Who says I can't become a Grand Master?

Chapter 11, First Battle Card Practice

The alley stretched into the darkness, the light being gradually eroded.

At a particularly narrow corner, only one old-fashioned street lamp was still lit.

The glass lampshade was covered with a thick layer of dust, making the light appear particularly dim and yellowish.

Several moths were stubbornly flying towards the warm light bulb, making a dull "plop plop" sound.

"Alright, alright, I said it's right here!"

Although they often did such despicable things, this was the first time the thugs had encountered such a situation.

Looking at this dark and desolate corner, they felt a little uneasy.

Zhang Qingzhe stopped and looked around.

"Alright, let's do it here then."

"Damn it... who's stealing from whom?!"

The keyboardist suddenly became irritable due to the strange atmosphere.

In fact, this is a common mindset among petty thugs.

Deep down, they are actually very timid and dare not face any real difficulties.

If they encounter even the slightest panic, they will rush to cover it up with anger.

The keyboardist suddenly reached out, trying to grab Zhang Jingzhe's collar.

But Zhang Qingzhe, who had been like a sheep just moments before, suddenly moved like a tiger.

He pressed down on the other person's arm and then punched him in the stomach.

"Bang!"

The keyboardist groaned, clutching his stomach as he squatted down.

His face was contorted in pain, scrunched up like a shriveled orange peel. "Ouch! That hurts! It hit me there..."

Zhang Qingzhe looked at his fist.

In his previous life, he was determined to be a good doctor, so he trained extremely hard in combat.

Even the senior students in the medical school, after being beaten black and blue by him, couldn't help but praise him:

Junior, once you get the job, you'll definitely become a top performer in the department!

Ah!

wrong.

He is the "sharpest knife" in the department.

The band members next to them were all stunned.

They hunt birds all day long, and this is the first time they've been pecked in the eye by a bird.

"You bastard! How dare you touch my Brother Xiang?!"

A blond thug—who looked like a guitarist—reached for the switchblade at his waist.

Perhaps due to the increase in [magic loops], Zhang Qingzhe felt a significant improvement in his physical abilities.

At this moment, his mind was unusually calm, and he clearly predicted the other party's movement trajectory.

He charged forward to meet the opponent's blade strike, landing a precise hook punch on the opponent's chin.

In the blink of an eye, the second person collapsed.

At the same time, a guy who looked like a drummer swung a baton and smashed it at Zhang Qingzhe's arm.

Zhang Qingzhe had no time to dodge.

He subconsciously concentrated all his strength into his arm.

The [Magic Path] suddenly lit up, and pale blue veins resembling tree branches appeared beneath the skin.

Following the momentum, Zhang Qingzhe delivered a powerful elbow strike, landing squarely on his opponent's chest.

A soft "click" sounded.

The opponent was like a basketball that had been slapped away, tumbling and crashing into the opposite wall.

Using his medical knowledge from his previous life, Zhang Qingzhe was astonished to realize—

The other person probably has a fracture.

After this brief struggle, Zhang Qingzhe truly understood why the status of the Card Master was so high in this magical world.

Because they not only enhanced their magical abilities, but their physical abilities also far surpassed those of ordinary people.

That elbow strike just now would have been considered a standard technical move on the basketball court in the past, not even a foul.

But in this world, it can break bones and snap muscles.

What's even more terrifying is that he only has ten [magic loops], barely qualifying as an [apprentice card master], yet he already possesses such power.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of Xia Qiwei.

An elbow strike with a thousand [magic loops] could probably turn someone into mincemeat, right?

The remaining two thugs hesitated for a second before remembering to draw their knives and rush forward.

Zhang Qingzhe dared not be so arrogant anymore.

Fortunately, the drummer was using a baton.

If he had used a machete, even if he hadn't lost his arm, he would probably have been left with a serious injury.

He wants to become a healer in the future, and he doesn't want his arm to be damaged here.

With this thought in mind, Zhang Qingzhe no longer hesitated.

He reached into his pocket, and the [Magic Circuit] flickered slightly as he infused magic essence into the [World Card].

The card emitted a faint glow and then emitted a soft "hum"—

A wasp was summoned.

The wasp gleamed with a bronze luster, its compound eyes glowing with an emotionless red light.

When its wings vibrate, they emit a high-frequency buzzing sound like a metallic reed, and an ominous dark light condenses at the tail needle.

Zhang Qingzhe gently raised his hand.

The wasp sensed its owner's will.

With a "whoosh," it flew out, swift as a thin, dark gold line, grazing past a bassist's cheek.

"ah--!"

The thug screamed, instinctively dropping the dagger and covering his face in terror.

Then, at a speed visible to the naked eye, half of his face swelled up.

The last thug with long, green-dyed hair saw Zhang Qingzhe pull out a card.

He decisively threw away the dagger, his wooden voice trembling slightly:

"You...you actually used [Battle Cards]! That's illegal, don't you know that?"

Zhang Qingzhe was speechless for a moment.

He himself was actually subjected to legal education by the extortionist.

But he was too lazy to waste any more words; he had to rush to the market to buy beef, as his younger sister was waiting at home for barbecue.

He rushed forward and punched the other man in the stomach.

The thug knelt on the ground and began to dry heave in pain.

In the blink of an eye, this "five-person band" was completely wiped out.

Several students who had been peeking at the alley entrance now looked on in astonishment.

They didn't see the specific process clearly; they only saw a blur of figures before the thugs all collapsed.

Zhang Qingzhe glanced at the alley entrance from afar.

With his senses enhanced by the [Magic Circuit], he clearly captured the expression of astonishment and fear on Ding Yongkai's face.

He coldly withdrew his gaze.

Hopefully, that guy will learn his lesson and won't cause trouble again.

Zhang Qingzhe patted the dust off his uniform.

As he was about to turn and leave, his gaze fell on the wallet that Xiang Ge had dropped.

Then he remembered something, so he bent down and squatted in front of Brother Xiang:

"Do you remember? Back in high school, you blackmailed me."

"Huh?" Xiang Ge was completely stunned.

The schools in this area were all his "territory," and he would "borrow" money from the students when he was short of funds.

Just as a person can't remember how many slices of bread they've eaten, he's long forgotten how many students he's extorted.

"Today, I want my money back, is that alright?"

Zhang Qingzhe spoke calmly, but his eyes flashed with a cold light.

For some reason, Xiang Ge, a veteran of countless battles, couldn't help but tremble.

Without a word, he took out his wallet and handed it over with trembling hands.

Zhang Qingzhe opened the wallet, glanced at it, took the large denomination bills inside, and tossed the empty wallet back in.

"Find something worthwhile to do. If I see you extorting students again, I'll send you all to jail..."

"Prison?" Brother Xiang asked fearfully.

"Dream on! ...They're all sent to the hospital."