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Chapter 7 Red Scale [Part ]

Ten minutes later.

Hu Qi arrived at his destination.

This is a crossroads with a lot of traffic.

Red Scale Fighting Club.

The signboard has red letters on a black background, with seven characters written in a flamboyant style.

Hu Qi parked the car and walked closer, seeing a huge colorful enrollment advertisement on the wall on one side.

He glanced at it and saw words like 'during summer vacation', 'huge discount', 'fighting', 'fitness', 'sign up together and the second person gets half price'.

At the gate, he could occasionally see groups of students, arm in arm, wearing black martial arts uniforms with red scale patterns embroidered on the back, walking past him and entering the gate, talking and laughing.

Hu Qi paused at the door and then walked straight into the gate.

The moment he entered the door, a cool breeze blew towards him.

The original burning sensation was instantly isolated outside the door, as if soft silk was sliding across the skin, causing all the pores to open up.

At this moment, in the hall, the central air-conditioning above the head was emitting white cold air.

The hall is very spacious, and on the glass cabinet on the left are hung some gold medals, group photos of people, various competition certificates and other things.

On the right wall is a picture of a fighting man with muscular body, bear back and slim waist, and wearing a red mask.

Just by looking at it, you can feel a fierce aura coming towards you.

Hu Qi just took a glance and walked straight to the counter.

"Welcome, sir, how may I help you?"

At the front desk, a round-faced girl in her twenties with a high ponytail and black-framed glasses was sitting there fiddling with something with her head down.

Hearing the noise, I looked up and saw Hu Qi walking in.

He immediately put on a professional smile and asked.

Her friendly smile and cute face with a little baby fat easily make people like her.

Hu Qi made his purpose clear.

The round-faced girl was obviously experienced in this situation and immediately recommended several packages to Hu Qi.

"The coaches in our club are all masters who have at least obtained Silver Fist certification. They can ensure that all students who come here can learn authentic fighting techniques."

"Besides, it's summer vacation now, and the discounts are huge. If you're interested, we'll give you three free lessons. You can try it first, and it's not too late to order if you think it's good."

Hearing this, Hu Qi's expression changed slightly.

During these two days, through his research, he also learned about the official classification of combat in the Shia Federation.

It is divided into four levels and twelve stages, from low to high: preparatory level, bronze level, silver level, and gold level.

Each level is further divided into 1 to 3 sections.

The strength of each stage is different.

However, those are not intuitive enough. The most obvious thing is the power of a single-arm strike at each level.

Preparatory level (1 - 3 stages).

The strength is 60, 70, 80kg.

There is a 10kg difference between each section.

This level can be called amateur.

【Bronze Fist Level】(1 - 3 stages).

The force is 90kg, 110kg and 130kg.

There is a 20kg difference between each section.

This is considered professional level and can obtain an official certificate issued by the federal government.

【Silver Fist Level】(1 - 3 stages).

The force is 150kg, 180kg and 210kg.

There is a 30kg difference between each section.

This is the true professional level, and he can be considered a true master no matter where he is.

【Gold Fist Level】(1 - 3 stages).

The strengths are 240kg, 290kg and 340kg respectively.

This stage is the most exaggerated, with a difference of 50kg in each stage. This is the real champion level.

Only those true fighting masters can achieve this.

If it is true as the other party said, then this club is definitely very powerful. Of course, Hu Qi did not completely believe it.

After all, he had experienced similar sales slogans countless times in his previous life.

The most famous one is: "Check out swimming and fitness, all the members are girls..."

When I got in, I found that there was indeed a beautiful woman there.

But those were the atmosphere group invited by the boss.

Generally, they just come to exercise occasionally, show up, shoot videos, and do some publicity.

After half a month, they will completely disappear, and the remaining group of men will stare at each other in confusion.

"Then please help me make an appointment for a trial course first." Hu Qi had a plan in mind and said with a smile.

"Okay, there happens to be a trial class for new students tomorrow, so you can come over then."

The round-faced girl responded with a smile.

……

"Hello everyone, my name is Chen Wu, you can call me Coach Chen. I will teach you martial arts in the next three lessons. I hope you can learn something from it."

In the large, brightly lit, clean and tidy space, the orange-yellow floor glows softly under the light.

A burly middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing a black and red martial arts uniform, stood at the front.

What is striking is that there is a small scar on the right side of his cheek, which adds a fierceness to his plain face.

His voice was so loud that the twenty or so people below could hear it clearly.

Hu Qi was naturally among the crowd, but because of his height, he stood relatively far back.

He was surrounded by young people, mostly boys and only a few girls.

This is normal. After all, fighting is too violent and easy to get injured.

If girls have the time and money, they might as well learn dance, which will have a better body-shaping effect.

Chen Wu glanced at everyone.

"Before that, I have a question and I want to see your answer!"

"What do you think fighting is?"

The words fell.

Immediately, someone raised his hand. He was a handsome young man who looked to be no more than eighteen or nineteen years old.

After getting Chen Wu's nod, he immediately spoke.

"Fighting can make our bodies stronger so that we can better protect ourselves when we encounter danger."

"You're right. What's your name?"

Chen Wu nodded.

"My name is Song Jian, coach!"

The young man, Song Jian, asked Chen Wu his name when he saw him.

He seemed very happy and answered loudly immediately.

"Well, what Song Jian said is right, but it is only part of the story, not the whole story."

Chen Wu said in a deep voice.

"The specific origin of fighting can be traced back to thousands of years ago, when people ate raw meat and drank blood, and used slash-and-burn farming.

Fighting skills are techniques created by our ancestors in fighting with wild beasts. After a long period of continuous evolution, they have become the fighting skills we see today.

But no matter what, the ultimate purpose of its creation is to survive and kill the enemy!"

As he finished speaking, he glanced at everyone present once again, making eye contact with him.

Everyone couldn't help but feel a sense of oppression, and their breathing slowed down a bit.

Seeing this, the serious expression on his face collapsed and a faint smile appeared.

“Of course, I am not saying this to encourage you to bully the weak after learning martial arts. I am simply introducing the meaning of martial arts to you.

After all, no matter how good your kung fu is, you are still afraid of a kitchen knife, right? Don't use the fighting skills I taught you to cause trouble, and then you can come and blame me."

After Chen Wu said this, everyone burst into laughter.

　Thanks to Mo You Yaoqi for giving 500 starting coins, No. 100 starting coins, Shuyou 20211013202454914 for giving 500 starting coins, Zhu Shaoshao for giving 100 starting coins, Hu Yuan for giving 600 starting coins, Yu Yu Wu Qing for giving 600 starting coins, May Rainbow for giving 500 starting coins, Playing Naruto's Tomorrow for giving 500 starting coins, Po Lang Jun for giving 100 starting coins.

　　Also, thank you for the monthly ticket recommendation tickets, thank you

　　(Typed by hand, there may be mistakes, forgive me, haha)

　　
　
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