Ultimate Method: Practice your fist a hundred times, and use violence to control violence.

The Longying Martial Arts School's student classes are divided into four classes—A, B, C, and D—based on the order of enrollment. This means that the A class has the longest time to learn Tieshanquan (Iron Mountain Fist).

Lei Ming never expected that Master Qin would recommend a student from Class D to be a teaching assistant for Class A. However, he couldn't say it out loud, as it would offend people.

Moreover, Master Qin is superior to him in both seniority and cultivation, so he would not make baseless accusations.

There can only be one explanation...

This kid is definitely got some skills.

"Master Qin told me you're also a student at the Holy City Noble Academy?"

Leaving the courtyard and walking along the alley paved with bluestone slabs, Lei Ming suddenly spoke.

"Yes, could it be that Senior Brother is also one?" Wan Ze was surprised.

Lei Ming laughed heartily, shaking his head, and said cheerfully, "I don't have that kind of luck. But Sun Fan and Fu Min go to the same school as you. By the way, who's your homeroom teacher?"

"Sun Mingde."

"..." Lei Ming's face stiffened. Not recognizing him, he decided to change the subject, asking, "So, what grade are you in now? Are you a senior?"

"First year of high school..." Wan Ze couldn't help but look over.

Am I that old?

Lei Ming didn't actually mean that; he just thought that Wan Ze had gained Master Qin's approval, which meant he must have been practicing martial arts for many years.

But I never expected that this junior, Wan, was only... a first-year high school student!!!

Holy crap! A first-year high school student?!

He was even more puzzled.

……

In the spacious courtyard with its gray and red wood, the sound of hammering wooden stakes could be heard incessantly.

When Lei Ming brought Wan Ze to the scene, he did not introduce Wan Ze to everyone. Instead, he quickly led him around and gave a brief introduction to his job duties.

It was only then that Wan Ze realized that the training content of Class A was much more extensive than that of Class D. Not only did they have to practice horse stance and boxing every day, but they also had to undergo various specialized training and sparring sessions in terms of strength, reaction speed, and agility.

He couldn't help but wonder if Master Qin had seen through his true abilities when he recommended him as a teaching assistant.

That's way too strong!

Iron thighs!

"What Master Qin?! That's my own uncle!"

Wan Ze muttered to himself, and after listening to Lei Ming's explanation, he realized that his job was quite simple, nothing more than following the instructor's instructions to organize sparring, recording training data, and so on.

And that's where Lei Ming's brilliance lies.

Although he had reservations about Wan Ze's Iron Mountain Fist, he did not voice them.

Perhaps it was also because they didn't want to offend Master Qin.

In short, he did not make Wan Zezhen do that.

"When you have free time, you can use the equipment in the yard for training. You can ask questions anytime if you don't understand something..."

"Senior Brother Lei, I have a question," Wan Ze suddenly said.

Lei Ming didn't seem surprised and said with a smile, "Go ahead and ask."

"I think Class A is more like free training, which seems different from Class D," Wan Ze said hesitantly.

Lei Ming nodded and smiled, "That's right. The Class A students are basically veteran students who have been practicing boxing for one to two years. They don't need to receive further training from the master. They will only be supervised by us formal disciples."

"Senior brother, are you a formal disciple?"

"What, I don't look like it?"

That's not what I meant.

"Haha, don't be nervous. Master Qin values ​​you so much, so you'll be promoted soon," Lei Ming suddenly said meaningfully.

Wan Ze didn't know how to respond to that, so he could only give an awkward smile.

Just then, he saw a black-haired girl with a ponytail appear amidst the crowd. The girl had long legs, a slender waist, and a delicate face; she was indeed a rare beauty.

"Senior Brother Lei, you've finally arrived! Is Sun Fan deliberately avoiding me? Today's sparring session is coming up. If she doesn't dare to come, I won't fight her," the ponytail girl said coquettishly.

Wan Ze felt a strange sensation in his heart, but he didn't show it and looked at Lei Ming without making a sound.

But just then, a voice with an air of heroism rang out: "You think you can hide from me, Fu Min? Who do you think you are? Come here and face your death!"

The crowd parted automatically, and a spirited, short-haired girl strode forward.

Lei Ming rubbed his forehead and smiled wryly: "Sun Fan..."

"Senior Brother Lei, this is between her and me, please don't interfere." It was Fu Min who said this.

The two girls seemed to have a long-standing feud.

Lei Ming had no choice but to dismiss the crowd, not forgetting to assert his senior brotherly authority, and warned, "Same rules as always, stop when you've made your move!"

This was the first time Wan Ze had ever seen veteran students from the Dragon Eagle Martial Arts School spar, and he watched with great interest.

The two beautiful figures clashed violently, their movements intertwined, and their attacks were incredibly fast. Wan Ze was secretly shocked, as this was not the scene of pulling hair that he had expected.

What surprised him even more was that although the two girls looked quite young, they used Iron Mountain Fist techniques, and their moves were far more powerful than those of the students in the Ding class.

"How are you feeling?" Lei Ming suddenly asked in a low voice.

"Very strong." Wan Ze was telling the truth.

He actually had a more intuitive idea in his mind... that he could probably do the same thing?

only……

"Who do you think will win?" Lei Ming asked again.

Wan Ze looked up and saw that Senior Brother Lei was smiling at him. Clearly, this seemingly casual remark was a test.

"Senior brother..."

Just as he was about to speak, Lei Ming suddenly smiled and said, "I don't think the person Master Qin recommended would be so oblivious to such a small matter, would he?"

Wan Ze remained silent, staring at the figures locked in combat on the field, before suddenly saying, "She lost."

"Who?"

"Ponytail".

Lei Ming was stunned. He looked up at the field and saw Sun Fan cutting the bridge with two swords in one hand. He was clearly trying to trade injuries for injuries. His ruthlessness was something that even some boys admired.

The next second, Fu Min panicked and her black ponytail flew up...

With a loud "slap," the slap resounded, and everyone was stunned.

Lei Ming could no longer care about his surprise at Wan Ze's sudden appearance. In a flash, his arms, like rolling pythons, suppressed the two girls who were both intent on killing him.

"I told you to stop here, didn't you hear me?!"

Sun Fan stood to one side with his arms crossed, his expression indifferent upon hearing this.

"Sun Fan, you wait!" Fu Min covered her face, broke free from Lei Ming's hand, and fled with red eyes.

Lei Ming, feeling helpless, turned his head and said irritably, "Feeling better now?"

"What kind of relief is this? I'll beat her every time I see her from now on! I'll teach her a lesson for spreading rumors and being a liar!" Sun Fan sneered.

Lei Ming knew this was a private matter between them and didn't feel comfortable asking, so he changed the subject and waved, saying, "Let me introduce you to a newcomer, Wan Ze. Master Qin speaks highly of him."

Master Qin?

Sun Fan glanced at Wan Ze a few more times, his expression softening slightly, and extended his hand: "Sun Fan."

"Wanze".

As soon as the two shook hands, Lei Ming smiled and said, "He's your junior, a freshman this year."

"Are you sure it's for the first year of high school?" Sun Fan seemed surprised and let go of his hand.

Wan Ze: "..."

Lei Ming clearly understood how familiar this question was, and couldn't help but chuckle: "You wouldn't have guessed that, would you?"

"Completely unexpected," Sun Fan added, delivering another blow.

Wan Ze was speechless: "I know I have a heroic air about me, but do I really have to look this old?"

"Just kidding, he really is quite handsome," Sun Fan joked, completely different from his previous demeanor.

Lei Ming's smile froze instantly, looking somewhat bored. He glanced around and then adopted the imposing manner of a senior disciple: "By the way, let me tell you something. These past few days, Wan Ze has been acting as Lao Ma's teaching assistant. Don't slack off. Chen Rong from Class B has already registered for the formal disciple assessment. He's even six months later than you all. Don't you feel ashamed...?"

The expressions on everyone's faces subtly changed.

This change was most clearly perceived by Wan Ze, an outsider, especially by the short-haired girl in front of him... who clenched her fists.

"You'll practice with me later," the girl suddenly whispered.

Wan Ze was taken aback.

Look up.

Sun Fan was already filled with fighting spirit.

……

"Sorry, this isn't part of my job! Unless..."

"You pay more!!!!"