Chapter Ten: The Roses Bloomed, and Rose Joyfully Earned a Thousand Dollars

As the words fell, Lianfeng, Ruiz, and Jess exchanged glances and quickly retreated.

“Heh, youth is truly a blessing...”

Ruiz leaned on his cane, stroking his beard with a look of amusement, clearly enjoying the unfolding spectacle.

It was evident they had no intention of intervening in the imminent battle between Du Qiangwei and Ge Xiaolun; on the contrary, they seemed quite eager to see how it would unfold.

Even Duka’o, busy with affairs aboard the Giant Gorge, was informed by Lianfeng and immediately turned his attention to the scene.

Though they had been marveling at Ge Xiaolun’s intelligence and his innovative use of the Galactic Power since last night, what intrigued them even more was his actual combat capability.

After all, none of them had been involved in the core development of the Galactic Power. Their understanding was limited to a few aspects, and they lacked a precise grasp of its true combat effectiveness.

If Ge Xiaolun could surprise them once again, it would be all the better.

“But before we fight, let me make one thing clear: if you lose, don’t lose your temper.”

On the other side, Ge Xiaolun set down the luggage he had just taken from the vehicle and walked to a slightly more spacious spot away from the car. After a moment’s thought, he smiled at the eager Du Qiangwei.

Then, unexpectedly, he reached into his wallet and, under everyone’s watchful eyes, counted out ten red bills, slipping them into his shorts pocket.

“Don’t worry, I can afford to lose as well as win. It’s just that some people... hmm? Why are you counting money?” Du Qiangwei sneered, surprised to see Ge Xiaolun counting cash.

But then she seemed to understand and chuckled lightly. “You really know the rules, huh? You know the loser pays for any public property damage? No need to prepare that early.

Besides, this amount might not be enough...”

She shook her head dismissively, already picturing the chaos of shattered stones and debris that might follow.

Although confident she could easily teach this rookie a lesson, she remained realistic.

She knew Ge Xiaolun possessed a third-generation divine body and an invincible physique—extremely tough.

Even if she could manipulate him effortlessly like walking a dog with her wormhole ability, striking him at will while he couldn’t even touch a hair on her head, his defense was formidable.

Reportedly, he could even fly and might have other powers.

If she truly wanted to decisively defeat or subdue him, she would have to hit hard and likely cause considerable damage to the surroundings.

A thousand bucks?

This billionaire was being a bit stingy.

“I don’t know, but I think it’s enough,” Ge Xiaolun shrugged indifferently.

No holidays, no need to pay too much.

“Also, there’s one more thing I want to make clear. I mentioned it before...”

Though Du Qiangwei was almost ready to strike, Ge Xiaolun calmly looked at her and continued, “Strength determines status. I don’t know how many super warriors the academy has, but between us, whoever wins is the boss.

The loser has to willingly be the subordinate. You’d better be prepared for that.”

Du Qiangwei paused but quickly nodded. “Naturally. No more nonsense.”

This was the most basic truth in the world and the fundamental rule among super warriors.

So this condition, proposed earlier by Ge Xiaolun, was readily accepted.

Still, seeing Ge Xiaolun so confident stirred a flicker of caution in her heart.

After a moment’s thought, she relaxed her stance slightly, stepped back, and raised her right hand.

“Ready?” she asked.

“Anytime,” Ge Xiaolun smiled and nodded.

A sudden ripple appeared in the air—a wormhole instantly materialized before Du Qiangwei.

In an instant, countless black throwing knives shot toward Ge Xiaolun like a torrential rain.

“Swish, swish, swish!”

Each jet-black blade sliced through the air with a sharp whistle, their edges gleaming with an eerie chill, like speeding bullets, crossing over ten meters in a flash to reach Ge Xiaolun’s side.

Yet, facing the imminent threat, Ge Xiaolun remained motionless, as if he hadn’t even registered the attack.

Du Qiangwei couldn’t help but curl her lips, feeling satisfied with her judgment.

She knew Ge Xiaolun was intelligent—his presence alone had dominated the negotiation earlier.

But intelligence alone meant little in real combat.

Ample battle experience and lightning-fast reflexes were what decided victory or defeat in a split second.

These were things the newly awakened Ge Xiaolun simply did not possess.

She could almost imagine him soon reduced to a pitiful state, barely clothed and struggling.

Lianfeng and Jess shook their heads subtly, clearly seeing Ge Xiaolun’s current weaknesses.

But in the next moment, Du Qiangwei’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Thud, thud, thud...”

“Clang, clang~”

The knives, only a step away from Ge Xiaolun, suddenly seemed to collide against an invisible barrier in midair, halting abruptly before dropping to the ground with a clattering sound.

[Anti-dark energy]

[Anti-kinetic energy]

[Simple defensive barrier intercepted successfully, energy consumption: 0.15%]

[Algorithm insufficient, energy consumption excessive, recommended to learn shield algorithms]

“Not a bad spatial ability.”

“But attacks of this level don’t affect me.”

Ge Xiaolun still stood perfectly still, leisurely watching Du Qiangwei, shaking his head gently.

The previous assault had felt like a gentle breeze.

Lianfeng and the others were somewhat surprised.

Du Qiangwei frowned and raised her hand again, dark energy surging wildly.

A wormhole suddenly appeared behind Ge Xiaolun, and countless throwing knives poured out like a violent storm, targeting the back of his head.

Yet Ge Xiaolun remained unmoved, watching the frustrated Du Qiangwei with an amused shake of his head: “If that’s all you’ve got, I advise you to give up now.”

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