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The two were like two iron ingots, colliding, rolling, and entangled without any fancy moves.

A series of deafening bangs rang out.

Yang Silang was so shaken that his chest and lungs churned, his bones ached and went numb, he felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, and he staggered backward...

So, the joy of the breakthrough was instantly forgotten.

I'm still too weak.

Little did he know that Long Yiyan on the other side was also becoming more and more alarmed as the fight went on. This kid had taken more than twenty of his moves from beginning to end, and he had used seven or eight tenths of his strength, so why hadn't he fallen yet?

Even two fully-fledged bronze-skinned warriors should have fallen by now...

His mind raced, and he launched a flurry of punches, his movements a mix of real and feints, like flowers in a flower arrangement. Taking advantage of Yang Silang's distraction, he hooked the crutch under his foot.

boom!

The newly recruited copper-skinned martial artist, Yang Silang, fell to the ground with a thud.

Long Yi, with his hands behind his back, scolded him.

"Why are you only watching the fist in front of you and not paying attention to your feet?"

"Once you're on the battlefield, you're already dead!" He said with great authority, gesturing to encompass everyone within his circle. "And you all remember that."

"Only when you become a bronze-skinned martial artist can you be considered to have truly embarked on the path of martial arts. There is still a lot to learn."

Everyone was convinced, and Yang Silang had nothing to say.

That kick was like a slamming iron hammer; no matter how good your stance is, you can't block it. The spot where my leg bone collided seems to be swollen now, and even copper plating couldn't protect me.

The so-called Iron-Bone Martial Artist is said to have to temper all the bones in his body to be as hard as iron in order to support his martial arts body and possess all sorts of incredible power.

However, Yang Silang estimated that if he unleashed his divine power by tearing off his shirt, he could withstand attacks for a short period of time and might be able to escape safely.

When I finished my shift in the afternoon...

Long Yi pointed at Yang Silang in front of everyone.

"Bring ten taels of silver tomorrow."

Everyone was puzzled. Had Coach Long spent all his money on drinking and carousing and was now looking to generate more revenue?

Long Yiyan continued.

"There are still five months left in this term. I will teach you the skills of the Iron Bone Martial Master."

"The pills for Iron Bone Martial Masters cost thirty taels of silver. In addition to what you paid before, you will need to pay an extra ten taels of silver."

"Any objections?"

Yang Silang nodded vigorously, his face beaming with joy—Instructor Long is a good person.

So you're already preparing to pass on the next level of martial arts so readily?

Seeing how readily he agreed, Long patted him on the shoulder.

"Alright, today the Martial Arts Hall has produced its first bronze-skinned martial artist. Congratulations!"

"This also proves that my Dragon Eyes is exceptionally skilled and that my training has been successful!"

"Let's go to Fengyanlou!"

"Today, Shiro is treating!"

Everyone cheered, while Yang Silang was left bewildered.

Upstairs at Fengyanlou.

Because there were too many people, the restaurant removed the screens and combined the two private rooms into one, which barely accommodated so many men, filling three tables with two adults and one child.

At this point, it becomes clear that everyone is still divided into two groups.

The servants sat at one table, and the soldiers sat at another.

As for Long Yi, he sat at a separate table. Yang Silang and Wang Daniu sat on his left, and Ma Qianli and Yan Tiansheng sat on his right.

The table for five people looked a bit empty, so Long Yi waved his hand and told Yang Silang and Ma Qianli to move aside. He then called in four girls to serve him, Instructor Long.

As a result, the table was almost full.

"In the martial arts hall we're instructors and disciples, but in this restaurant we're brothers who only drink and eat... How about you order a girl and have some fun together?" Long Yi grinned and asked Yang Wang Ma Yan and the other two.

Yang Silang smiled and shook his head, saying it wasn't necessary, but inwardly he cursed.

Damn it, Instructor Long, that's not very fair of you.

You can come and spend money on your own on weekdays, but you'll need to hire two girls.

They treated me like a sucker today, calling in four people. I'm happy so I won't say anything.

If you give one to everyone, are you trying to bankrupt me with one meal?

Ma Qianli seemed to be tempted, but Yan Tiansheng pulled him back and lowered his voice, saying, "Brother, we're almost as tough as bronze-skinned warriors, either next month or the month after."

When that day comes, won't we have to make a trip to Fengyanlou?

Today's ostentation will be our ostentation in the future; today you feel good seeing others spend money like water, but when it comes to us taking out our own wallets, will you have that much money in your pocket?

Ma Qianli immediately became obedient, shaking his head vigorously and pretending to be extremely honest, saying he didn't need it.

Everyone first raised a toast to Long Yan with a cup of wine – a tribute to the instructor's hard work and great achievements.

Beating people up during the day and drinking and carousing at night, it's really tough work.

Let me toast to Yang Silang, the sucker of today, and congratulate him on finally reaching the Copper Skin Martial Artist realm and becoming a martial artist.

At first, everyone was a little envious and jealous, but seeing how Coach Long spent other people's money like water today, many people were actually glad that they weren't the ones who broke through.

After a few drinks, everyone toasted each other, and the atmosphere became harmonious and relaxed.

Long Yi coughed, drawing everyone's attention to himself, and stared at Yang Silang, asking.

"The banquet at Fengyanlou today will cost a lot of money. To be honest, doesn't it hurt your wallet?"

Yang Silang shook his head, his face showing a bold expression, and responded with a smile.

"The coach and all my classmates are celebrating my breakthrough to the Bronze Skin Realm and are gathering together for drinks. This is giving me face, so why would I feel bad?"

"Money is worthless anyway. You can always earn more. It's no big deal."

Long Yi stood up and shook his head.

"A slippery fellow, but generous enough."

He looked at everyone, raised his cup, and said loudly.

"Today, I'll make it clear to you all: if you want to achieve something in martial arts, innate talent and physical attributes are just the foundation, but the most important thing is money! Money! And damn it, money!"

"The Copper-Skinned Martial Artist is nothing more than a beginner in martial arts; the several hundred taels of silver he spent isn't even enough to warm up the crowd."

"Going further down the hierarchy, which realm won't require a huge amount of qi-replenishing medicines, and rare beast and herb materials to advance to?"

"Now, if you can't bear to treat someone to a meal, you don't have to learn the Iron Bone Martial Arts."

"An Iron-Bone Martial Master's expenses are twice that of a Copper-Skin Realm cultivator. If they can't even afford the small sum of money at Fengyan Restaurant, they won't go far in the martial arts world..."

"Change careers as soon as possible!"

Everyone fell silent, feeling that what Instructor Long said was very true: indeed, the poor should be scholars and the rich should be warriors; without money, one should not talk about martial arts.

Only Yang Silang felt something was strange. He noticed that when Instructor Long spoke, his eyes were fixed on Yan Tiansheng and Ma Qianli—the two seemed to be just one step away from breaking through.

Could this guy be giving those two suckers a heads-up beforehand, just to get some extra food for the next meal?

After Long Yi finished spouting a long lecture on the principles of spending money, he was then served by girls. He was surrounded by soft, fragrant women, drinking one cup of wine after another, looking completely carefree. His face practically screamed to everyone, "Leave me alone, I'm having a great time."

Everyone tactfully left him alone and went about their own drinks.

Having spent a month in the martial arts hall, this was the first time the soldiers and servants had sat down together to drink. Before, with their faces bruised and swollen and their appearance not presentable, they had no desire to gather.

There are too many people; we can't get them all together.

Today, we were finally forced to sit together, but it turned out to be an opportunity for friendly communication.