Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 70: Milling
"Only two at most? You really don't take the Five Tigers of Shuizhou seriously..." Wei Hong muttered in a low voice.

During the morning class, Zhou Leng took a look at the magic watch.

Message from Xue Chengsong.

"Tian Wenhu invited Xihai Wuda's sophomore to start blood transportation. You have to be careful."

"A sophomore is still in the early stages of blood transport?"

"The gambling life is to make money from gambling and related battles. They work hard to suppress their Qi and blood, but they are crazy about training their bodies. They are not as good as the best and cannot compete for many resources. This is the only way."

"Snakes have snake ways, rats have mouse ways."

"Generally speaking, this kind of student can easily withstand the mid-stage of blood circulation, and may even have a chance to win. I checked and found that person was in the top 200 in the freshman list last year. Later, he fell behind because of the pressure on his blood circulation. He is definitely a little genius."

"Is it possible for him to achieve the state where his Qi moves with his body?"

"Impossible. If he wants to achieve the state of Qi following the body, he won't make this kind of money. He will definitely be the focus of training."

"That's good."

"The other two on the opposite side are both veterans, just like us. They have limited talent but a solid foundation. It's a 50-50 chance. Therefore, the outcome between you and that Wuda student is the key."

At noon, Zhou Leng walked along the road from the martial arts hall to the cafeteria.

As I was walking, a familiar voice was heard.

"Zhou Leng." The voice was clear and pleasant.

Zhou Leng looked back and said, "Xu Qingjin."

Xu Qingjin was holding a multi-layered plastic bag, and a steel pot was vaguely visible inside.

Xu Qingjin said, "My mother heard that you wanted to gamble yesterday, so she stewed a pot of beef for you this morning. You said before that my mother's stewed beef was delicious."

"Thank you so much, Auntie. I'll take it." Zhou Leng stretched out his hand, and the two touched their right hands and handed over the plastic bag.

Xu Qingjin secretly took a deep breath and said, "Let's have lunch together."

"it is good."

Xu Qingjin took a few quick steps to catch up.

After walking for a while, Xu Qingjin secretly glanced at Zhou Leng and said, "If I go to watch the gambling fight today, will it affect you?"

Zhou Leng was stunned for a moment and his heart skipped a beat.

"That shouldn't be the case." Zhou Leng said.

"Then I'll have to go and see it."

"Yeah." Zhou Leng said.

Xu Qingjin walked forward with a faint smile, looking towards the campus.

The sun is exceptionally bright today.

The two of them got their food first, then found a corner in the cafeteria and chatted while eating.

Feng Wenhao saw the two of them and walked over with a chuckle.

Wei Hong stretched out his arms, locked Feng Wenhao's neck, and tried his best to drag him back.

The two men wrestled for a while with red faces and thick necks. Feng Wenhao had no choice but to follow Wei Hong away.

In the afternoon, Deng Zhijue found Zhou Leng, entered the separate martial arts room, and gave Zhou Leng some instructions.

During the instruction process, they also discussed combat strategies.

After instructing Zhou Leng, Deng Zhijue entered the owner's office.

"Master, my guidance today is a bit redundant."

"Ok?"

"His energy moves with his body." Deng Zhijue said.

"Hmm." Wang Boxiong stopped what he was doing and fell into deep thought.

Deng Zhijue continued, "I've always thought Zhou Leng had potential, but I didn't expect him to make such a breakthrough in just one month. Not only has his five subjects of elixir improved significantly, he can even do the extremely difficult Qi movement."

"At present, I'm afraid that only Yunhua and Jinjing's students have most of their chi moving with their bodies. There won't be too many in the Ten Great Martial Arts."

"I think, should I prepare to apply for a higher scholarship?"

"I checked his eating record in the cafeteria on the way. He used to eat 9 rounds of food in one meal, but it increased to 15 rounds today."

"In other words, his body is still growing rapidly."

After Deng Zhijue finished his report, Wang Boxiong was silent for a moment and said, "After this monthly exam is over, no matter what his score is, he will participate in the qualification test for the elite training camp of the Wuwei Department."

Deng Zhijue said: "With his ability, he will definitely achieve good results in the elite training camp."

"No, this is just the beginning."

"What happens next?" Deng Zhijue asked curiously.

Wang Boxiong said, "It's impossible for anyone other than Yunhua Jinjing to get a spot in the top training camp, and it's too eye-catching and not suitable for him. I'll find a way to get him to the sophomore training camp."

"Ah? The intensity of the sophomore training camp must have exhausted him like a dog," said Deng Zhijue.

Wang Boxiong said: "Let him go to the Warrant Officer Training Camp again within half a year."

"This..." Deng Zhijue was speechless, and even doubted whether Wang Boxiong had a grudge against Zhou Leng.

Warrant officer training camps are basically all about the body-building phase, and people die every year.

Grinding a millstone is easier than serving in warrant officer training camp.

Wang Boxiong said: "And it's a Warrant Officer Battalion, he deserves it."

What Deng Zhijue heard was that he deserved greater pain...

Afterwards, Deng Zhijue nodded helplessly. To be honest, the warrant officer battalion has always had sufficient fodder, and the lower-ranking officers have been provided with enough meat and medicinal food.

If you go up the stairs, you can get plenty of meat and medicinal food.

Deng Zhijue said, "In the Three Eagle Plan of the Military Guard Department, he should be close to the standard of the Young Eagle Plan, right?"

"I'm already applying." Wang Boxiong said.

"Master, you really care about your students."

Deng Zhijue felt that the higher scholarship was the limit for ordinary students.

The Three Eagles Program is far better than higher scholarships. In order to better cultivate outstanding talents, the Ministry of Defense launched the famous Three Eagles Program, which is divided into Young Eagle, Flying Eagle and Condor.

Many martial arts students with outstanding academic performance join martial arts schools just for the Mitaka Plan.

There is only one talent program in the Dragon Country that is better than the Mitaka Plan, and one that you have the opportunity to apply for under Xiantian.

The famous "Three Youth Fund" is enough to make all the major forces fight each other to the point of bloodshed.

A majestic city, Yunhua Wuhan University.

Zhang Xinglie looked at the paper in front of him, on which a line of words was clearly printed.

Application form for the Dragon Country Young Martial Arts Fund.

Even for students from Yunhua Jinjing, it is extremely difficult to apply for the New Youth Fund. As for the other two higher youth funds, it is a hundred times more difficult.

It is a blessing to be qualified to apply. As for whether the application will be successful, there is no need to hold out hope.

Zhang Xinglie was bent over his desk, writing an application.

On the upper right side of his desk, there are more than a dozen "martial arts directors" job offers from different development companies.

In the martial arts hall of the Ruda martial arts hall, Zhou Leng continued to practice.

Xue Chengsong sent information on more than a dozen people, all of whom were Tian Wenhu's alternatives and had the potential to face off against Zhou Leng.

In the evening, Zhou Leng and a group of classmates who came to watch the fun jogged all the way to Minghe Martial Arts Hall.

Xu Qingjin followed Zhou Leng, her shiny black ponytail swaying happily.

Several female students in Class 01 occasionally glanced at Xu Qingjin's back.

The boys were laughing and talking about gambling as they ran.

There were many people standing on both sides of the open space in front of Minghe Martial Arts Hall.

The two sides occasionally glanced at each other with unfriendly eyes.

The classmates and Zhou Leng ran closer, some were startled and slowed down.

Some looked around curiously.

Xu Qingjin instinctively leaned towards Zhou Leng, their arms touched, and Xu Qingjin quickly separated.

"It's okay, just treat it as a real-life sparring match." Zhou Leng said.

"Yeah." Xu Qingjin took a slow, deep breath.

"The real boss is here, let's go in." Tu Rong, who was wearing a leather jacket, shouted, and the people from the Shuizhou Five Tigers entered first.

Xue Chengsong saw a girl following Zhou Leng, smiled and stretched out his hand to greet her.

"Zhou Leng."

"Mr. Xue."

"Come on, let's go in too."

A large group of people entered Minghe Martial Arts Hall.

Zhou Leng and a few others were allowed to enter for free, while others opened their phones and used QR codes to enter, which cost 10 yuan each.

Everyone walked to the small martial arts stage No. 3.

Zhou Leng took a quick glance and saw that there were nearly a thousand seats inside, and more than two hundred people were already sitting there.

In the venue, under the lighting, stands a martial arts stage more than one meter above the ground.

The entire martial arts arena is about ten meters in diameter and is surrounded by an octagonal iron cage.

Watching fights in a martial arts hall was the basic form of entertainment for the people during the martial arts era, and was far more popular than watching movies or playing games.

Feng Wenhao said with emotion: "I didn't expect that Zhou Leng would have the opportunity to go on the martial arts stage so early. This was my childhood dream. Zhou Leng, you work hard and try to get the ticket price over a thousand. Then, I will be a scalper and help you resell the tickets."

"You are so useless that you don't even dare to eat a few more bites of meat in your dreams." Wei Hong scolded with a smile.

Xue Chengsong said: "Zhou Leng, you are a warrior participating in the battle, go to the lounge at the back to prepare first. By the way..."

Xue Chengsong lowered his voice and said, "I heard from those two veterans in the early stage of blood transportation that they were not very happy with you being the first to appear. They thought that you might lose the game in order to steal the limelight."

Zhou Leng nodded and walked towards the lounge with Xue Chengsong.

On the way, Xue Chengsong asked, "You know all the rules of gambling, right?"

"I know a lot, but I can't say I understand it all."

"Then let me briefly explain."

"Let's talk about the rewards first. Each of the nine participants will receive a basic appearance fee. For example, today's fee is 5000."

"Then there are the rewards for the winner. Regardless of whether you participated in the battle or not, as long as you are the winner, according to the previous bet, each person will receive one Yuan-boosting Pill, plus ten Da-boosting Pills."

"There is also a reward for the winner of a single game, usually 10,000 per game, but this time it's 30,000 per game."

"There are additional rewards for you. Tian Wenhu has already said that if you win a game, you will get an extra Yuan-boosting Pill plus ten Da-boosting Pills. If you win three games, you will get five pills plus fifty."

"Then it's a matter of tactics. My dad and Uncle Li decided..."

The two walked into the lounge while talking.

In the spacious lounge, some people were jumping rope, some were doing slow boxing, and some were meditating and practicing qigong.

Xue Tongming, Li Linhan, team doctors and others were on the other side.

Xue Tongming walked up to Zhou Leng, clapped his hands, and said, "Let me introduce to you all. This is Zhou Leng. He is the first to compete in this gambling fight and is ranked 503rd on the Rucheng Newcomer List."

The other participants either greeted with a smile or nodded.

Xue Tongming said: "The war is about to begin. Do you have anything to say, participants?"

A middle-aged man with a krait tattoo around his neck said, "Hello Zhou Leng, my name is Tan Feikuo, my Qi and Blood Pressure is at the early stage of blood circulation, and I'm in the same match as you. I don't mean anything else, I just want to win. I don't quite understand, the first battle is so important, why do you want to join the battle?"

Everyone's eyes shifted between Zhou Leng and Tan Feikuo.

Xue Tongming and Li Linhan did not stop him, but just looked at Zhou Leng quietly.

Zhou Leng said: "Tell me why you don't understand."

"Okay," Tan Feikuo said, "Gambling is a very dangerous process, and generally requires some tactics."

"Gambling fights are not competitions. They are fought one after another. The defeated ones leave, and the victors stand up and continue the next fight until all three players on one side are defeated."

(End of this chapter)