Chapter 10: The Confession

After leaving the hotel, Shen Xing took a taxi straight home.

His phone showed over fifty missed calls since yesterday.

Most were from Tang Xue’er, but Shen Xing hadn’t returned any of them.

Only now, with the situation finally stabilizing, did he send a reply:
“I’m heading home now. Everything’s safe.”

During the ride, Shen Xing browsed through a martial art called “Fire Fist.”

He realized Ying hadn’t lied; at least from the videos, the power of Fire Fist was indeed impressive.

In one clip, the practitioner alone took down dozens of enemies many times their number using only his fists.

When striking, the fists glowed red-hot, like scorching irons.

Those hit by the Fire Fist writhed in obvious agony.

Reading the detailed description, Shen Xing learned the wounds inflicted came with burning and boiling effects.

In short, it was excruciatingly painful.

If the user couldn’t be dealt with quickly, one would have to rely on a strong will to endure the torment.

Once the endurance broke, openings naturally appeared.

Then, victory or defeat was decided.

“Not bad at all, but it demands a lot from the user. To maintain that glowing red like a branding iron, the practitioner must bear a considerable burden.”

“If I return it to the system for enhancement, I wonder how far the skill could be upgraded? A rank? S rank?”

“But there’s a catch—I’m not sure if I could still learn it after the upgrade. If the threshold rises too much, I might not be able to increase my combat strength in the short term.”

Shen Xing felt conflicted.

After a while, the taxi pulled up at his home.

As he stepped out, Tang Xue’er was waiting outside the door.

Before he could speak, she ran over and threw herself into his arms.

“Sorry for making you worry.”

Shen Xing was touched; it had been so long since someone cared for him like this.

“Yesterday, everyone on social media was talking about a fierce battle in the city center, and many people reportedly died. I was so worried I kept calling you, but couldn’t reach you. I was truly scared!”

Tears streamed down Tang Xue’er’s face as her small frame trembled.

“Why… do you care so much about me?”

Shen Xing fell silent for a moment before asking a seemingly ill-timed question.

Tang Xue’er looked up in disbelief:
“What did you say?”

“I meant… have you already prepared to entrust the rest of your life to me? Actually, these past few days, I’ve wanted to give you time to think it through.”

Shen Xing sighed.

They didn’t have a solid emotional foundation; their feelings for each other were largely based on past memories.

Strictly speaking, that wasn’t love.

As a man, Shen Xing could easily be attracted to such a beautiful woman as Tang Xue’er.

But now, with the system backing him, he had to add another layer of consideration toward his partner: whether she was truly someone worth investing in.

Beauty was precious, but trust was even more important.

At this moment, Tang Xue’er’s tears flowed even more freely as she sobbed:

“Actually, when you left yesterday,I'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.