Gao Wu: From a poor man in the outer city to a martial saint of the ten directions

"Now? Immediately?"

A hint of surprise finally flashed across Xiaoling's perpetually beautiful face.

Lin Qi, who was standing next to him, also widened his eyes.

"Old Wei, are you crazy? Didn't you just say you were going back to take care of Auntie? You don't need to work so hard!"

"My mom left me a note. I was planning to come out today to look for a part-time job anyway, and the timing is perfect." Wei Xiu's tone was calm, but the urgency in his eyes was impossible to hide.

Faced with the dual temptations of money and experience points, waiting even a second longer would be a desecration of the system!

It doesn't matter if you haven't learned any martial arts; you can make up for it with your Yuan energy!

Xiaoling gave Wei Xiu a deep look before turning her gaze away from the note.

"What is your current Yuan Power value?"

"393," Wei Xiu answered truthfully.

"Less than four hundred?"

Xiao Ling frowned slightly. When she saw Wei Xiu unleash a punch with a force of 700 kilograms, she thought the kid was hiding his strength.

"The martial arts school's sparring partners are divided into three levels," Xiaoling explained quickly, reverting to her businesslike tone.

"With less than 400 Yuan Power, one can only be rated as a Level 1 sparring partner, with an hourly wage of 300, and can only work in the apprentice class on the first floor."

"A level two sparring partner earns 600 per hour, which is enough to get into the pre-martial arts class on the second floor."

"As for Level 3, the hourly wage is one thousand, which is exclusively for sparring between formal martial artists on the third floor."

She turned her head and glanced at the bustling martial arts arena, her gaze settling on a corner of the equipment area.

"Big Bear, come here for a second."

Upon hearing the shouts, a burly man who was doing a one-armed push-up immediately flipped over and jumped up.

Although the boy was not very old, he was over 1.85 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a thick waist, and his large blue apprentice uniform was stretched taut.

He jogged over, his body reeking of a strong, sour smell of sweat.

"Sister Xiaoling, what can I do for you?" Big Bear asked, rubbing his neck.

"This is a newly recruited sparring partner," Xiaoling said, pointing to Wei Xiu.

"Go up and play a couple of rounds with him, let me see how well he can handle pressure in real combat."

Upon hearing this, Da Xiong glanced down at Wei Xiu.

When Da Xiong saw Wei Xiu's old student jacket and his not-so-exaggerated physique, he curled his lip in disdain.

"Sister Xiaoling, please don't underestimate me."

"With sparring partners of this physique, I can usually take on more than three by myself. If I lose control and hurt someone, Master Li will scold me again."

Wei Xiu stood there, smiled slightly, did not argue, and turned to walk towards the changing room next door.

"Oh ho, you've got quite the nerve."

Wei Xiu remained silent, but Lin Qi couldn't hold back any longer; he couldn't stand others looking down on his brother.

He immediately sneered and looked the bear up and down.

"Hey big guy, don't be so arrogant. Even if you were three times your size, you'd still be the kind of guy my brother gets beaten up every day..."

"Ahem, that's standard practice for daily sparring!"

"Just don't cry and call for your mother later."

Zhou Xiong's 300-pound pure muscle monster is far more terrifying than this "fake flesh" in front of us.

Upon hearing this, not only did Big Bear's eyes widen, but even Little Ling couldn't help but glance at Lin Qi.

Just as the atmosphere was starting to build, the locker room door opened.

Wei Xiu, having changed into his white sparring uniform, came out.

The collar of the martial arts uniform was slightly open, not deliberately tight.

But as he moved, his bronze skin beneath his clothes and the sculpted lines of his chest muscles became faintly visible.

Wei Xiu's muscles weren't as exaggerated and bulky as Da Xiong's, but they had a streamlined beauty, with explosive power seemingly lurking beneath every inch of his skin.

"Come up on stage."

Xiaoling led the two to a standard square shock-absorbing arena and solemnly announced the rules.

"First, whether you are a student or a sparring partner, you are absolutely forbidden from striking vital organs such as the throat or groin."

"Secondly, when sparring with their sparring partners, students are strictly prohibited from using any of the school's traditional martial arts techniques in order to prevent uncontrollable serious injuries. They may only use basic combat techniques."

Big Bear impatiently twisted his neck, his knuckles cracking, and nodded nonchalantly.

"I understand, Sister Xiaoling. I don't even need the martial arts techniques taught at the school to deal with him!"

Before he could finish speaking, the bear suddenly exerted force with both legs!

Sneak attack!

boom!

Its heavy body, like a rampaging wild boar, instantly closed the distance by three meters.

Without testing him, his right fist, whistling through the air, came crashing down on Wei Xiu's left cheek!

"Too slow."

Wei Xiu's eyes remained calm and composed, and he instantly made a judgment in his mind.

Compared to Zhou Xiong, who possessed both strength and terrifying speed, Da Xiong's charge was full of flaws.

He didn't even raise his hand to block; just as the fist was about to touch his nose, he gently slid his left foot to the side.

Swish-!

The heavy punch grazed past Wei Xiu's ear, and the bear, having exerted too much force, instantly leaned forward.

Wei Xiu followed up with a nimble right hook kick, accurately sweeping the back of the big bear's supporting leg!

Pfft!

The bear, weighing over 200 pounds, lost its balance instantly. Like a chopped-down log, it slammed one knee heavily onto the shock-absorbing pad!

one move!

It's described so casually, like playing with a child!

Holy crap!

"The bear knelt down?!"

This unexpected turn of events immediately attracted the attention of several teenagers in the equipment area.

Even Huo Quan, who was hitting the sandbag, stopped what he was doing and frowned as he looked over.

Being taken down in one move by a small sparring partner, Da Xiong's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, and extreme shame and indignation surged to his head!

"You're asking for it!!"

With a roar, the bear sprang up from the ground, its eyes bloodshot, and its fists rained down on Wei Xiu like a storm!

Bang bang bang!

This time, Wei Xiu did not completely dodge.

He alternated his arms, steadily deflecting each of the bear's seemingly fierce swinging punches.

Every collision of muscles made Big Bear feel as if he had smashed into a steel plate covered in leather!

The basic fighting techniques taught in schools may not be very effective in combat, but they are very good at defense!

"His strength is a bit weak; it's time to end this. This kind of battle won't get a high score."

After blocking five punches, Wei Xiu's eyes sharpened.

He lunged forward, bracing against Big Bear's left hook, wrapping his right arm around Big Bear's right upper arm, leaning his shoulder forward, and locking and twisting his hands in the process!

Gaba!

"ah--!"

Big Bear let out a shrill scream. His entire right arm was locked behind his back by Wei Xiu, and his body was pressed down into a shrimp-like shape. The excruciating pain from his joints made him break out in a cold sweat!

A standard joint lock technique!

Wei Xiu, holding the bear in a single arm, turned to look at Xiao Ling below the stage.

"Sister Xiaoling, is this okay?"

"If I use just a little more force, his arm will dislocate."

The entire room fell silent!

If the previous leg hook was a trick, then this set of smooth and fluid close-quarters grappling techniques is pure, overwhelming practical experience!

However, this sentence became the final straw that broke the bear's rationality.

In front of so many fellow disciples, to be so humiliated by a sparring partner who isn't even a quasi-martial artist?!

"Get out of my way!!!"

The bear let out a wild, beast-like roar!

In an instant, it felt as if all the blood and energy in his body were flowing back into his right arm!

His already thick arms now looked as if they had been inflated, with the muscles bulging outwards in an unbelievable way!

With a tearing sound, the blue sleeve was ripped open!

The violent force instantly broke free from Wei Xiu's restraining technique!

With bloodshot eyes, Big Bear twisted his waist suddenly, and his right fist, swollen to its limit, crackled with a faint sound of wind and thunder, hurtling straight toward Wei Xiu's face!

Whoosh—smack!

A piercing, shattering sound suddenly filled the air!

"Oh no! It's the Thunderclap Fist!"

"Has Big Bear gone mad? Using a low-grade Yellow-level martial art on a sparring partner?!"

The teenagers in the audience were shocked.

Xiaoling's expression changed drastically in an instant!

The Thunderclap Fist can instantly detonate muscle groups using Yuan energy, and the force of this punch definitely exceeds one thousand kilograms!

Putting aside the rule-breaking, if this boy named Wei Xiu were hit on the head, he would at least suffer a fractured skull and a dislocated cervical vertebrae!

Serves you right! Serves you right for showing off!

Seeing this, Huo Quan on the other side had a gleam of schadenfreude in his eyes.

"Get out of the way, Old Wei!!" Lin Qi was terrified and roared in a rage.

hide?

Looking at the enormous gauntlet that rapidly magnified in my pupils, I felt the terrifying gust of wind rushing towards me.

Wei Xiu did not retreat even a single step.

In those dark eyes, instead, a fiery, almost manic heat burst forth, incomprehensible to ordinary people!

"Haha, well done!"

Wei Xiu let out a wild laugh in his heart.

This is the excitement of getting a high score!

Amidst the horrified gazes of everyone present, Wei Xiu not only did not flinch, but instead took half a step forward, his neck muscles instantly taut like fully stretched steel cables, veins bulging!

He lowered his head and, using his hardest bone—his forehead—like a bronze hammer striking a bell, punched the thunder that tore through the air!

madman!

That was the only thought that flashed through everyone's mind!

boom--! ! !