Idle Money System

While still mid-air, Alexander had no time to breathe as Ronaldo refused to let up.

Seizing the opportunity, Ronaldo surged forward, transforming into a whirlwind of relentless attacks, his body radiating a fierce and unique aura.

Pivoting swiftly, he unleashed a low spinning kick, its motion slicing through the air like the sharp blade of a sword.

The kick was enveloped in a thick layer of pulsating energy, leaving behind a luminous trail that emphasized its sheer power.

Yet, as the devastating strike closed in, Alexander remained unfazed. Without the slightest change in his expression, he blocked the spinning kick effortlessly.

The sheer force of the impact kept him suspended in mid-air, but he did not waver.

Seeing his attack was blocked, Ronaldo did not pause. Instead, he followed up with a rapid-fire succession of punches, each one amplified with tremendous force.

Alexander, still mid-air, calmly blocked every strike with his open palms, each collision generating powerful shockwaves as their battle intensified.

Ronaldo's fists were strong enough to shatter thick metal or even obliterate massive boulders, yet this kid was still blocking them effortlessly.

This realization did not frustrate him, it excited him.

"Perfect," he thought.

"I can hone and enhance my martial skills using him as my guinea pig." he laughed with this idea of his.

The air around them vibrated violently as Ronaldo's strikes blurred toward Alexander at inhumane speed.

Yet, no matter how fast or powerful the punches were, Alexander remained completely untouched.

With the grace of a seasoned defender, Alexander casually adjusted his position, moving effortlessly as if he had been doing this for years.

His arms and legs moved in perfect synchrony, just like a flowing water. Every kick and punch that Ronaldo threw was met with a precise, almost meditative block.

It was like watching a shield dispersing ripples across a still pond, absorbing its force without breaking. Despite the relentless barrage, Alexander's face remained completely relaxed.

Ronaldo, feeling the depletion of his Aether Energy, decided to stop for a moment. Seizing the brief pause, he executed a high kick, aiming to create distance between himself and Alexander.

The plan worked, to some extent. As Alexander blocked the kick with just one arm, yet the force still pushed him back about a meter.

However, instead of staggering, he simply landed smoothly on the ground, as if nothing had happened.

There were no injuries on him. Not even his clothes were ruffled, nor a single strand of his hair was disturbed.

After blocking countless attacks and remaining suspended in mid-air for so long, Alexander finally landed. He stood still, calmly waiting for Ronaldo's next move.

Ronaldo's expression darkened, his face turning unsightly. This was the first time he had ever fought someone outside his sect who remained completely unharmed after taking so many of his attacks.

Even back at the sect, when he used these same moves, those core disciples had to rely on their martial techniques just to block his strikes.

Only those ranked in the top 20 and below in his sect were exempt from this rule, other than that anyone else would have struggled to withstand his attacks.

And yet, here stood a mere kid, who looked as if he had only just stepped out of his youth, effortlessly brushing off everything he had thrown at him.

No words were spoken between them. Alexander saw no reason to speak, since what was there to talk about?

Meanwhile, Ronaldo remained silent, his mind locked in deep concentration. If he didn't use it now, he would lose.

Taking a deep, controlled breath, Ronaldo settled into a grounded stance. His eyes narrowed in focus as he began to guide the flowing Aether Energy within his body.

Alexander, observing the scene, immediately understood what was happening—Ronaldo was powering up.

As a good Samaritan, interrupting someone's power-up wasn't his style, so he decided to let him be.

Suddenly, Ronaldo ceased his breathing, and with a resounding roar, a golden aura erupted around him.

Alexander studied him closely. With his shimmering golden glow, Ronaldo almost resembled a Buddha, but his aura was anything but peaceful.

Instead, it radiated a violent and turbulent energy, far from the serenity of enlightenment.

His limbs swelled with raw power, and as he stood tall, an immense pressure spread outward, causing cracks to form along the floor beneath him.

"Kid, I have to applaud you for pushing me this far," Ronaldo said, his eyes glinting with malice.

"The technique I am using is a martial art from my sect, renowned for its ability to enhance my strength threefold."

"You better show your skills because this battle is no child's play anymore!" Ronaldo bellowed as he charged forward.

Alexander's eyes widened slightly as he noticed the enhancement in Ronaldo's speed. The man was much faster than before.

Ronaldo drove his shoulder forward, aiming for a devastating impact. Alexander chose to block it, crossing his arms in front of him.

Bang!

A thunderous collision erupted, the force resembling a meteor strike, causing the ground to tremble violently and the air to ripple outward.

Even the abandoned warehouse shook from the sheer impact of their clash.

This time, Alexander was sent flying. His body crashed into a metallic pillar, caving it in upon impact before finally coming to a stop.

Ethan and Jonathan, witnessing this, were ecstatic. Unable to contain their excitement, they hugged each other, finally seeing proof that the kid wasn't indestructible after all.

"Alexander! Take this fight seriously! Look what happ—" Valentine anxious words were cut short.

Before he could finish, Alexander, who had been embedded in the pillar, suddenly jumped down, dusting off his clothes as if nothing had happened.

Valentine, who had been holding her breath, sighed in relief upon seeing him unharmed. However, anxiety filled her gaze.

Their strength now seemed evenly matched. And this is bad news for all of them.

Benjamin's face showed signs of panic now that Ronaldo had gotten serious, while Shanks, observing the battle, felt his fighting intent ignite.

"So this is how cultivators exchange blows? Compared to the battlefield, this is child's play," he thought inwardly.

A sense of sadness crept over him, since for him. He would never experience a battle like this. Lacking the talent for cultivation, he knew this level of combat was beyond his reach.

Meanwhile, Alexander's demeanor shifted. No longer carefree, his expression turned cold and serious after being sent flying.

Ronaldo, noticing this, grinned maniacally. His gaze mocked Alexander, wordlessly taunting him.

"Where did all that arrogance go?" he seems to say from his look.

Alexander, however, wasn't fazed, "Hmm… this man actually made me use about 60% of my strength. This world is truly full of wonders," he muttered inwardly.

"If I hadn't gone to complete that mission in another world, I would have had to fight him seriously. No… even if I had used my full strength, I still would have lost."

Thanks to the system mission, he had avoided that fate, his strength had soared by leaps and bounds after coming back.

"I guess I should just end this once and for all," Alexander decided. It was already night, and he needed to go home.

Ronaldo, sensing his opponent's shift in intent, rushed forward with full momentum, resembling a raging bull. His overhand punch came crashing down like a sledgehammer blow.

But this time, Alexander did not block. Instead, he threw his own punch, meeting force with force.

Boom!

The collision of their blows shook the entire warehouse once again.

Punch after punch, blow after blow, they exchanged attacks relentlessly.

Neither seemed to be at a disadvantage, they clashed as equals. However, Ronaldo refused to accept this.

This time, he gathered all his remaining Aether Energy into his fist, condensing and coating it in raw power.

The ground beneath him shattered as his fist became enveloped in explosive force. As the empowered strike neared Alexander, the air crackled with energy.

Alexander's eyes narrowed as he prepared to respond.

Alexander calmly opened his palm and parried Ronaldo's fist from the side.

The moment their attacks clashed, an immense shockwave erupted, and the sheer force tore through the warehouse roof, leaving a gaping hole.

Everyone watching stood slack-jawed, with their mouths agape. They didn't even see where the piece of roofing flew off to—it had simply vanished into the night sky.

Ronaldo gritted his teeth as he pursed his lips in frustration. His most powerful punch had been effortlessly deflected.

Unwilling to give up, he launched into a relentless barrage of kicks and punches, each one carrying enough force to shatter steel.

But just like before, Alexander remained untouched.

Despite the air trembling from the force of the attacks and the sheer aggression and destruction behind them, Ronaldo still couldn't land a clean hit.

"What kind of material are you made of, kid?! Why is it so hard to land a hit?!" he shouted, his voice booming as he amplified his strikes with his war cry.

His frustration turned into desperation, "Why is this happening? Why?! I've already used everything I have! Am I really going to lose? Am I?!"

"No! I refuse!!!" With a roar of defiance, Ronaldo pushed himself beyond his limits.

His strikes became even faster, his movements turning into nothing but a blur.

The normal spectators watching could only see afterimages of their exchange—their eyes simply couldn't keep up.

Ronaldo, however, could not accept this. His eyes turned bloodshot, filled with rage, shame, and disbelief.

He refused to believe that a kid from a mere cellular world possessed this much power.

If he lost, it would be the greatest humiliation of his life. If his fellow disciples ever heard that he was beaten by a city boy, he would never live it down.

Fueled by frustration, he threw another furious strike again. Alexander, watching Ronaldo's berserk expression, simply shook his head.

And this time, he moved.

Alexander's right arm moved fluidly, displaying nimbleness and precision as he caught Ronaldo's arm mid-strike.

Before Ronaldo could even react, Alexander locked his grip around the limb, applying immense pressure before twisting it sharply.

"ARGHHH!" Ronaldo cried out in pain, his berserk rampage coming to an abrupt halt.

Seizing the moment, Alexander stepped in close, his movements seamless. Grabbing the back of Ronaldo's neck, he forced him downward, lowering his stance just enough to deliver a devastating knee strike straight into his abdomen.

Thud!

The impact forced the air from Ronaldo's lungs, making him retch violently—but with nothing left to throw up. His back arched upward involuntarily, his entire body trembling from the sheer force.

But Alexander wasn't done. As Ronaldo's head jerked forward, Alexander's elbow came crashing down.

Boom!

It was like a massive hammer striking a nail, slamming directly onto Ronaldo's skull. His body collapsed instantly, crashing hard against the ground.

His eyes rolled white, his nose bled, and his body lay motionless, completely unconscious after that single finishing blow.

Alexander glanced down at him before offering a small smile, "Not bad," he muttered.