Idle Money System

Ronaldo shot forward like a bullet, closing the distance in an instant as he delivered a devastating punch with his right fist.

The force behind his attack was immense, causing the air to ripple around it as it hurtled toward Alexander's jaw.

Alexander, seeing Ronaldo vanish and reappear before him, barely reacted. His gaze lowered slightly, calmly tracking the incoming strike.

Just as the fist was mere inches from his face, he effortlessly caught it with his right hand.

The wind howled as a loud smack echoed through the air. Seeing his attack blocked, Ronaldo did not panic. Instead, he swiftly rotated his waist, delivering a powerful sweeping kick with his right leg.

This was no ordinary kick—just like his fist, it radiated with energy, carrying enough force to shatter bones even metal.

Yet Alexander remained unmoved. Without shifting from his position, he casually raised his arm to block the incoming strike.

The devastating kick collided against his arm, but it did nothing. It was as if Ronaldo had struck an indomitable mountain, one that no amount of power could move.

Narrowing his eyes, Ronaldo withdrew his leg and stood tall once more. Without hesitation, he launched into a flurry of rapid strikes.

He channeled a surge of energy into a swift, open-handed palm strike aimed at Alexander's chest.

The force behind his strike was not just to push back the immovable opponent but to destabilize his balance completely.

The energy radiating from his palm created a burst of power, its impact echoing even louder than his previous kicks and punches.

Yet, despite his efforts, it was all for nothing. Alexander effortlessly blocked each strike with ease. After delivering countless attacks, Ronaldo had failed to make him budge even an inch.

What angered him even more was the look in the kid's eyes, calm, unnervingly calm, as if he didn't even consider him a threat.

As the momentum from his palm strikes faded, Ronaldo quickly retracted his hand before launching a sudden reverse punch, aiming straight at Alexander once more.

The jab, delivered in a fraction of a second, targeting at the vulnerable gap in Alexander's guard, which is his exposed rib.

It snapped forward with explosive speed, its force amplified by the earlier bursts of energy, gaining extra momentum. This strike carried everything Ronaldo had, aiming to at least make his opponent move.

However, Alexander had already noticed him lowering his stance. Without hesitation, he simply raised his leg, using his knee to block the attack.

A loud, flesh-against-stone impact echoed through the air. Ronaldo gritted his teeth, exerting all his strength into the punch, determined to move Alexander at least one inch.

Yet, despite the force behind it, Alexander remained unmoved.

His face turned red, and the veins on his forehead bulged as frustration consumed him.

"Is this kid's flesh the same as a beast's? Why is it so damn tough?" Ronaldo muttered, his eyes growing bloodshot.

Even after using 70% of his strength, he still couldn't move Alexander. To put that into perspective—this very punch could send an M103 heavy tank, weighing about 65 tons, flying several meters. Yet, against this monster in human form, it did absolutely nothing.

Alexander, watching Ronaldo struggle, remained unfazed. With a simple motion, he lightly kicked the leg that had been occupied by the punch.

Ronaldo reacted quickly, crossing his arms to block the attack. But the moment it connected, his entire body was sent skidding backward by five feet from where he once stood—all from a kick that barely looked like an effort.

Lowering his arms, Ronaldo noticed faint trails of smoke rising from where Alexander's kick had landed. The sheer force of the impact had scratched his skin.

The battlefield stood still for a moment, neither side making a move. Though it appeared to be a stalemate, the reality was clear—the fight was only beginning to heat up.

The spectators couldn't help but gulp as they watched the two warriors clash. Even without being directly involved, they could feel the power radiating from each exchange.

Ethan and Jonathan, who had once felt assured by Ronaldo's presence, now found themselves overcome with fear.

Earlier, they had believed that Ronaldo, a fighter even stronger than the master they had hired, would eventually put an end to this battle swiftly.

But now, as they observed the fight, it became painfully clear. The kid had the advantage.

Jonathan's expression darkened as he cast a gloomy glance at Ethan, muttering in a low voice,

"This… this isn't good. Take a call and tell Deadeye to prepare the rest of his lackeys. I have a bad feeling about this."

Ethan nodded at Jonathan's words, quickly grabbing a walkie-talkie and delivering the message.

On the other end, Deadeye received the call and immediately relayed the order to his subordinates. Without hesitation, they began their preparations.

Meanwhile, Shanks stood frozen, his eyes locked onto the battle. Seeing the kid effortlessly hold his ground against that brutal flurry of attacks left him utterly shocked.

But what truly shook him to his core was the fact that Alexander hadn't even moved an inch while defending.

And then, with just a simple, casual kick, he had pushed back the very master who had beaten himself to a pulp.

A strange feeling surged through him it was awe, admiration… maybe even worship.

Benjamin, watching this unfold, felt his mind racing with questions. How? How could this normal-looking kid, with no known background, possess such overwhelming strength?

Looking at his daughter beside him, Benjamin spoke with a thoughtful expression. "My dearest daughter, this employee of yours is truly strange. His talent is heaven-defying, and I can already tell that his future achievements will be beyond anything I can comprehend."

Valentine raised a brow at his words. "And what about it?" she asked, not knowing why her father is saying this right now.

Benjamin's smile widened mischievously. "Why don't I engage you to this kid? You're already at the age of marriage, and it's time for you to step down as CEO and give me a grandson."

Valentine, hearing her father's shameless suggestion, turned red in an instant.

Her flustered face, combined with the cold glare she shot at him, only made her expression look unexpectedly cute.

"What do you mean engage me? And even strip me of my position as CEO just to give you a grandson? Hmph! You're so shameless! I'm not talking to you anymore!" Valentine huffed, pouting like a little girl.

No matter their age, when a woman is both irritated and shy, they tend to act just like that, childish yet undeniably adorable.

Seeing her reaction, Benjamin simply smiled. He could tell that despite her protest, she hadn't outright rejected his idea.

Valentine stole a glance at Alexander, her eyes lingering on his suave and handsome appearance.

Something about his carefree demeanor, the way he carried himself as if everything was within his control, made him seem irresistibly attractive.

Her heart began to race, beating faster than ever. This was only the second time she had felt this way, the first being was a crush from long ago.

Valentine quickly covered her flushed cheeks with her hands. "Oh my gosh, what am I thinking? I'm his boss, and he's my employee. This is wrong! And besides, I'm like five years older than him—this isn't right at all!" she muttered to herself.

But her look at Alexander told a different story. Meanwhile, Ronaldo, still standing in front of Alexander, was focused solely on breaking the kid's balance.

Having completed his preparations, he lowered his center of gravity into a powerful and aggressive stance.

His feet planted wide, muscles tensed, and his sharp gaze locked onto his opponent. He looked like a raging bull preparing to charge.

Then, in one explosive motion, he surged forward.

It wasn't just a simple step, it was a controlled, high-powered lunge, enhanced by Aether Energy, giving him an overwhelming burst of speed and force.

Like a coiled spring releasing its stored power, Ronaldo unleashed a torrent of raw strength, closing the distance in an instant.

"Fast!" Everyone exclaimed as Ronaldo moved, his figure turning into a blur.

Closing the gap in an instant, Ronaldo drove his shoulder forward with tremendous force, executing a maneuver reminiscent of a bull's headbutt, aimed at destabilizing Alexander.

Since the kid had been standing there motionless the entire time, Ronaldo was confident that this attack would land. Using this technique at full power against a target who didn't even bother to dodge made his grin stretch from ear to ear.

This move was one of his proudest skills, the very technique that earned him his famous title.

Back when he was merely an inner disciple, he had used this very technique to knock out a core disciple, an achievement that spread his name far and wide.

The memory of that victory filled him with pride since his strength had been recognized and feared ever since making him climbed up the ranks which is a core disciple.

But now, as he charged forward with unwavering confidence, Alexander simply watched.

And as Ronaldo's full-force attack neared, Alexander calmly extended one hand, preparing to block it.

With his palm open, Alexander caught Ronaldo's shoulder, which felt like a battering ram attempting to break through his defenses and create an opening.

The sheer force behind the charge caused Alexander's feet to slide backward along the ground, slowly pushing him back inch by inch.

"Ohhh," Alexander mused inwardly, noting how he was being gradually forced backward—one inch every passing second.

Seeing the kid finally move, Ronaldo's eyes gleamed. This was his chance.

Capitalizing on the momentum, he followed up with a devastating overhand punch, delivering it with the full weight of his body.

The punch had a slightly arched trajectory, resembling the crushing impact of a sledgehammer.

Every ounce of his raw strength, amplified by Aether Energy, was poured into this one strike.

The attack was aimed directly at Alexander's heart. But just as the blow closed in, Alexander raised a hand in front of his chest and caught the attack head-on.

This time, however, the force overwhelmed him. His body was lifted into the air, soaring about two feet off the ground, before being thrown a full meter away from his original position.

Landing on his feet, Alexander's eyes widened slightly, "Interesting…" he thought.

He hadn't expected Ronaldo to exert this much power. Now this battle will make him enjoy it to the fullest.