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

"See?" Lin Qi swallowed, his earlier flippancy subsiding somewhat.

"This is the student class I was talking about! Those who can get in here are either rich or noble, or they are exceptionally talented."

"Those aspiring martial artists and established martial artists on the second and third floors train even more relentlessly than these lunatics!"

Wei Xiu didn't speak, but silently clenched his fists.

There was no fear in his black eyes; instead, a burning flame ignited within them.

Just as the two were about to push through the crowd to the academic affairs office on the left.

"Oh, who do we have here, peeking in at the door so early in the morning?"

A mocking voice, undisguised, suddenly came from the sandbag area on the right, instantly drowning out the surrounding noise and causing everyone to stop what they were doing and turn their attention to it.

"Isn't this Wei Xiu, our famous top liberal arts student from No. 7 High School?"

"What, you didn't get enough of Zhou Xiong's beating, so you've come to the Dome Martial Arts School looking for death?"

Wei Xiu and Lin Qi stopped at the same time and looked in the direction of the sound.

A fit young man wearing an expensive sky-blue silk martial arts uniform is wiping the sweat from his hands with a towel.

He stopped kicking the sandbag, turned around, a contemptuous sneer on his lips, and strode out from the group of sparring partners.

The boy was about 1.8 meters tall, and his muscles were not as exaggerated as Zhou Xiong's, but they were extremely firm and well-proportioned.

Huo Quan.

Zhou Xiong is one of the four geniuses in Class 1, Grade 12 of Linghai No. 7 Middle School, who are renowned throughout the school.

Yuan Power Value: 450!

"And you, the third young master of the Lin family."

Huo Quan stopped three meters in front of the two men, looked Lin Qi up and down, and sneered.

"You two martial arts trash who haven't even reached the threshold of becoming quasi-martial artists, do you even deserve to be in a place like this?"

Huo Quan's words sounded particularly jarring in the now quiet training ground.

Despite the malicious mockery, Wei Xiu showed no anger whatsoever.

His dark eyes were simply fixed on Huo Quan.

Or more accurately, they were scrutinizing Huo Quan's exposed muscle lines and the subtle fluctuations of blood and energy emanating from his body with each breath.

"His Yuan Power is 450, and his Qi and Blood circulate fairly smoothly, but his foundation is a bit unstable. Judging from his power generation habits when kicking the sandbag just now, his lower body is a weakness."

Wei Xiu quickly analyzed Huo Quan's physical data in his mind.

Huo Quan was a notorious playboy at No. 7 Middle School. Relying on his family's wealth and power, he was always arrogant and domineering.

But in my eyes, none of these things matter.

I feel like a player desperately wanting to level up, who has spotted an elite monster radiating golden light.

"If we were to really fight him head-on, given his aggressive but unresilient style, I'd probably get a C rating, right?"

"If we can force him to reveal a major weakness, we might be able to break through to B rank..."

Instead of fear, a hint of fanaticism flickered in Wei Xiu's eyes.

Just as Wei Xiu was figuring out how to maximize the value of this experience pack, Lin Qi, who was standing next to him, sneered.

"Heh, I wonder who's barking here."

Lin Qi had one hand in the pocket of his designer leather jacket, his chin slightly raised, glancing sideways at Huo Quan.

"Young Master Huo, watch your mouth. It's one thing to show off your meager Yuan Power at school, but in a place like the Dome Martial Arts Academy, do you really think you're something special?"

Huo Quan's face darkened, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

"Lin Qi, martial arts schools value fists and strength. If you're not convinced, how about we exchange a few blows now?"

"Strength?" Lin Qi thought as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Coincidentally, this young master also believes in letting strength speak for itself."

He took a half step forward, his voice not loud, but every word was piercing.

"I heard that your Huo family has been raising funds recently, preparing to enter the night market area of ​​Dongshi, and wanting to take over that piece of land, right?"

"Oh dear, what if I went back today and gave my dad a heads-up, asking him to casually allocate a few tens of millions to buy some shops in the East Market for fun..."

Lin Qi grinned wickedly.

"Take a guess, let's see if your Huo family's fists are stronger, or my Lin family's checkbook is thicker?"

"you!"

Huo Quan instantly turned red like a duck with its neck being squeezed, his teeth grinding together, but he dared not utter another single dirty word.

There's no way to compare!

The Lin Group's sheer size makes crushing the Huo family's industrial footprint in Dongshi as easy as crushing an ant!

"Why has everything stopped? Are the martial arts school's equipment just for decoration?"

Just as the atmosphere was about to become tense, a clear, cold female voice suddenly came from the left-hand passage.

Wei Xiu turned his head to look.

The woman in white with a ponytail who had gotten out of the car behind the dignified middle-aged man was walking briskly towards them.

Her steps were light yet silent, and beneath her loose, pure white martial arts uniform, a chilling aura emanated from her.

Good morning, Sister Ling!

"Hello, Sister Xiaoling!"

The group of teenagers who had been watching the spectacle suddenly became like mice seeing a cat, bowing their heads in greeting before scattering like birds and beasts, desperately rolling back to their equipment to continue sweating profusely.

Huo Quan was clearly internally hurt by Lin Qi's words. In order to vent his anger and to provoke others, he turned around and waved to his four sparring partners.

"You lot, all of you, come at me together!"

The four sparring partners exchanged a glance and immediately formed a semi-encirclement around him.

boom!boom!

Snapped!

Huo Quan roared and pounced into the crowd like a tiger unleashed from its cage.

He unleashed an extremely powerful series of punches, his fists striking like cannons and his legs sweeping like whips.

With wide, sweeping movements, he managed to force his four sparring partners into a retreat, the sound of their boxing gloves clashing like a barrage of firecrackers.

Wei Xiu stood still, his gaze sharp and fixed on Huo Quan's every move.

"His moves are indeed fierce, and his explosive power is impressive," Wei Xiu thought to himself.

"But the force is too scattered, definitely not as good as Zhou Xiong's pure crushing blow."

Looking at the four sparring partners, their Yuan energy value was probably less than four hundred. Their movements were restricted, and they were unable to force Huo Quan to use his full strength.

"What's the point of fighting them..." Wei Xiu licked his slightly dry lips, his fighting spirit growing stronger in his eyes.

"If it were me, I could definitely give him a real taste of what close-quarters combat is like..."

At this moment, the woman known as Sister Xiaoling had already approached.

She glanced coldly at Huo Quan, who was venting his anger, and then turned her gaze to Lin Qi and Wei Xiu, her delicate brows furrowing slightly.

"The academic affairs office only received one spot today, so why are there two people here?"

Lin Qi immediately abandoned his previous arrogant demeanor and obediently handed over the letter of introduction with both hands.

"Hello, Sister Xiaoling, I'm Lin Qi. This is a letter I obtained after the Lin Group communicated with the senior management of our martial arts school." As Lin Qi spoke, he pulled Wei Xiu to his side.

"This is my brother, Wei Xiu. He's the top student in the humanities at our school and has exceptional practical talent! I'd like to bring him along to the school. Could you possibly make an exception?"