I will eventually become a divine being through accumulating constantly

He actually activated a new skill?

Xue Jing glanced at the panel notification that popped up before him.

In an instant, he felt as if his whole being had become much more 'coordinated'.

Originally, his attempt to act cool and aloof was somewhat stiff, after all, it wasn't really in his character, and there were many details in his expressions and movements that were not quite right.

But now, his entire demeanor exuded an 'I'm so freaking awesome' arrogance, flawless, as if belonging to a high-level antagonist heir in a fantasy novel.

Even emotionally, Xue Jing felt that he truly became 'proud'.

"Look at me, you brat."

Xue Jing, standing over Chen Feng, looked down on him from a high position, his tone no longer forcedly disdainful but naturally superior, as if he was born with this lofty demeanor.

"What about your championship, huh?"

"..." As Chen Feng felt the force of the foot on his chest, his resolute face began to change.

First disbelief, then gradually twisting into shame and anger, and finally fury.

With a surge of power, he vibrated violently, broke free from Xue Jing's stepping, swiftly rose to his feet, reached for Xue Jing's collar, and roared uncontrollably:

"Damn brat, I'll f—"

Before he could finish the word, Chen Feng's reaching hand was blocked by Xue Jing's hand.

With a blast of power, their palms collided, Xue Jing didn't hold back, with a pure mass and quantity overpowering, directly crushed all the power in Chen Feng's palm, grabbed his index and middle fingers, and mercilessly twisted them outward.

"Crack—"

Sounds of twisting joints erupted; Chen Feng's fingers were bent to an angle not normally achievable, almost touching the back of his hand.

"Ah!!"

Chen Feng screamed in agony.

"I'm talking to you, who gave you permission to stand up?"

Xue Jing, holding his fingers, flicked them like flipping noodles, a Dragon's Chant sounded, Power of the True Dragon penetrated Chen Feng's body, crushing all his resistance to dust.

Chen Feng was lifted off the ground, starting from the fingers Xue Jing held, a visible force surged through his body, bending it obviously, his bones making a cracking noise, completely lost balance, and once again fell to the ground.

"Such an ill-mannered champion."

Xue Jing stepped on his head, pushed down, and embedded it deeply into the rubber floor, instantly creating a circle of radial fractures around it.

"..."

Everyone was dumbstruck watching this sudden turn of events.

The usually unapproachable, domineering, and seemingly invincible president of the Martial Arts Club was now under someone's foot.

The other party was still apparently a teenage boy.

In an eerie silence, Xue Wan was the first to come back to her senses.

She hummed and said, "It looks like Senior Chen can't handle my little brother."

"How regrettable."

...

After leaving the Martial Arts Club venue, Shang Ping, a petite female college student, immediately covered her mouth with both hands, looking at Xue Jing in disbelief:

"Little brother is too amazing!"

Zhao Lu and Wei Juan also nodded repeatedly.

That was the president of Maple University's Martial Arts Club, a multiple university martial arts tournament champion.

In the eyes of Maple University's students, he was almost the strongest college student they knew.

But in front of Xue Jing, he was like a small chick, easily crushed in the palm.

Xue Wan wondered:

"I told you to go a bit tougher... but isn't this a bit too much?"

"I'm just cooperating with you, right? My acting was okay, wasn't it?" Xue Jing shrugged.

He had also realized that he might have gone a bit too far.

[Acting] activated, and in that instant, he got so into the role with its arrogant character. He was immersed in it, unconsciously carrying it on, going a bit too harsh.

Xue Wan looked at him skeptically: "That doesn't seem like acting."

"You're not pretending to be a good boy in front of me but actually going around beating people up and showing off, right?"

Xue Jing responded wryly: "You think too much."

Xue Wan smiled and ruffled Xue Jing's hair: "Thanks this time, my dear Doudou. You've grown up and are now able to help your sister."

Xue Jing moved her meddling hand away: "Are you sure that's enough? Wasn't Chen Feng supposed to be troublesome?"

"Enough... If he still dares to persist after this, then naturally, I have other ways to deal with him," Xue Wan said with a smile.

"Don't worry, your sister won't suffer a loss," she assured him confidently.

Xue Jing looked at her assured demeanor and nodded: "Then that's good."

The cat, Miao Miao, yawning on Xue Jing's shoulder, the whole time.

...

After wandering around Maple University with Xue Wan and others for a while, Xue Jing asked Xue Wan:

"By the way, aren't you from the Horticulture Institute? Why don't you take me there?"

Xue Wan paused, nonchalantly replied, "There's nothing interesting there, just lots of flowers and plants."

Zhao Lu laughed: "It's not easy to just visit the Horticulture Institute. Wanwan's teacher, Professor Lü... how should I put it, she's quite old-fashioned."

"Apart from Wanwan, I haven't seen the professor give a good face to any student... if we bring outsiders to the Horticulture Institute randomly, I guess she would get angry."

Xue Jing nodded, "I see."

As they were talking, a sudden shout came from nearby.

"Wanwan~"

Everyone turned their heads.

A woman in her thirties, likely a teacher holding books, was not far down the hallway, waving at them.