The Almighty Martial Arts System - Chapter 162

After shattering the car windows, the men discarded the bricks in their hands. It hadn’t even crossed their minds that they’d need external tools like bricks to deal with Jiang Fei and Qiao Yiyi.

In the blink of an eye, the two unarmed men didn’t even have time to throw a punch before Jiang Fei took them down in two moves.

Jiang Fei’s speed was terrifying—his layered footwork combined with Tai Chi left the slightly overweight middle-aged boss and the other man stunned. Before they could process what was happening, their two companions were already down.

Shock and fear gripped them.

The near-supernatural scene they’d just witnessed had only two explanations:

Either they’d seen a ghost, or the man they’d intended to cripple today was actually a combat monster.

Using common sense, ghosts were unlikely. That left only one possibility—Jiang Fei, Qiao Yiyi’s rumored boyfriend, was a martial arts expert!

Realizing this, the boss and his remaining accomplice felt a surge of dread. Their expressions twisted in fear. They were professional thugs, skilled at handling ordinary people, but facing a martial arts master? That was suicide!

“Dammit! The mission briefing never mentioned this guy was a fighter!” the boss cursed inwardly, regret gnawing at him. The two men Jiang Fei had effortlessly taken down were the strongest in their group. With them out of the picture, was there even a contest left?

Today wasn’t about them dishing out beatings—it was about getting beaten.

“Boss, what do we do? Should I run?” The man who’d lusted after Qiao Yiyi stammered, legs trembling.

“Run? Did you see how fast he moved? You think we can outrun him?” the portly boss hissed, eyes locked on Jiang Fei, terrified he’d charge at them.

“Then what? Even if we had ten more guys, we’d still get wrecked!”

The boss’s mind raced. “You distract him. I’ll grab Qiao Yiyi. If we take her hostage, he’ll have to surrender!”

“No way!” The man’s face paled. “I can’t hold him off! Boss, you’re stronger—you distract him! I’ll handle the girl. I’m better with women anyway.”

After Jiang Fei’s display, distracting him was a death wish.

“You spineless coward! Weren’t you ‘too gentlemanly’ to hit a woman earlier?” The boss smacked the man’s head in fury.

“Boss—no, ancestor! Stop hitting me! He’s coming!” The man scrambled back in panic.

“Shit!” The boss clenched his fists. Fear clawed at him, but he knew there was no backing out now.

No turning back after drawing the bow.

He couldn’t just kneel and beg for mercy—even if he did, Jiang Fei wouldn’t spare them.

Gritting his teeth, the boss rallied his courage. In his youth, he’d been a notorious enforcer, a local terror who’d fought his way through thirteen streets. He still had some fight left.

“Move fast! Grab Qiao Yiyi—I’ll hold him off!” The boss rolled up his sleeves, ready to brawl.

“Got it!” The man brightened, turning toward Qiao Yiyi.

But then—

Jiang Fei, who’d been advancing toward them, suddenly froze. His expression shifted. Without hesitation, he spun around, his body blurring as he dodged sideways with preternatural agility.

Whoosh!

A fist tore through the air where he’d stood moments earlier, the force whipping the attacker’s sleeve like a flag in a gale.

The strike came from the cold-eyed man who’d stepped out of the van last. His punch missed, but he didn’t pause—his fist arced left like a cannonball, relentless and deadly. The technique was simple, but its speed and power were terrifying.

In raw straight-line bursts, his speed nearly matched Jiang Fei’s 3.6 Agility and layered footwork!

This was the first time Jiang Fei had seen someone in real life move this fast—far surpassing Olympic sprinters.

Of course, this was short-range explosiveness. Over 100 meters, the man would tire. But in a fight, this burst was more than enough.

Jiang Fei’s eyes narrowed. He raised his arms in a Tai Chi block, barely intercepting the punch.

Thud!

“Incredible strength!” Jiang Fei’s heart lurched.

The impact rattled his bones, nearly knocking him off-balance. But Zhang Sanfeng’s Tai Chi—even this watered-down version—was exquisitely refined. Shifting his stance, Jiang Fei dispersed the force, staying upright.

“Huh? Still standing?”

The cold-eyed man’s brow twitched in surprise. His attacks intensified.

Fists rained down like a storm—each strike brutal, precise, and unpredictable. His power matched his speed, overwhelming Jiang Fei despite his Tai Chi and footwork. For the first time since gaining his system, Jiang Fei felt pressure.

This wasn’t like sparring with Gao Hengyuan or subduing troublemakers. This was life-or-death.

The killer’s aura was unmistakable. If not for Tai Chi’s defensive mastery and Jiang Fei’s enhanced physique, he’d already be on the ground.

Jiang Fei’s mind raced. This man wasn’t here for Qiao Yiyi. He was here for him. The thugs were just cover. Someone wanted him dead.

But who?

He’d made enemies, but none who’d dare send an assassin.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Jiang Fei’s arms numbed under the barrage. Defense alone wouldn’t save him. Offense was his only hope—but his Tai Chi was incomplete, only at Level 1.

He gritted his teeth. Should he spend his 201 skill points to upgrade Tai Chi now?

Meanwhile, the boss and his lackey gaped at the duel.

“Boss… what the hell is this?” the lackey whispered.

“How should I know?” the boss snarled. “Who is that guy? Was he part of the plan?”

“H-he was introduced by Hammer yesterday. Called ‘Xiao Liu.’ Said he was here to learn the ropes…”

The boss’s face darkened. “This isn’t some street brawl. That’s a kill fight. We’ve been played—someone used us as pawns!”

“By Li Jirong?”

“Maybe. Or maybe he’s a pawn too.” The boss spat. “We’re leaving. Now. Pretend none of this happened.”

They scrambled to drag their unconscious comrades away.

Just then, the battle shifted.

Jiang Fei realized—the assassin’s initial onslaught had weakened. His stamina was fading.

Right as Jiang Fei considered upgrading Tai Chi… he sensed an opening.