Martial Arts Godhood: At the Start, Rebels Asked Me to Be an Undercover Agent

As Xiao Wang and Linghu Ke approached the entrance of the martial arts school, they smelled the aroma of food.

They were on high alert the entire time and didn't even have a proper meal.

The aroma of Cheng Hu's cooking brought a long-lost sense of pleasure to my taste buds.

Cheng Hu brought the prepared dishes to the main room, just in time to see Xiao Wang and Linghu Ke enter.

"You're back?"

"Yes, I'm back."

"Hurry up and wash your hands before eating."

After the two finished washing up, the four of them sat down in the main room. Tonight's meal was still quite plentiful, with pork and a plate of stir-fried chicken.

As the four ate, Wei Zhongxing looked at Xiao Wang and asked, "Are you injured?"

Xiao Wang glanced at the dried bloodstains on his clothes near his abdomen. "It's nothing, just a minor cut from a dagger."

"Junior Brother's ability to withstand blows is truly unprecedented," Linghu Ke said while eating.

Cheng Hu listened, intrigued. "Resilience? With your small frame, Junior Brother? How much can you withstand? Do you think I can withstand a beating?"

Linghu Ke ate his meal, smiled at Cheng Hu, and then recounted Xiao Wang's battle scene.

Wei Zhongxing and Cheng Hu listened, both forgetting to feed themselves.

"Are you serious?" Cheng Hu asked incredulously.

"How could this be fake? I wasn't the only one there."

Then Cheng Hu turned his gaze to Xiao Wang, "Junior brother, you are still the best. I am ashamed to admit that I am not as good as you."

Wei Zhongxing looked at Xiao Wang and said, "While martial arts require strength, courage, and unwavering resolve, strategy is also essential. After all, we are only human, and bullets and swords have no eyes."

"I understand, I will be more careful next time."

Xiao Wang answered, glancing at the bead in his mind, where a faint black tinge had begun to emanate from it. He felt that, apart from the dagger wound, the other hand injuries from his fists and feet had almost completely healed.

"Master, the robbers this time are from the Red Dragon Gang," Linghu Ke reported.

"It's alright, the Red Dragon Gang wouldn't dare break this tacit agreement and cause trouble for the delivery person."

Linghu Ke nodded after listening.

Xiao Wang listened. Although Linghu Ke had said before that the Red Dragon Gang wouldn't dare to cause trouble, he probably wasn't very confident. Only after hearing Wei Zhongxing's words did he finally feel relieved.

The four of them ate and chatted.

Linghu Ke and Xiao Wang recounted the delivery battle. After listening, Wei Zhongxing looked at Xiao Wang and said, "Apart from being reckless, you handled everything else quite well. Watch and learn more, and you'll be fine after a few more deliveries."

"Disciple understands."

Then Xiao Wang asked Wei Zhongxing about some of the small details and questions he had during the battle, and Wei Zhongxing answered them one by one.

After finishing their meal, the four of them sat side by side at the entrance of the main room to digest their food.

After resting for half an hour, Xiao Wang got up and went to the center of the courtyard to practice his boxing techniques. The three of them watched and said nothing more. They gradually got used to it, especially Cheng Hu and Linghu Ke.

Cheng Hu already knew that his talent was far inferior to Xiao Wang's, and he also gradually realized that his perseverance was far inferior to Xiao Wang's. At first, he wanted to compete, but now, he just quietly watched Xiao Wang practice.

After the battle of delivering goods, Linghu Ke realized that he could never reach Xiao Wang's level, forgetting his own life and entering a state of battle. This is the fighting spirit that all martial artists yearn for, but very few people can achieve it.

He knew that this might be the main reason why Sister Hua valued Xiao Wang.

Of course, there might be another reason: he's handsome and young.

Xiao Wang practiced repeatedly, filling in the gaps in what he had just learned from Wei Zhongxing, while observing the color of the bead in his mind. With each practice, the color of the bead gradually lightened.

At the same time, Xiao Wang felt that during the practice, his understanding of Tiger Legion was slowly deepening and his proficiency was slowly improving.

Wei Zhongxing and Linghu Ke watched Xiao Wang's demonstration from the sidelines, both astonished. "Master, Junior Brother has already acquired a trace of 'divine' essence, hasn't he?"

"That's true, this kid is quite interesting. As his cultivation progresses, he not only doesn't slow down, but actually gets faster and faster."

"Perhaps this intense battle gave him a sudden, enlightening insight."

"That's possible, which is why I often tell you that a martial artist can only move forward. If you retreat and become a coward, how can you possibly make any progress in martial arts?"

As Cheng Hu picked vegetables for tomorrow morning, he asked, "Master, Second Brother, where's the 'spirit'? I can't see it."

Wei Zhongxing glanced at Cheng Hu, "It would be a miracle if you could figure it out. If you could, you wouldn't have been practicing for years and still be stuck in the form."

Cheng Hu listened without saying a word and began to focus intently on picking vegetables.

Xiao Wang's practice continued. He remained calm and unhurried, circulating his breathing techniques while feeling the flow of power and energy within his body as he threw punches.

Once, twice, five times, twenty times—as Xiao Wang practiced repeatedly, the damage in the bead in his brain continued to transform. He slowly began to feel that even if his punches were slightly off-target, his punching power was not affected. On the contrary, it became more powerful and more ferocious.

As Xiao Wang sensed it, a surge of joy welled up within him. "Could this be the 'god' of combat techniques?"

Recalling Wei Zhongxing's words, Xiao Wang quickly realized that this was the "divine" aspect of combat skills.

Although I am still far from reaching the level of becoming a god, I have already attained a trace of godhood, which means that I have the aptitude to become a god.

Having understood this, Xiao Wang threw himself into training even more wholeheartedly, almost forgetting all external distractions. He threw punches with steady steps, yet his speed was like the wind, flowing smoothly. His hand techniques showed signs of being both unrestrained and deadly.

Wei Zhongxing and Linghu Ke both looked on in shock.

"Let's go to sleep and not disturb his boxing practice."

"But Master, I haven't finished picking my vegetables yet."

"Take your dad's head off! See? Don't you have any sense of urgency?" Wei Zhongxing pointed at Xiao Wang and said to Cheng Hu.

"Master, mine is also urgent; it's for breakfast tomorrow morning."

Wei Zhongxing shook his head and walked towards his room.

Then Cheng Hu and Linghu Ke also went back to their room.

After Xiao Wang had practiced and transformed part of the damage from the bead in his brain, he stopped. By then, the moon was high in the sky, and he was sweating profusely.

I looked at the entrance to the main room and found that no one was there, so I knew they had all gone to rest.

That's enough for today, we'll continue tomorrow.

Xiao Wang thought to himself, and after washing up, he quickly fell asleep.

The next morning, Xiao Wang left for school early.

I haven't exchanged information with Anhan for two days, and I don't know what's going on.

After waiting for a short while at the school gate, An Han arrived, and the two found a secluded corner.

"Any new developments?" Xiao Wang asked.

"have."