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

Although the disaster is not over, life must go on.

During the morning rush hour in Linghai City, not only are public buses crowded, but road traffic is also severely hampered, with traffic jams everywhere.

Wei Xiu took a bus and slowly entered the inner city. He then transferred to another bus and stepped into the campus of Linghai No. 7 Middle School before the morning reading bell rang.

Instead of going to the classroom, Wei Xiu took out his phone, sent a message, and went straight to the private training room he had rented behind the academic affairs office.

Not long after, the other three members of the team, Lin Qi, Zhou Xiong, and Lin Yao, also arrived.

Seeing that everyone was present, Wei Xiu abandoned his usual easygoing demeanor and his expression became unusually solemn.

"Everyone, there are only a few days left until the school's elite class selection next Monday."

"I feel like I'm in exceptionally good shape these past few days, so I'd like to ask our coach for two days off. The four of us can stay here full-time for the next two days to intensify our training and practice together!"

Wei Xiu paused here, and seeing that the three men's expressions remained unchanged, he added:

"However, I have some personal matters to take care of at home this weekend, so I may have to leave for two days."

"In other words, after our training camp ends these two days, I won't be able to join you guys until the selection competition next Monday."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yao's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a hint of concern appeared in her eyes.

"Is something wrong at home? Do you need our help?"

"No need, it's just a private family matter, I can handle it myself."

Wei Xiu smiled and casually made up an excuse to brush it off.

They must never be involved in drug trials, which are a matter of life and death, a dance on the brink of death.

Lin Yao must not find out, in particular.

Lin Qi naturally had no objections, waving his hand dismissively: "No problem! Since Lao Wei is in good spirits, we'll play along to the end!"

"I also wanted to take advantage of these few days to practice my Thunderclap Fist more! You know what, my Yuan Power is already 399!"

The usually taciturn Zhou Xiong's eyes suddenly blazed with fierce fighting spirit after Wei Xiu said he was in excellent condition.

He clenched his fists, which were as big as earthenware pots, until they cracked, and rubbed them together.

"Alright! I'm going to have a serious sparring session with you these next couple of days."

"I didn't get enough of a fight in the ring last time, let me see just how much stronger you've gotten!"

The four of them hit it off immediately and went to the senior high school office to ask for leave.

In today's martial arts-loving era, as long as students meet the required Yuanli (energy level) standards and are dedicated to martial arts, schools usually give them the green light to request leave for pre-competition preparations.

And for the rest of the day, they were sweating profusely in the independent training room!

In order to improve their combat experience as quickly as possible, the four of them split into two groups for high-intensity sparring.

In the center of the arena, the battle between Wei Xiu and Zhou Xiong was like two humanoid beasts wrestling hand-to-hand!

Zhou Xiong's Western martial arts emphasize steady footwork and powerful punches, each punch accompanied by a whooshing sound as it cuts through the air.

Wei Xiu, however, did not back down at all, and he displayed the Tiger-Taming Fist he had just mastered to its fullest extent.

Although the transitions between moves are still a bit clumsy, the first level is still not finished.

But that continuous, ferocious momentum, like a tiger descending the mountain, forcefully withstood Zhou Xiong's pressure!

"Bang bang bang!"

The dull thuds of fists colliding were incessant!

This time, Wei Xiu no longer had to look for weaknesses in the joints, unlike last time in the training ground.

Instead, he truly relied on his powerful and direct fist techniques to fight Zhou Xiong, whose Yuan power was already infinitely close to that of a quasi-martial artist, to a standstill!

This extremely hardcore fighting style really caught the eye of martial arts fanatic Zhou Xiong!

His excitement grew stronger, and the pressure in his hands gradually increased.

In an instant, the entire training room was filled with his heavy breathing and exhilarating roars!

On the other side of the venue, the scene was completely different.

"Ouch! Sergeant Lin, be gentle! Don't kick my handsome face!"

Lin Qi unleashed his crude Thunder Fist, and the originally powerful moves were full of flaws in his hands!

Lin Yao, on the other hand, used her family's inherited mid-grade Yellow-level Flying Shadow Leg technique, her steps light and graceful, like a butterfly flitting among flowers, to easily evade Lin Qi's attacks.

Every now and then, he would flick his toe, leaving a few footprints on Lin Qi's buttocks and back, causing Lin Qi to let out a strange scream like a pig being slaughtered!

After the sparring session, the four brought in several specially made impact-resistance training dummies and began practicing tactical positioning.

Lin Yao, as the forward and commander, was responsible for probing, Zhou Xiong, as the backbone, held the line, Lin Qi harassed from the flanks, and Wei Xiu became the assault soldier, using the Tiger Subduing Fist to deliver the final thunderous kill.

The tacit understanding between the four people quickly intensified amidst their sweat!

……

Time flies, and before we knew it, it was time to leave school in the evening.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window onto the training room floor. Wei Xiu wiped the sweat from his forehead, grabbed a towel and his backpack, and nodded to Lin Qi.

"Let's go, Lao Lin, it's about time."

Seeing this, Lin Yao, who was sitting to the side drinking water, asked a question out of curiosity.

"What are you two doing running out every night after class?"

As Lin Qi put on his coat, he chuckled and said, "What else can I do? Go to the Dome Martial Arts Gym for a match!"

"Tonight's is an inter-gym elimination tournament, it'll be really exciting!"

"By the way, with your Yuan Power levels so high, why haven't you joined a martial arts school?"

Lin Yao shook her head and casually replied, "My martial arts are family traditions, and my elders have stipulated that I am not allowed to join other martial arts schools."

Zhou Xiong, while putting on his sweat-soaked vest, muttered in a low voice:

"I work as a sparring partner at an underground boxing gym in the outer city, and I don't have enough spare money to pay tuition at a martial arts gym in the inner city."

After hearing this, Wei Xiu smiled knowingly.

In this era, everyone has their own way of surviving and their own secrets.

"Okay, that's all for today. Everyone come early tomorrow and continue practicing our teamwork."

Wei Xiu waved to the two of them, and then left the school with Lin Qi. They hailed a taxi at the school gate and headed straight for the Qiongding Martial Arts Hall.

……

At 8:50 p.m., in front of the Dome Martial Arts School.

On the spacious square, five or six black luxury vans were lined up in a row, their engines emitting a deep roar.

All the martial arts school's top officials were present, including the school owner Zhao Jiuhai, special envoy Hongyu, instructor Li Bulong, and Xiaoling from the academic affairs office, who were all waiting by the car.

The students from the Dome who had successfully advanced in last night's group stage were already lined up in formation.

As soon as Lin Qi and Wei Xiu got out of the car, they waved and greeted everyone in a very familiar manner.

"Hey everyone, you're all here early! Greetings, Instructor! Greetings, Master!"

Huo Quan, who was standing at the front of the line, saw Wei Xiu and Lin Qi looking unhurried and immediately snorted coldly, making a sarcastic mocking remark.

"You've got quite the airs, keeping the curator and everyone else waiting for you two for so long. Do you really think you're the main characters?"