After the darkness!

"Understood, Guardian." Lin Yijue nodded seriously.

"Good to know. By the way, as you know, there are quite a few people in the club with family backgrounds. They need us, but we also need them, so like last time..." Wei Hong reminded him as if she had thought of something.

"I know, I will control my temper from now on," Lin Yijue nodded.

"Restrain what? You should restrain yourself before you become an elite disciple, after all, your registration fee is only a few dollars, while other people's apprenticeship fees are much higher."

"But now that you're following me, if you still hold back, what's the point of being an elite disciple?" Wei Hong said with a displeased expression.

"As long as it's in a club, as long as it's a legitimate competition, as long as no one is killed, everything else is fine." He crossed his arms, then thought for a moment and reached out to hug Lin Yijue's neck.

"You have good talent, and with the addition of me, you'll definitely be working outside the Great Firewall in the future, so there are many things you need to understand. For example, when to be soft and when to be hard."

"Don't worry, Guardian." Lin Yijue nodded.

Wei Hong patted Lin Yijue with a little force.

He had done background checks, specifically asking an old friend who worked for an intelligence company to investigate the latter, and learned a lot about him.

Honest, insecure, rule-abiding, and impulsive, but most importantly, as clean as a blank sheet of paper.

To be honest, someone like that would be perfect to be an apprentice.

After all, being honest and following the rules means being obedient, while being self-conscious means that as long as you are serious, put in some effort, accelerate their growth, and let them taste the sweetness and feel the feeling of being looked up to, they will naturally be grateful.

It's better to have some impulsiveness. If someone is a quiet, inflexible person who follows the rules too much, what's the point of taking on apprentices? They're destined to die in the wild.

Overall, the other party was innocent and naive, and had not yet been corrupted by society, which suited his taste perfectly.

Next, they were supposed to go out together, but Wei Hong suddenly received a phone call.

As he continued typing, he took two steps into the office and waved for Lin Yijue to go out first.

Lin Yijue watched the other person's back.

The other party's answer just now still surprised him.

I originally thought Wei Hong would take this opportunity to reason with him and appeal to his emotions, to make him swallow his anger, but I didn't expect...

"Be soft when you need to be soft, and be firm when you need to be firm."

So, in a sense, this means that his current value has surpassed that of Xiao Ran and others, therefore he can be "hard"?

Regardless, this is a good thing.

Lin Yijue seemed to be deep in thought. He turned around, took a step, and walked out of the office to continue practicing his footwork and familiarize himself with the various talents he had just advanced to.

Training room for the foot-piercing class.

At this point, sparring has begun, with all students practicing one-on-one.

Just like the last boxing class, two elite disciples patrolled the area, while the coach, Liu Lei, sat in a chair at a distance.

In the practice room, the sounds of exerting force could be heard from time to time, mixed with the sound of kicks cutting through the air and groans of pain.

Lin Yijue glanced at them and felt that these people were too slow and weak.

They made no attempt to conceal their intention to make a move or exert force.

From a distance, it looks just like those staged sparring videos of online martial arts masters from my past life.

This feeling of surprise made him feel somewhat excited.

It's definitely different now; it feels like a complete transformation.

Lin Yijue was in a good mood for no reason, and felt relaxed all over.

After warming up briefly in my corner, I went to practice my footwork.

"When he first started practicing, he didn't use his full strength, but just a light touch."

I'm going to do an incremental set, making the sandbag in front of me keep "flying upwards" to improve my control over the force.

Snapped!

One hand was placed on the sandbag in front of Lin Yijue, firmly holding down the sandbag that had just been kicked and was about to "take off".

It made a muffled thud.

"What are you doing here?"

Suddenly, a deep, cold male voice drifted over.

Lin Yijue looked up and saw a man standing in front of the sandbag. He was a man just over two meters tall with a slightly balding head, wearing the training uniform of the Yun Sheng Club. His usually honest and simple face was now full of seriousness.

Lu Qiang?

"Lin Yijue, you're in the boxing class, not the kicking class. I'm asking you, what are you doing here?!"

His tone was stern, somewhat like a homeroom teacher catching students skipping class at an internet cafe during class time.

"It was Master Wei who told me to come here to practice," Lin Yijue said.

Yes, according to Wei Hong's plan, in two days she will take him to the grappling and wrestling class, then to the weapons class, and then to the internal martial arts class.

First punches, then kicks, then grappling; a combination of internal martial arts techniques and weaponry.

Let's practice the basic training methods of the entire Yunsheng Club first.

"Master Wei...Master Wei...I know you must have spent a lot of money, right? But do you really think that by giving some money and becoming an elite disciple, everything will be secure?" Lu Qiang took a step forward, getting closer to Lin Yijue.

"I don't understand what you're saying."

Lin Yijue looked Lu Qiang up and down. The other man seemed a bit off; his eyes were red, and he was trembling slightly, appearing very agitated.

"I am exceptionally talented, I have superhuman strength, and I can learn boxing in no time. You, on the other hand, are someone who practices boxing like crap. You haven't even mastered boxing techniques, and now you're training your legs. Do you really think you're a genius?" Lu Qiang said in a low voice.

It sounded like talking to oneself, or perhaps protesting against injustice.

As he spoke, he took a step forward, getting only half a meter away from Lin Yijue.

In combat, this is an extremely dangerous distance.

The contrast between a height of two meters and a height of one and eighty meters is even more striking.

"This shouldn't be any of your business, Senior Brother Lu, right? It was all arranged by Master Wei. If you really have any objections, you can go..." Lin Yijue sensed the other party's ill intentions and his tone turned cold, but he was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"Master Wei, it's Master Wei again! I will naturally go and explain things to Master Wei, but before that, do you think you can escape?" Lu Qiang's expression softened a bit, and he spoke in a low voice that only the two of them could hear.

"So what do you want?" Lin Yijue frowned, guessing that the other party was probably somewhat resentful of Wei Hong's treatment of him and a little jealous.

Thinking back to how he had taken sides when he and Xiao Ran were sparring, he felt a surge of anger.

"Didn't you want to be an elite disciple? You must think you're doing quite well." Lu Qiang sneered.

"Then let's see in front of everyone whether you're qualified or not!!"

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Qiang suddenly reached out and grabbed Lin Yijue's collar.

He held nothing back, using his tall stature to his advantage, making it as easy as an eagle catching a chick.

Lu Qiang's hand easily grabbed Lin Yijue's collar.

"Come back with me first, then we'll talk!"

As he spoke, he exerted force with his right biceps and all his muscles, trying to lift Lin Yijue up.

But the next moment.

click!

A rough hand grabbed his wrist.

"Senior Brother Lu," Lin Yijue grasped the other's hand, "Actually, there's something I've wanted to say to you since we first met."

He slowly applied force with his palm and then pulled downwards.

Despite being a size smaller than Lu Qiang, she seemed completely unaffected.

A tremendous force was at play; Lu Qiang's muscles bulged slightly, his feet planted firmly on the ground, and the veins on his arms stood out.

The hand gripping the other person's collar was no match for the strength, and in order to maintain balance, the person had to bend over.

Soon, their eyes met.

"You're asking for it!" Lu Qiang exclaimed through gritted teeth, both shocked and furious. "You son of a bitch..."

He raised his other hand.

But just then...

boom!

In an instant, a phantom image slammed into his chest.

The immense force that had been in his hands vanished instantly.

With immense inertia, boom!

He fell backward and crashed into the sandbag behind him.

The sandbag, which had been held steady, suddenly flew upwards, then fell back down, slamming heavily onto his back.

"That's what I meant... your punch wasn't heavy enough..." Lin Yijue withdrew his foot, flexed his fingers, and walked closer step by step.

"Not ruthless enough..."