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Am I a crispy college student? The whole internet says that I'm hard to kill!

Business elite Wu Bin suddenly died and reincarnated into a college student in a parallel world. Just as he joined the freshman military training, Wu Bin realized something was off. Why was his body weaker than a woman’s? Wu Bin had thought he could use the system to change his physique and reach the pinnacle of life! But who knew, in the next second, the style shifted dramatically! Ding. 【Congratulations, Host, for successfully acquiring Acute Myocardial Infarction】 【Beware, when your heart rate exceeds 130, Acute Myocardial Infarction will be triggered 100%】 Hiss! Are you serious with this crappy system? 【High host dissatisfaction value detected, special gift package for beginners】 【Congratulations to the host on your gift— Scorn of Death】 【Congratulations to the host on your gift — Rebirth from Cocoon】 【Congratulations to the host on your gift — Iron Will】 Consequently, the ordinary college student Wu Bin became a regular at the major hospitals in Shanghai. The campus belle was smitten with him, the principal prayed for him, and the instructor treated him as his own biological father! “Why can you fracture a bone just by going to the bathroom!” “How dare you travel all over with only 1 platelet?” “This batch of college students, they're very fragile, hard to kill!”

Uncle De Yun · Thành thị
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Chapter 40 Who Said I Want to Kill?

Wing Chun, Wu Bin?

As soon as Wu Bin introduced himself, the venue suddenly fell silent.

Everyone around was stunned by Wu Bin.

After all, in this timeline, Teacher Zhen's "Ip Man" hadn't been filmed yet.

So Wu Bin imitating Teacher Zhen really did strike an intimidating posture.

Unexpectedly, Geng Hao's heart skipped a beat.

This kid has learned traditional martial arts?

Could he be a master?

Geng Hao's family had elders who practiced traditional martial arts, so he knew the art was profound.

Most people only learned the basics and couldn't even beat a street thug.

But some true masters were devastatingly skilled.

Poking eyes, jabbing throats, dismantling ancestral halls—all in one fluid motion.

If Wu Bin really was a disciple of traditional martial arts, he had to be more cautious.