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

406!

I took the capsules that Sister Run gave me yesterday, and my blood pressure rose to 393.

I played a match with Zhou Xiong today and scored 2 points.

I had five consecutive sparring sessions in the afternoon, which added up to 11 points in total.

In one day, my Yuan Power increased by 13 points!

This speed was unimaginable before!

At this rate, if I maintain this intensity every day, I can reach 500 Yuan Power in ten days at most!

Become a quasi-martial artist!

By then, not only will half of the requirements for the college entrance examination be met, but more importantly...

Wei Xiu opened his eyes, his gaze falling on the pitch-black night outside the window.

Only those who are considered quasi-martial artists truly have a voice in this world.

I no longer have to be like my mother, completely controlled by someone with just a house.

Unlike Lin Yao, who could be silenced with 300,000 yuan and didn't even dare to cry out loud.

She no longer had to be like herself, having to rely on the pretense of "doing odd jobs" to carefully transfer money even when buying some good medicine for her mother.

Wei Xiu took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

He closed his eyes again, placed his hands on his knees, and began to adjust his breathing according to the most basic breathing techniques taught at school.

Although you can directly exchange experience for Yuan Power on the panel, you can't neglect the basic breathing exercises.

Even the smallest mosquito leg is still meat.

Wei Xiu's breathing gradually calmed down, and his consciousness sank into a half-dreaming, half-awake state.

The night wind howled past the rooftop outside the window, and in the distance, a few faint lights could occasionally be seen flickering in the direction of the Western Hills.

But in this small room, everything became quiet.

Only the boy sat cross-legged on the bed, his breathing long and powerful.

Like a seed, it silently accumulates the strength to break through the soil in the darkness.

……

The next morning, before dawn.

Wei Xiu pushed open the door. His mother was already up, sitting on the old sofa with a blanket over her legs and a cup of hot tea in her hands.

"Mom, why are you up so early?" Wei Xiu asked while putting on his shoes.

"I can't sleep." Yan Yu smiled, her gaze falling on her son, looking him up and down.

"That martial arts gym you mentioned yesterday...aren't you tired? You look alright, but are you injured?"

"No." Wei Xiu tied his shoelaces, stood up, stretched his arms a couple of times, and made a relaxed expression.

"It's just moving equipment and handing out towels, what kind of injury could there be? Mom, don't worry about it."

Yan Yu was still a little worried, but seeing that her son was in good spirits, she didn't say anything more.

"Be careful on the road. Have you had breakfast?"

"I'm going to eat with Lynch in the inner city. Mom, I'm leaving now."

"Yes," Yan Yu responded, adding a sentence just as Wei Xiu turned around.

"Xiao Xiu, don't push yourself too hard. Mom's health can still handle it, you don't need to..."

"Mom." Wei Xiu stopped at the door without turning around.

"I see."

I pushed open the door and went out; the sound of my footsteps gradually faded into the distance in the hallway.

Yan Yu sat on the sofa, listening to the familiar footsteps disappear downstairs. She glanced down at the bank notification message on her phone screen, her lips slightly pursed.

She placed the teacup on the table, slowly stood up by supporting herself on the armrest of the sofa, and walked to the window to look down.

My son was walking briskly across the concrete courtyard of the community, his back straight and his steps powerful.

She looks almost exactly like that person when he was young.

……

Inner city, at the crossroads, Old Joe's Fast Food Restaurant.

Lin Qi arrived even earlier than Wei Xiu and had already sat down in his usual spot by the window, with a bowl of wontons and two meat buns in front of him, idly scrolling through his phone.

"Old Wei, over here!" Lin Qi called out as he saw Wei Xiu push the door open and come in.

Wei Xiu walked over and sat down, ordering the same beef noodles as yesterday. While waiting for the noodles, he asked:

"Mr. Lin, I have a question for you. Do you know if the school is open as usual on Mondays?"

Lin Qi took a bite of the steamed bun, raised an eyebrow, and thought for a moment.

"Normal school reopening? I think it's unlikely. But it depends on the situation; maybe they'll announce it tomorrow."

"How so?"

Lin Qi put down the steamed bun, lowered his voice, and his expression became more serious than before.

"When I got home yesterday, my dad mentioned it to me. This disaster in Xishan is quite unusual."

Wei Xiu frowned slightly, waiting for him to continue.

"You know there are three lines of defense around the Xishan restricted area, right? Yesterday afternoon, the second line was breached." Lin Qi held up two fingers.

"Holy crap?" Wei Xiu's expression changed slightly.

"And now?"

"We've stabilized," Lin Qi waved his hand.

"The outermost defensive line is guarded by a Martial Master-level garrison commander, preventing human-level alien beasts from breaking through."

"But my dad said that this time the frequency of the Yuan energy fluctuations is different from before, and there might be another big one coming!"

He paused, stuffed a mouthful of wonton into his mouth, and added indistinctly:

"But don't worry, what level is a Martial Master? They have over ten thousand units of Yuan Power, can project their Yuan Power outwards, and can single-handedly guard an entire area. Those beasts can't get in!"

martial artist.

The description from the textbook flashed through Wei Xiu's mind.

With a Yuanli value of 10,000 to 100,000, and the dantian connected to the meridians, one can condense Yuanli outside the body for ranged attacks!

Their lifespan exceeds 150 years, and they are not prone to aging.

A person of this caliber would be at least a battalion commander in the military, or a professor in a university.

The ability to guard a region and command a district is not just empty talk!

Even so, the second line of defense was breached.

What does this tell us?

This indicates that the number or quality of the strange beasts that have emerged this time have exceeded the scope of the usual blue alert.

Wei Xiu's heart sank slightly.

Xiahe District is located at the foot of Xishan Mountain and is one of the districts in the outer city that is closest to the restricted area.

If the situation really gets out of control, that place will be the first to suffer.

My mother is still home alone.

"So I estimate that even if the school doesn't open on Monday, it will have to open on Tuesday or Wednesday at the latest." Lin Qi finished slurping the last mouthful of wonton soup and wiped his mouth.

"After all, there are tens of thousands of students in Linghai City. We can't keep classes suspended indefinitely, can we? The city hall definitely needs to give us an explanation."

Wei Xiu nodded and didn't say anything more.

He lowered his head to eat his noodles, but his mind was racing.

It's actually better if schools don't reopen.

This way, I can spend all day at the martial arts gym, earning money and gaining experience at the same time.

Yuanli value is 406, which is 94 points away from 500.

Based on yesterday's efficiency, if we can take orders all day long and do eight or nine games a day, earning an average of two or three points per game, that's more than twenty points a day.

In four days, or at most five days, I can reach the level of a quasi-martial artist!

By then, we will have much more confidence in dealing with disasters and protecting our mothers.

"Alright, are you finished eating? Let's go to the martial arts gym." Wei Xiu put down his chopsticks and stood up.

"Why are you so eager?" Lin Qi muttered, and stood up as well.

"I'm here to learn martial arts, not to work..."