Inside the simulation space, Lin Tian slowly withdrew his fist.
The air still trembled slightly from the force of the punch.
He looked down at his hand with interest.
"Not bad."
The technique that originally belonged to Zhao Kang had been completely refined.
Iron Breaker Fist.
A simple but powerful martial technique.
More importantly, Lin Tian understood something crucial.
"With the system helping analyze techniques…"
"And my comprehension…"
"I can improve almost any martial art."
That realization alone made this world full of possibilities.
The white simulation space slowly began fading.
The system voice echoed again.
[Simulation Time Ended]
[Returning Host to Original World]
In the blink of an eye—
Lin Tian found himself sitting on the bed in Chen Yun's small room again.
Only a few seconds had passed in the real world.
He stretched his arms slightly.
Despite the long training session inside the simulation space, his body did not feel tired at all.
"That's convenient."
But just as he stood up—
BANG!
The door suddenly burst open.
Three disciples rushed into the room.
At the front stood Zhao Kang.
His face was dark with anger.
Behind him were two larger disciples Lin Tian had never seen before.
Zhao Kang pointed at Lin Tian.
"It's him!"
One of the larger disciples stepped forward.
He was tall and muscular, with a scar across his cheek.
"So you're the trash who embarrassed my cousin?"
Lin Tian looked at Zhao Kang.
"Oh."
"So you brought help."
Zhao Kang sneered.
"You think you're impressive just because you dodged a few punches?"
"My cousin is an inner disciple!"
"Brother Wang here is already at Body Tempering Stage 3!"
The scar-faced disciple cracked his knuckles.
"You made my cousin lose face in front of everyone."
"That means you made me lose face too."
Lin Tian sighed softly.
"People here really care a lot about face."
Brother Wang stepped forward.
"You'll apologize."
"Then kneel outside the courtyard for three hours."
"Maybe I'll let you off."
Lin Tian stared at him calmly.
"What if I refuse?"
Brother Wang smiled coldly.
"Then I'll break your legs."
The room became silent.
Zhao Kang crossed his arms confidently.
He was already imagining Lin Tian crying and begging.
But instead—
Lin Tian simply stepped forward.
"Alright."
"I'll accept your challenge."
The three of them froze.
"…Challenge?" Zhao Kang said.
Brother Wang frowned.
"You're only Stage 1."
"I'm Stage 3."
Lin Tian shrugged.
"Then it should be easy for you."
Brother Wang's eyes narrowed.
"You're asking to be beaten."
He stepped outside into the open space in front of the room.
"Come."
Soon several nearby disciples noticed the commotion and gathered around.
"Another fight?"
"That's Brother Wang!"
"Chen Yun is dead…"
The crowd whispered nervously.
Brother Wang stood confidently with his arms folded.
"Attack first."
Lin Tian stepped into the small clearing.
He took a deep breath.
This was the perfect opportunity.
A stronger opponent meant better analysis data.
Brother Wang suddenly moved.
His fist shot forward like a hammer.
Fast.
Much faster than Zhao Kang.
But to Lin Tian—
It was still readable.
Every movement.
Every shift of weight.
Every opening.
His mind processed everything instantly.
Lin Tian sidestepped.
Brother Wang's punch missed.
The crowd gasped.
Brother Wang attacked again.
Two punches.
Three.
Four.
Each one powerful enough to break bones.
But Lin Tian dodged every single one.
His movements were calm and efficient.
Inside his mind—
The system quietly analyzed everything.
[Martial Technique Detected]
[Iron Mountain Fist — Mortal Grade]
[Analyzing…]
Brother Wang's attacks became more aggressive.
"You think you can just dodge forever?!"
He raised both fists and launched a heavy strike straight at Lin Tian's chest.
This time—
Lin Tian didn't dodge.
He stepped forward instead.
His fist moved like lightning.
Iron Breaker Fist.
BOOM!
Their fists collided.
A shockwave burst through the air.
Brother Wang's eyes widened in disbelief.
Cracks echoed from his knuckles.
The force pushed him back three full steps.
The crowd fell silent.
Zhao Kang's jaw dropped.
"Impossible…"
Lin Tian calmly lowered his fist.
Inside his mind—
The system voice echoed.
[Technique Analysis Completed]
+15 Origin Points
Lin Tian smiled slightly.
"A good harvest."
Brother Wang stared at his trembling hand in shock.
"How…?"
Lin Tian simply looked at him calmly.
"You should train more."
Then he turned around and walked back toward his room.
Leaving behind a courtyard full of stunned disciples.
And three people who could not understand what had just happened.