’re scared, that’s fine. Just apologize to me right now, then go tell Lynn Chen and Yolanda Fang you’re not coming to Fenghua Mountain tomorrow. Do that, and I won’t bother with you.”
No sooner had Harvey finished speaking than Evan stepped right up to him.
“Hmm?” Harvey licked his lips. “Looks like you really want to fight me?”
“You don’t know what’s good for you! Just wait, you’ll be begging me on your knees in a minute!”
Harvey shouted and moved forward, but Evan was already right in front of him, lightly patting Harvey’s shoulder with one hand.
“Mid-stage Inner Strength sounds impressive.” Evan stood before him, speaking calmly.
Harvey’s expression turned cold as he tried to summon his inner strength, ready to smash Evan to the ground with a punch.
But suddenly, he realized he couldn’t muster any strength at all! The surging power he’d relied on—gone, like it never existed!
Smack!
Harvey’s eyes widened as he took a slap to the face. He jerked his head up, staring at Evan in disbelief. “Did you just hit me?”
Smack!
Another slap.
Nothing fancy about this one—no technique, no flair. Just a clean, crisp smack right across his face.
“Hey, aren’t you supposed to be a mid-stage Inner Strength master?” Evan looked genuinely puzzled. “Then fight back! Come on, fight back.”
Harvey burned with rage at Evan’s words. “How dare you!”
He tried to swing a punch at Evan’s face, but it had no power, no force, and moved so slowly it looked like something a street thug would use.
Evan casually tilted his head, dodged with ease, then threw a punch straight into Harvey’s nose.
Bang.
The punch left Harvey dazed. He staggered back two steps, steadied himself, wiped his nose, and saw blood on his hand. “You!”
Blood was dripping from Harvey’s nose where Evan had hit him. Furious, Harvey roared, “You’re dead!”
“Watch me knock you out with one punch!”
Harvey roared and stomped forward, charging straight at Evan.
But Evan just casually lifted his leg and sent Harvey sprawling to the ground.
Bang!
“What’s going on? Where’s my inner strength? Where’s my power?” Harvey was frantic, feeling completely hollow and unable to muster any force.
It was like he’d been crippled and turned into an ordinary person in an instant!
“Your inner strength? Mid-stage master, huh?” Evan sneered, stepping forward and towering over Harvey. “All that boasting—I thought you were actually tough.”
“Weren’t you going to beat me up? Go ahead, do it.”
Evan lifted his foot and tapped Harvey’s face with his toe.
Harvey glared up at Evan, but the moment he raised his head, Evan kicked him right in the face, sending him rolling across the ground in a mess.
If you don’t have the skills, don’t act tough. Mid-stage Inner Strength? Sorry, I don’t care what that is—I just know my fists are harder than yours.” Evan strolled toward Harvey.
Harvey scrambled up from the ground, but the moment he got to his feet, Evan hit him with a sharp elbow to the face and sent him straight back down.
No fancy moves—just simple, shallow punches and a few kicks.
Harvey was starting to doubt his whole life. He stared at Evan, eyes wide in disbelief.
He couldn’t figure it out!
He refused to accept it!
This loser in front of him was clearly just some clueless bumpkin—no qi, no Inner Strength, just plain fists and kicks. Yet he couldn’t fight back at all!
“Just wait! I’m feeling sick today! When I’m back to normal, you’re dead!” Harvey howled.
But as soon as he finished shouting, he suddenly felt something enter his mouth.
The taste...
A little salty, a little hard, but most of all—disgusting.
Disgusting?
Harvey’s eyes bulged as he frantically clawed the stuff out of his mouth, gagging and retching.
“Oops, I just kicked a piece of cat poop your way. You know, places like this are full of stray cats and dogs doing their business everywhere. But I hear high-class guys like you drink cat-poop coffee, right?”
“Don’t mind it—just think of it as dry cat-poop coffee.”
Evan shook his head and walked over.
Harvey had just spat out the cat poop when Evan stomped on the back of his head.
In an instant, Harvey’s face was pressed right into the pile of cat poop he’d just spat out.
His eyes went wide as he cried out, and the next moment his whole face was in full contact with the cat poop.
“Alright, that’s enough for today. And you—go home and brush your teeth. Instead of bragging about being a mid-stage Inner Strength master, you should introduce yourself as a warrior who dares to taste cat poop.”
Evan looked calm, yawned, and walked away.