Gao Wu: Ten years of sparring experience, one move and the world knows him.

Chapter 134 Playing in the gym!

On a rugged mountain path in the desolate wilderness, Wang Ping sat somewhat disheveled on a rock, panting heavily.

The messenger of the gods has disappeared!
The messenger's disciple also disappeared.

What a load of bullshit demonic cult!

This is a complete scam!
Why not just go back and cut ties with these people, and focus on being a good director?

"Damn it, there's no phone signal! Am I going to starve?!"

Wang Ping complained and was about to get up when he suddenly felt a cold wind blow past him from behind.

His neck was a little stiff. In this desolate wilderness, it was probably some kind of demon or monster!

He was constantly on edge; his mental state was extremely tense.

Wang Ping struggled to control his breathing, his eyes sharpened, and he suddenly lunged forward, rolled over, grabbed a rock from the ground in front of him, twisted his body, and hurled it at his target.

This was incredibly swift, like a rabbit leaping and a falcon swooping down.

Why are you running, Director Wang?

A faint, melancholic female voice slowly rang out, carrying a hint of coldness and chill.

Wang Ping was startled and looked up. He saw Luo Min stretching out one jade-like arm, catching the stone that had been thrown at him with one hand and gently squeezing it.

The stone turned into dust and fell down in a flurry.

"you are still alive?"

Wang Ping was overjoyed and said, "That's great! You don't know, you stayed inside for two whole days. I was terrified!"

Do you want me to live, or do you want me to die?

Seeing his expression, which didn't seem fake, Luo Min narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Of course we hope you live. My crew is a whole family. If you die, I can't control them."

Wang Ping breathed a sigh of relief, unaware of Luo Min's change, and was about to leisurely walk to her side.

Suddenly, Luo Min's eyes went black as a shockwave shot through his eyes and into his mind.

"Hey, ah!"

Wang Ping let out a miserable cry, and after a moment he knelt on the ground covered in sweat.

"From this day forward, I am the Phantom Messenger!"

Luo Min's lips curled into an enigmatic smile.

"Greetings, Divine Messenger!"

Despite the excruciating pain, Wang Ping prostrated himself on the ground and bowed to Luo Min.

"Get up, Director Wang! From now on, we will need your help with the affairs of the religion."

Luo Min said coldly.

"It is my honor to serve the religion. Divine messenger, what's next?"

"I need to go into seclusion. You should reassure the believers in the church, keep a low profile for now, and don't try to expand the church..."

"Yes, God's Envoy!"

In the pitch-black night sky, the dazzling Milky Way unfolded slowly across the horizon like a vast scroll. Under the cover of night, two figures vanished into the mountains and fields.

……

Winters in Jeju are exceptionally cold, and the fact that it is surrounded by mountains on three sides does not make it much warmer.

Zhao Rui's tutoring class has already started its second session.

The students spoke highly of him, and the parents were full of praise for him.

The reason is simple: the teaching was perfectly tailored to the individual's needs.

It seems there isn't a single martial art he doesn't know.

They can always pinpoint and correct a child's problems, enabling the child's abilities to improve dramatically in a short period of training.

These students also have their own competitions within their circles, making it easy to see who has made rapid progress.

Before long, everyone in the Lixia District and even several nearby districts knew about Zhao Rui, the new coach.

Most importantly, he's selective about who he hires.

He doesn't accept just anyone as a student, and he only teaches them once.

How much improvement one can achieve depends entirely on individual circumstances.

This immediately elevated its sophistication.

Not to mention, Zhao Rui is a master-level expert.

"Coach, how much do you charge for taking on apprentices? Don't worry, we can pay whatever it takes. I have a second floor in the shopping street ahead that I haven't rented out. If you need it, I can let you use it directly..."

A wealthy parent, accompanied by his chubby son, spoke to Zhao Rui with a fawning expression.

His son studied under Zhao Rui for the first time, and in just twenty days, he improved by a whole level.

Moreover, he has exceptional combat skills and a remarkable grasp of the strengths and weaknesses of the martial arts he has learned.

This parent was also eager for their son to succeed and wanted to become Zhao Rui's apprentice directly.

He has no shortage of money, but good teachers are hard to find.

His son had previously studied at a martial arts school, which also had a grandmaster-level expert, but that person was extremely arrogant.

They openly accept apprentices, but actually don't care about anything else.

They all left the training to their martial arts instructors.

I only joined the show because I heard about Zhao Rui's reputation as a Grandmaster.

The results were surprisingly good. He then had the idea of ​​becoming an apprentice.

His words instantly resonated with parents picking up their children nearby, who came forward one by one to ask Zhao Rui how they could become his disciples.

Zhao Rui has no intention of taking on any apprentices.

He himself is still a half-baked amateur, at least in his own opinion.

To outsiders, he was undoubtedly a Grandmaster-level expert.

"I'm sorry, I don't take on apprentices. I'm still a student. I'll let everyone know when I decide to do so in the future."

Zhao Rui smiled and explained a few words to these "patrons".

Upon hearing this, some parents backed down, while others felt that the sincerity was probably not enough.

As a result, Zhao Rui received more than a dozen phone calls that evening, inviting him to dinner.

These were all calls from these parents.

Zhao Rui naturally refused outright.

When Zhao Rui refused, some parents simply set out their conditions over the phone.

For example, if someone successfully becomes an apprentice, they will receive a million dollars in cash and a building along the street.

They provided Zhao Rui with a proper martial arts school free of charge, not only funding it but also providing the space.

Some parents were even willing to give Zhao Rui 10% of their company shares, reportedly valued at several thousand W.

These conditions were so generous it was outrageous, and Zhao Rui was almost tempted to agree.

Unfortunately, he had other interests in this area and was unwilling to waste his time teaching apprentices.

Naturally, he rejected them all.

The next day, Zhao Rui was having tea with Qin Rui in front of the rented martial arts school. The tea was brought by Qin Rui from home, and it was said that, cough cough, she bit off the tea leaves one by one from the tea tree with her mouth.

When she said that, she licked her lips, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Does Senior Sister have bad breath?"

Zhao Rui's words broke Qin Rui's defenses, and she never mentioned the matter of the young girl serving tea again.

Just as the two were drinking tea and chatting, a middle-aged man walked in from outside. He was wearing a dark purple Tang suit, and his slightly long hair was combed back, making him look quite energetic.

Two young men in their early twenties were following behind him.

The three of them walked straight toward Zhao Rui.

Upon approaching, the middle-aged man looked at Zhao Rui and smiled, "Young man, are you the owner of this martial arts school?"

Zhao Rui glanced at the newcomers and nodded, saying, "I am, and who are you?"

"Let me introduce myself. I am the owner of Yong Sheng Martial Arts School. My surname is Nie and my given name is Sheng."

The middle-aged man said with a smile.

"Oh, nice to meet you. Did Director Nie need something from me?"

Seeing this, Zhao Rui stood up and shook hands with the other person.

"I have something I'd like to discuss with you, young man. What do you think..."

Nie Sheng glanced around and gestured for Zhao Rui to find a quiet place to talk.

"Um, I'm sorry, I don't have an office here, just a classroom, and there are people inside. You can talk here if you need anything."

Zhao Rui casually mentioned that he had only rented one classroom and didn't plan to open it often. Nie Sheng's expression froze for a moment upon hearing this, but he immediately laughed and said, "You're so carefree, young man. Then I'll be frank with you."

"Young man, you may not know this, but in our martial arts circle, there are standards for accepting apprentices... Grandmasters don't directly teach students..."

“Young man, what you’re doing is disrupting the market… I’m a few years older, so I’m being a bit blunt. Please don’t take offense.”

After listening to Nie Sheng's words, Zhao Rui suddenly realized why the other party had come to find him.

Clearly, he himself, as a master, personally taught students, thus violating industry norms.

In large martial arts schools, grandmasters typically do not personally teach ordinary students.

The instructors are all disciples, and once such disciples are identified, they represent the martial arts school and the master when they go out.

Even though Zhao Rui is a grandmaster, he teaches all kinds of students and does everything himself.

This is clearly a violation of the rules.

"Then, may I ask what brings Director Nie here this time?"

Zhao Rui asked.

"I would like to ask you to stop the current teaching model. As long as you don't teach personally, we will not interfere with any other business models. We can also keep in touch and exchange ideas more often in the future."

Nie Sheng smiled faintly.

"us?"

Zhao Rui asked curiously.

"I don't represent myself, nor Yong Sheng Martial Arts School, but the Lixia District Martial Arts Alliance!"

Nie Sheng emphasized the last two words.

"Martial Alliance?"

Zhao Rui was slightly taken aback. Sure enough, wherever there are people, there is a world of intrigue, and wherever there is a world of intrigue, there are interest groups.

The martial arts schools have even formed alliances.

"Oh, even the Martial Arts Association shouldn't have the right to interfere with how others teach, right?"

Zhao Rui's gaze was like a meteor falling into the sea, as if a giant wave was surging.

"The Martial Arts Association naturally doesn't care, but our Martial Arts Alliance is also for the sake of industry order. If someone doesn't follow the rules, then we can only make them leave this area."

Seeing that Zhao Rui seemed to have a lot of opinions, Nie Sheng immediately said in an unfriendly tone.

"Oh! Your martial arts school allows challenges to be delivered to your premises, right?"

Zhao Rui suddenly asked.

"...?"

Nie Sheng was taken aback for a moment, then realized what he meant and said coldly, "Fine, young man, you certainly have guts. Then we'll be waiting for you at the martial arts school!"

"It's not that I necessarily want to come to your door, it's just that I don't have the space here!"

Zhao Rui said indifferently.

I was just wondering where to find a reason to challenge a master, and here it is!
It's you who won't let me open a martial arts school, not me who started the trouble!

Upon hearing Zhao Rui's words, Nie Sheng snorted coldly, assuming he was deliberately mocking him. He immediately waved his arm and said, "I'll wait for you to come to my door!"

After saying that, he turned and left with a livid face.

After everyone left, Qin Rui looked at Zhao Rui with some concern: "You should quickly provoke him. If they won't let us pass, we can always set up the training room on campus. I don't believe they dare to control the school's martial arts team!"

"Hey, you've got a clever little brain!"

Zhao Rui was delighted to hear this, but then laughed and said, "No need. I'd like to see what these veteran Grandmaster-level experts are like!"

"Don't be reckless. I'll go with you."

"fine!"

Zhao Rui smiled and offered a few words of comfort to Senior Sister Qin.

In the afternoon, not long after Qin Rui left, Miao Miaomiao called.

It turned out that Qin Rui was still worried about Zhao Rui, so she told Miao Miaomiao about it and hoped that she could persuade him.

"Should my dad intervene?"

"No need. Do you really have that little faith in me?"

Zhao Rui declined Miao Miaomiao's suggestion. He was there to copy the martial arts technique, and if the Martial Arts Association got involved, he wouldn't stand a chance.

That evening, at the Yong Sheng Martial Arts School, Nie Sheng and three others drank and chatted happily around the octagonal table.

"This young man is truly ignorant and arrogant. I tried to advise him kindly because he is a grandmaster, but he is so ungrateful!"

After a few rounds of drinks, Nie Sheng complained with dissatisfaction.

"Brother Nie, why bother getting angry with him? Even if I ignore him, he won't dare to come to my door. He's just all bark and no bite."

An elderly man with graying temples stroked his beard and spoke at the table.

"I don't understand what he's after?"

A middle-aged woman on the east side frowned and said in confusion, "Logically speaking, he has advanced to the level of Grandmaster at such a young age and has a bright future. He shouldn't need to teach these students... I heard that the fee is only a thousand yuan, so he can't earn much!"

“What Sister Qiao said is true. I also find it strange. And his initiative to challenge Brother Nie is even more unbelievable.”

"Could it be that the Martial Arts Association is about to make a move? I heard that the imperial court has been making some big moves recently, and it seems to be related to our Grandmaster!"

"That shouldn't be the case!"

Attracted by his words, the crowd frowned and began to discuss.

Just as the group was puzzled by Zhao Rui's behavior, a disciple rushed in from outside the hall and said to Nie Sheng.

"Master, someone has arrived at the door. They say they have an appointment with you."

"You made an appointment with me?"

Nie Sheng was taken aback: "How come I don't remember making an appointment with someone at this time?"

"Could it be that kid named Zhao Rui?"

The middle-aged woman's pupils widened slightly, and she couldn't help but be taken aback.

"Let's go out and take a look!"

Nie Sheng's eyes turned cold. He slammed his hands on the table, stood up, and walked out.

The other four exchanged a glance and followed.

Upon arriving at the entrance of the martial arts school, Nie Sheng's temper flared up instantly at the sight of it.

"Well done, kid! You actually came to challenge us! Good, good!"

Nie Sheng was so angry that he laughed instead. He had never seen such a disrespectful young man.

At such a young age, how deep can your skills be?

"I've come at the wrong time! I thought your martial arts gym would be empty at this hour!"

Zhao Rui said somewhat embarrassedly.

"I'll come another day!"

After saying that, he turned to leave.

"You think you can just come and go as you please at my Yong Sheng Martial Arts School!"

Nie Sheng lunged forward, his large, thick hands, like bear paws, slapping towards Zhao Rui with a whooshing sound.

Seeing this, Zhao Rui stopped and retreated, using a move that seemed to seal and close, to neutralize the pair of palms containing powerful true energy.

At the same time, a system notification sounded in his mind: "Replicable martial arts technique detected: Crimson Gold Wind Chasing Palm! Copy?"

"copy!"

Zhao Rui was overjoyed. He was really lucky to encounter a martial art that could be copied in his very first battle.

When Nie Sheng saw that Zhao Rui had so easily taken two palm strikes containing seventy percent of his power, he knew that Zhao Rui was no ordinary person.

He immediately abandoned his contempt, his inner strength surged, and his true energy circulated throughout his body, instantly dispelling the effects of the alcohol. He then unleashed his full power and attacked Zhao Rui.

"Why don't we go inside and fight!"

Seeing that the entrance was not secluded, Zhao Rui immediately made a feint and used the Cloud Ladder Leap Technique to flip over the wall of the martial arts school and enter the courtyard.

"How brave!"

Enraged, Nie Sheng moved like a swallow flying through the forest, darting back into the martial arts school through the main gate.

The two fought their way out of the courtyard and soon arrived at the training ground.

"This kid's skill is incredibly profound, not weaker than Master Nie's!"

The four people who followed closely watched the fight between the two in the arena with serious expressions. After watching for a while, the old man with half-white hair and beard frowned and said.

"He's not one to cross the river without a fierce dragon; he's definitely got some skills."

The middle-aged woman nodded, then suddenly said to the martial arts school disciples beside her, "Go and close the gate. You all stay outside and guard it. No one is allowed to enter."

(End of this chapter)