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"Yin Muhu... a direct disciple of Ma Zeyan from the Banyan City Diamond Dojo, and the youngest among them,"

"My mentor, Ma Zeyan, is a direct disciple of Zhou Liexiong, one of 'The Trio of Jade City,' Vajra Zhou, who is also my grandmaster."

"The style he practices is the Vajra Wishful Hand."

When Power reaches its extreme firmness, it becomes utmost softness. The method of Channeling Energy is unique in the world, capable of switching between utmost firmness and utmost softness at will, astounding all who witness it.

Remembering his master's assessment of the Vajra Wishful Hand, Xue Jing also stretched out his hand to shake with Yin Muhu, smiling as he said,

"So, Shady Girl, you're a whole generation younger than me?"

Discontented, Yin Muhu pouted and said, "Our schools are different, so naturally we each follow our own hierarchy. How could I be a generation younger than you?"

Xue Jing laughed out loud, about to speak, but his expression suddenly changed.

The handshake with Yin Muhu was supposed to be a quick touch and go, but just as he thought to withdraw his hand, it was firmly grasped by that enormous hand the size of a fan.

"Xue, be careful," Yin Muhu said with a gleam in his eye that showed his thrill for the hunt.

No sooner had the voice faded than Xue Jing immediately felt a thick and strange force emanating from that large hand.

It was as if thousands of fine, sharp steel needles had suddenly jabbed into him, yet also possessed an unspeakable flexibility, moving effortlessly at will.

"Interesting," Xue Jing's eyes lit up.

This was the first time he had encountered such Power.

Xue Jing likewise generated his Power, and the True Dragon inside him was born, roared towards his palm, and began to confront Yin Muhu's Power head-on.

Rigid Force is different from Soft Power; it is straightforward and difficult to control. To split Rigid Force into countless, threadlike 'needle shapes' is already quite the feat.

Yet, Yin Muhu's Power was more than just that.

Those thousands of 'steel needles,' like living soldiers under her command, each seemed to have its own consciousness and freely began to 'deploy and arrange' themselves.

Just like an experienced dragon-slaying army from a fantasy world, they began to target Xue Jing's Power, the True Dragon, for offense and defense.

As the two forces entwined, Xue Jing was shocked to discover that he was... at a disadvantage.

Every attack from the True Dragon was slowly entangled and diffused by the other side. The imperceptible weaknesses on a complete force were all exploited by those needlelike Wishful Forces finding gaps to penetrate.

In terms of sheer quantity, for every part of her Power, she could neutralize two or three parts of his Power.

Xue Jing's thoughts shifted, and he changed his strategy, employing the Golden Scales Transformation breathing skills, cloaking the True Dragon in an invisible 'Golden Scale Skin' and securing it as a whole, turning to a defensive stance.

The steel needle-like Wishful Force could no longer find a gap in the True Dragon and lingered on the outside, slowly circling...

Both parties were accomplished martial artists, and now using their Power in a 'sparring' competition, naturally caused some commotion around them.

From the clasped hands of the two came continuous booming sounds, as ripples of air wafted outwards, and a lightning-shaped crack formed in the center of the marble floor beneath where they stood.

In the hotel lobby, people with more sensitive tactile senses occasionally felt the floor vibrate slightly, as if some heavy object was being lifted beside them and then smashed onto the ground.

After a while, the clasped hands of Xue Jing and Yin Muhu suddenly burst apart.

Xue Jing stood still in his original spot, whereas Yin Muhu took three or four steps back, each step cracking the marble floor and leaving a few dozen centimeters in diameter of fissures.

Looking at her massive palm, Yin Muhu seemed a bit dazed.

On her palm were five deep red indentations where Xue Jing's Power had left its mark.

In contrast stood Xue Jing's palm, which was as pristine as jade, bearing no trace.

Despite such results, Xue Jing shook his head and smiled, "I lost, Shady Girl."

Right from the start of the Power exchange, he had matched the quality and quantity of Power with Yin Muhu, and they clashed head-on, only for him to end up losing.

This was the first time he had encountered such a situation since he began practicing martial arts.

The Vajra Wishful Hand, indeed worthy of its reputation from his mentor, Li Qi, as the 'unequaled in Channeling Energy' martial school.

Although, in the end, he used an even greater and stronger amount of Power to completely snuff out Yin Muhu's Power and won this 'sparring' round.

But that was simply overpowering someone with brute strength, not outdoing them in the use of Power.

Therefore, Xue Jing readily admitted his defeat.

On hearing this, Yin Muhu fell silent for a while before sighing, "No, it is I who have lost."

Although she had anticipated that Xue Jing would be strong, she never imagined he would be to this extent...

Under identical conditions, her Channeling Energy and combat, even with the great advantages of the Vajra Wishful Hand, failed to significantly defeat her opponent.

In the end, she was simply overpowered by brute force...

Looking down at her thick arm, Yin Muhu felt somewhat disheartened.

Her vastly superior physical prowess over men her age, that was what she took the most pride in...

Unaware that she inadvertently crushed Yin Muhu's proudest aspect, causing a bit of a crack in her warrior spirit, Xue Jing glanced at the floor and said,

"Looks like I'll have to pay for the hotel's floor repairs."

Yin Muhu snapped back to reality, nodded, and said, "Hmm, it started because of me, I'll take care of it."

"Brother Xue, I've got something on my mind, I'd like some time to myself... I'll head back to my room first..."

Xue Jing had wanted to chat with her a bit longer, to learn some stories about 'The Trio of Jade City', but seeing Yin Muhu in a seemingly bad state, he didn't insist on keeping her, only smiling and bidding her farewell.

Yin Muhu went to the hotel reception, spoke with the attendant for a while, discussed matters related to the compensation, then got on the elevator to her room.

Xue Jing sat back down on the sofa in the lounge area, stroking his chin.

"So this is the Vajra Wishful Hand's way of Channeling Energy? Very powerful, stolen."

I'll head back to my room later and use Visualization True for Consciousness Simulation, to truly steal it!

"To use Rigid Force more fluidly than Soft Power... Perhaps utilizing both Whirlwind Thunder and Shaking Star Fire at the same time, I might find a breakthrough here."

Xue Jing pondered.

In Hidden Dragon School, these two completely opposite moves, one rigid and the other soft, are extremely difficult to combine and are the toughest obstacle to break through in order to master the ultimate skill of 'Mystic Art·Vital Point' in the Five Murders Combine into One.

"Unexpected gains, nice."

Xue Jing gleefully opened the panel.

[...Hidden Dragon Energy Experience Points +232]

The exchange of energy in the bouts with Yin Muhu earned Hidden Dragon Vigor quite a sum of experience.

...

Ten minutes later, Xue Jing's phone rang.

He picked it up and saw that it was his agent, Jiang Siwei, calling.

Without answering, he stood up and looked towards the door.

A woman wearing a white blouse and a black pencil skirt, with long, slender legs covered in flesh-colored stockings and black pointed heels, exuding the classic office lady style, hurried in.

She had shoulder-length, fluffy short hair, a pretty face with delicate makeup, was wearing glasses, and carried a briefcase in one hand while the other held a phone to her ear, looking around.

"Wei, over here."

Xue Jing waved at her.

Hearing the voice, Jiang Siwei turned her head towards Xue Jing, spotted him, and quickly walked over.

"Mr. Xue, I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long..."

Jiang Siwei bowed slightly, an apologetic tone in her voice.

Xue Jing gestured for her to sit and smiled, "No worries, take a seat. And you don't have to call me Mr. Xue. Wei, you're older than me; just calling me Xue Jing, Ah Jing or Little Jing is fine."

Jiang Siwei sat down on the sofa opposite Xue Jing, lifted her head to look at him, and took a good look at him.

Although she had already seen Xue Jing's photos on his profile and prepared herself mentally,

Still, when she met him in person, her heart involuntarily skipped a beat.

Three big words sprung up in her mind immediately,

Cash cow!

This was a cash cow that, if managed well, could truly be invincible in the world!

The world has never lacked good-looking people, nor has it lacked strong fighters.

What's lacking is the combination of both good looks and fighting prowess.

And the person in front of her, stunningly handsome to the extreme, and according to his file, equally unmatched in combat skills…

Jiang Siwei suddenly felt puzzled.

How is it that such an obviously over-qualified newcomer fell into her lap to manage?

What have I done to deserve this? Did the club make some sort of mistake?

...