Jett rummaged through the bookshelf for a while and retrieved a script.
If there was one book in the bookshelf that required the least amount of black mist, it would not be surprising if it was the one he was holding.
"Eight Extremes Fist".
This was currently the only rare treasure in the bookshelf, the book that Jett had truly mastered.
As an orphan, Jett's physical constitution was not strong since childhood. Throughout his growth, Eight Extremes Fist had helped him resolve many troubles, and Landon was most aware of this.
As a rich second-generation, Landon's usual upbringing would not have intersected with an orphan like Jett. The two had met because Jett had once helped him out of a sense of righteousness.
"Three hundred units of black mist should be enough for the mutated Eight Extremes Fist."
Jett sat down again and began flipping through the Eight Extremes Fist. Soon, he was fully immersed.
In his mind's, Eight Extremes Fist appeared differently from the other scripts.
No words appeared; instead, many small figures condensed from black mist emerged.
They danced and changed in various ways.
Only Jett could clearly see that these figures were performing the various techniques of Eight Extremes Fist.
This Eight Extremes Fist script was passed down by a veteran soldier from the battlefield. After modification, it carried an extremely heavy killing intent. Once mutated, every move was a lethal strike, making full use of every part of the body.
Time passed quickly.
Five minutes later, the black mist was exactly depleted, and Jett opened his eyes.
This time, his body was not excessively hungry, but his head felt swollen.
It was filled with various application methods and techniques of Eight Extremes Fist.
"Terrifying. The mutated Eight Extremes Fist is purely a killing technique. Every strike is fatal."
What surprised Jett even more was the way the mutated Eight Extremes Fist utilized the body.
For example, with a simple punch, he could exert a force of 3,000 oounds, but with the power techniques in Eight Extremes Fist, he could easily double that number, and even certain moves could multiply it even more.
He could no longer be called a human.
"Humanoid Tyrannosaurus" would be the best description for him.
...
After familiarizing himself with his strengthened body, he found that the strength he couldn't control before now flowed freely with the power techniques of Eight Extremes Fist.
"Finally, I could go to class. If I don't go, I'll probably be scolded by the teacher until my head bleeds."
Although Jett was an orphan, he had lived two lives and had extremely strong learning abilities. He had once been admitted to Lipbaco University as the top scorer in the Zamnia District's college entrance exam, and was highly regarded by many teachers.
Jett checked the time, threw the dirty clothes from last night into the washing machine, and then tidied up briefly.
Standing in front of the mirror, he adjusted his shirt and pants.
A spirited young man appeared in the mirror.
He had an upright figure, a handsome face, fluffy hair hanging down on both sides revealing his entire resolute face, and he was tall and handsome.
However, Jett felt that something was missing.
His gaze was too sharp, and he was not used to it.
He took out a pair of flat glasses from his pocket and placed them on his straight nose bridge. He nodded satisfiedly.
Originally, he looked tough and lean. With the glasses on, he instantly appeared refined, like a scholarly student.
...
"Warrior, where are you?"
At the gate of Lipbaco University, Jett listened to the shout on the phone and said helplessly, "I'm right at the gate. Are you blind?"
"I see you."
Soon, Landon, dressed in casual suits, leather shoes, and with an ostentatious look, walked over with a cunning smile.
"Warrior, you don't know how great I felt last night. I invited you, but you didn't come. You wasted your handsome face."
Landon said with a mischievous grin.
"Do not call me Warrior. It sounds awful."
Jett gave Landon an annoyed glance.
It wasn't that Jett didn't like women, but he simply couldn't stand them. He had a cleanliness obsession. What kind of nice girl would be into Landon?
"What's awful? I'm stating the facts. Don't I know you better than anyone else?"
The reason why Jett, a weak and scholarly looking person, was given such a rough nickname was because of the incident that brought the two of them together.
Landon had personally seen Jett, who was usually invisible in the class, go into a crazy state and fight ten people at once. If he hadn't stopped Jett in time, a few of those ten people might have stayed there forever.
In the end, it was only because Jett was good at studies and his family had some influence that he wasn't expelled. However, he still received a major punishment.
Later, when someone asked Jett why he received such a severe punishment, not many people believed it was because of a fight.
In Landon's opinion, Jett was too pretentious. He was so handsome, yet he wore plain glasses. If he were as handsome as Jett, he would have seduced countless girls.
"Stop talking nonsense. The class is about to start. Let's go."
Jett gave Landon a glance and didn't explain anything, which was tantamount to tacitly agreeing.
However, he didn't think it was a big deal. If you didn't strike hard when fighting, weren't you just waiting for the other person to retaliate? As an orphan with no background, he might not be able to bear the retaliation. It was better to scare the other person off with one blow.
"What day is it today?"
"Friday."
"Shit, let's go. It's that old monster's class. If we're late, we'll be in big trouble."
Saying that, Landon forcibly pulled Jett and ran towards the school.
Jett didn't resist because any slight resistance would probably send Landon flying. Landon's weight was once a burden for Jett, but now it was just a trivial matter.
After a few minutes, they finally arrived, but it seemed to be too late.
Standing on the podium in the classroom was a woman. From her back, Landon felt a pressure.
"You two are late again."
The woman turned around, revealing a stunningly beautiful and seductive face. It was the kind that could make people addicted at first glance, and could even be described as dangerous to the nation.
However, Landon, who was usually lecherous, felt terrified.
"Ms. Foster... Uh... Could you let me off this time?"
Landon felt a bit nervous in his heart.
Ms. Foster smiled charmingly, but Landon didn't have time to appreciate it. He continued to explain, "I definitely won't dare to do it again next time."
Ms. Foster suddenly stopped smiling and glanced at Jett beside her. She opened her lips and said softly, "For Jett's sake, I'll let you off this time."
"Go in."
Hearing this, Landon was delighted. His flesh started to excitedly tremble, and he pulled Jett into the classroom, found an empty seat, and sat obediently.
He seemed like a completely different person from before, who was always talking nonsense.
"You always use me as a shield."
"It's because you're a good student. Everyone knows that teachers favor you."
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