Being forced to grow like a pig? But I'm immune to the consequences!

Upon hearing this, Zhang Lin nodded solemnly.

"Of course, there are many things to be careful about in life." Zhao Dele seemed to have opened a floodgate of words, talking non-stop. "Let me teach you another trick: no matter how good someone was to you before, if they ever do something bad to you, don't hold onto past favors."

"Just like me, I'm comforting you today, but if I were to harm you someday, you'd have to fight back without hesitation. Otherwise, I'll only take advantage of you and bully you even more."

"Also, if you are falsely accused, never think that the innocent will clear themselves and foolishly not defend yourself. Spittle can drown a person, and if you describe something bad enough, even a lie can be taken as true."

"Let me give you the simplest example. If they dare to smear us tomorrow, and someone believes it, people will subconsciously side with them in future situations. Even if the truth comes out, do you think those people will apologize to us? No! To protect their pathetic judgment and face, they'll only perpetuate their mistake and even ostracize us further!"

"Ultimately, what's the most crucial thing? It's still having power." Zhao Dele's voice suddenly rose. "In Yangon, what gives the nobles the right to set the rules? It's because their fists are strong enough!"

"As long as you are strong enough, you will not be afraid of any demons or monsters."

He paused, his tone becoming more wistful: "However, whether we can cultivate power to its peak in this lifetime is anyone's guess. So, we still need to learn about human relationships and social skills, otherwise, we'll suffer a big setback sooner or later."

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the other side.

Wu Sheng paid no attention to these trivial and sordid matters, immersing himself entirely in the training of martial arts. His aura was sharp as a knife, and every move he made carried an indomitable and ruthless force.

Wu Sheng discovered that, unlike body tempering cultivation which is extremely dependent on resources, his progress in martial arts, a pure skill-based discipline, was astonishingly fast!

Those moves that ordinary people need years of practice to etch into their bones are being absorbed, digested, and mastered with unprecedented efficiency thanks to his amazing physical talent and the silent assistance and correction from his primordial core.

With every punch and kick, the primordial core would correct it to the most suitable way for his body to generate power, and then deeply imprint it into his instincts.

[Martial Arts (Beginner): 7/200]

He only managed to squeeze out a few hours from a whole day of arduous body tempering to focus on combat techniques. Who would have thought that this skill would not only break through the initial barriers but also improve rapidly at a visible pace.

Looking at the humanoid target he was using for practice, Wu Sheng swayed and threw punches as fast as lightning. There was no redundancy in his moves, and his muscles were perfectly coordinated. His movements were fluid and precise, striking the doll's vital points with unparalleled accuracy.

Bang bang bang!

A series of dull thuds rang out, and the sturdy doll was knocked and swayed from side to side.

Just then, a figure passed by the entrance to the training ground, his gaze drawn to the sharp figure inside. He paused to observe for a moment, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes, before stepping inside.

The newcomer walked straight up to Wu Sheng and said in a calm tone, "Not bad. Interested in... sparring?"

Wu Sheng raised his eyes and scrutinized the person before him, a hint of doubt flashing in them. His memory had always been exceptional; on his first day at the martial arts academy, he had memorized almost all the familiar faces on the training ground. But this person before him…

But he was a complete stranger.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on the delicate pattern on the chest of the other person's training uniform.

These are training uniforms that only descendants of martial artists and collateral relatives of nobles are qualified to wear.

"Who are you?" Wu Sheng remained naturally wary of the stranger. The inner city was treacherous, and he had to be cautious, especially regarding the potential sabotage Xu Wenbo might have laid. He was still only at the sixth level of Body Tempering, far from being able to rest easy.

The other party didn't mind Wu Sheng's undisguised wariness. Instead, he gave a friendly smile and introduced himself: "Cheng Mingyuan. I was just passing by and saw that you have a very solid foundation in fighting and good rhythm. I was itching to have a match with you."

"My name is Wu Sheng. What level of Body Tempering cultivation are you at?"

"Body Tempering Level 5"

Upon hearing this answer, Wu Sheng was secretly shocked. Sure enough, these disciples from extraordinary backgrounds were progressing in body tempering far faster than ordinary outer city warriors.

"You're too strong. I'm only at the fourth level of Body Tempering, so I don't dare to spar with you," Wu Sheng said decisively.

"Don't worry, it's just a friendly exchange of skills. I will never use my full strength," Cheng Mingyuan said sincerely.

"Alright, fists and feet have no eyes. Please do as you please, I need to continue practicing." Wu Sheng's attitude was firm, and he turned around directly, making it clear that he did not want to talk anymore.

"How about this, one potential potion?" Cheng Mingyuan's voice rang out at the right time.

Wu Sheng's gaze sharpened: "Really?"

"certainly."

"Inspect the goods first!"

"No problem." Cheng Mingyuan readily handed a potential potion to Wu Sheng.

Wu Sheng examined it carefully and confirmed it was genuine. The temptation of a potential-enhancing potion, coupled with the fact that his opponent was only at the fifth level of Body Tempering while his own actual cultivation level was higher, meant he was safe. Sparring could also accelerate his martial arts training; it seemed like a win-win situation.

"Alright! But it's agreed that this is just a friendly spar, and we'll stop here when we've reached our goal!" Wu Sheng finally nodded.

"certainly."

The two stepped onto the adjacent ring, stood facing each other, and assumed the standard starting stance of Bansu fighting.

Without any formalities, Cheng Mingyuan stepped forward and launched a swift and powerful front kick straight at Wu Sheng's center. Wu Sheng twisted his body to the side, and just as he dodged the kick, Cheng Mingyuan's backhand swing lashed out at his ribs like a whip! Wu Sheng reacted extremely quickly, blocking with his forearm, and with a muffled "crack," he blocked this tricky attack.

However, Cheng Mingyuan's attacks were relentless and unstoppable, with his fists, legs, elbows, and knees working together in exquisite and tricky ways, forcing Wu Sheng to retreat and block repeatedly, and for a moment he was caught off guard and confused.

In an instant, fists and feet flew, and the two became entangled in a fierce fight.

It must be said that Cheng Mingyuan's fighting skills far surpass Wu Sheng's. His moves are tricky and ruthless, and his offense and defense are perfectly integrated, leaving no room for error.

Fortunately, Wu Sheng, with his sixth-level Body Tempering cultivation, possessed far more acute senses than ordinary people, always managing to evade fatal attacks at the last second.

And in this process, they continue to learn thanks to their talent.

Cheng Mingyuan grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. He could clearly sense that this seemingly only fourth-level Body Tempering youth was improving at an absurdly rapid pace!

Wu Sheng's dodging movements initially had many flaws, but these flaws would only appear once or twice and would be completely corrected in subsequent exchanges. What was even more terrifying was that Wu Sheng could adapt to his attack rhythm in a very short time, and even find loopholes in his moves to counterattack.