C3 Instant Victory

Despite the late hour and the absence of streetlights in the secluded alley, Qin Anyi was surprised to find that he could still see his surroundings with crystal-clear clarity! His body had undergone a transformation that enhanced all his senses, making them incredibly sharp.

"Is anyone there? Please... can you help me?" The girl had run until she was only about five meters from Qin Anyi before she realized someone was there. Her breathless voice suddenly filled with relief.

As the girl approached, the Qilin's projection vanished at Qin Anyi's mental command.

Talk about a small world... Qin Anyi ignored the girl's plea for help and instead focused on the four guys behind her, their faces alight with excitement.

Black Skin! The very thugs who had robbed him of two months' earnings and left him injured on the ground. If not for the stroke of luck that activated the Qilin with his blood, he might be bidding the world farewell due to blood loss.

Qin Anyi's fists tightened, his knuckles popping as he began to process various data in his head. Having merged with the Qilin and gained these abilities, he was determined not to let them go to waste.

He was also intrigued by the data analysis capabilities the Qilin had mentioned. He was eager to understand what this so-called ability to judge data really entailed.

"Hehe, looks like this alley's been good to us, huh? We hit the jackpot here before, and now we get to have some fun again. Hey girl, no use running—it's a dead end. You won't get away. Might as well save your energy to take good care of us later," Black Skin taunted, staggering forward with a drunken hiccup, in no apparent rush. He was confident that with the four of them blocking the way, the girl had no chance of escape.

"Yang Cheng, please stand behind me so you don't get hurt," Qin Anyi instructed, stepping forward.

It suddenly clicked why she looked familiar—she was his classmate. But Qin Anyi, usually so isolated in class and preoccupied with his studies and part-time work, hadn't recognized her in the urgency of the moment.

"You... you know me?" The girl asked, taken aback. It was too dark for her eyes to adjust, and she couldn't make out Qin Anyi's features.

"Sure thing, we're classmates after all. Come stand by me," Qin Anyi said with a nod. His mental data analysis was relatively straightforward since they hadn't come to blows yet. He could only make basic assumptions based on the quartet's movements, leaving precise data on other factors elusive, which left him feeling somewhat uneasy.

Classmates? Yang Cheng blinked in surprise before dutifully moving behind Qin Anyi. As she steadied herself, her eyes gradually adjusted to the enveloping darkness, only to be shocked to discover that the man before her was stark naked.

Embarrassed by the sight of his broad shoulders and muscular back, Yang Cheng instinctively averted her gaze downward and gasped— he wasn't wearing pants either.

Is that... a man's butt?! Her cheeks flamed red, her brain struggling to process the scene. In the dead of night, in a deserted alley, why was he completely undressed? Was he... could he be one of those fabled exhibitionists?

Unaware of the bizarre label Yang Cheng had mentally assigned him, Qin Anyi was laser-focused on the approaching thugs, intent on settling the score from their encounter three hours earlier.

"Why's someone else here? Guys, knock him out first! Let's avoid any hassle. And be gentle with the girl; she's petite. We'll take turns, and I'm up first," Black Skin commanded his cronies as they closed in, finally noticing Qin Anyi. Though surprised, Black Skin remained nonchalant.

The lackeys snickered in unison. Their vision might have been poor, but it didn't stop their fists from aiming for Qin Anyi.

Accustomed to throwing their weight around, the four didn't waste time with words and went straight for the attack.

A three-dimensional image of their movements materialized in Qin Anyi's mind, each action broken down and analyzed in real-time. The velocity and power of their punches, their capacity for taking hits, and their attack patterns, including potential follow-up strikes, were all vividly laid out before him.

Qin Anyi's gaze hardened. He was not one for fighting; Qin Anyi had always been seen as the quiet, well-behaved kid. Now, with the threat of these hooligans looming, fear and anxiety surged within him. His resolve to stand his ground was the only thing keeping him going.

Just hours later, Qin Anyi found himself surrounded by the same four thugs, but this time, his excitement surged even more. The primary catalyst for this emotional shift was the "Qilin."

"Be careful!" Yang Cheng, crouched behind Qin Anyi, watched the three thugs throw their punches and couldn't help but cry out anxiously. Despite the oddity of the naked man before her, he was Yang Cheng's only hope. The thugs had clearly had too much to drink, and the thought of what might happen if she ended up in their clutches was terrifying.

As Yang Cheng's warning left her lips, Qin Anyi sprang into action. His brain's analysis allowed him to effortlessly sidestep the incoming fists and seize the opening in their assault.

The analysis showed the thugs' punches maxed out at seventy-nine kilograms of force—harmless against Qin Anyi's physique. Yet, with his limited fighting experience, he instinctively disliked the idea of enduring their blows.

In a mere moment, Qin Anyi advanced three steps, closing in on the thugs. His fists, heavy with force, swung out and connected with their faces simultaneously.

The thugs' vision blurred, a searing pain blanketing their minds. They didn't even have time to cry out before they slumped into unconsciousness, their bodies sent flying by the force of the impact.

One against three, victory in a second.

Silence.

The alley fell into an eerie stillness, the only sounds the whoosh of bodies flying through the air and the thud of their landing.

Black Skin's previously squinted, drunken eyes snapped open. The shock of seeing his underlings flung through the air sobered him up. His heart skipped a beat, and he held his breath, staring in disbelief at the figure across from him.

What just happened?

All three of his men were sent flying at once?

Could this be a hallucination from drinking too much?

Yang Cheng's mouth hung open, frozen in the shape of her last warning. The reminder still echoed in her ears, but the scene before her had already undergone a radical change.

Although the three men were clearly drunk, it seemed a bit over the top for one person to knock all three down in the blink of an eye. Could he possibly be one of those legendary kung fu masters?

Hold on, he mentioned he was a classmate! But there wasn't anyone that formidable among his peers, was there?

Qin Anyi, however, paid no mind to their astonished looks. He was simply gazing at his fist, lost in thought.

Three punches in half a second! Each delivering a force of 160 kilograms! He knew his body had grown significantly stronger after the 'Qilin' had repaired it, but he hadn't anticipated such explosive power. A punch packing 160 kilograms of force was on par with professional boxers!

The swift defeat of the three thugs in under a second had lifted Qin Anyi's spirits considerably. It's no wonder many people are drawn to violence; the sheer thrill of releasing pent-up energy with your fists is truly unmatched.

"You... You... It's you!" Black Skin's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he finally recognized the odd man before him. Was this the same student they had robbed just hours earlier? What in the world was happening?