After the darkness!

Lin Yijue held his right fist out horizontally, his right leg slightly bent, still maintaining the posture from the moment he threw the punch.

"weak."

He exhaled softly and slowly withdrew his fist.

Compared to the beginning, her breathing was only slightly more rapid.

He looked at Lu Qiang, who lay on the ground like a lump of mud, with indifferent eyes.

With arms hanging down, he approached step by step.

Lu Qiang propped himself up, numbly opened his mouth, trying to breathe deeply, but each breath pulled at his rib muscles.

A sharp, needle-like pain started in his lungs and, accompanied by a strong smell of blood, assaulted his brain.

Through his sweat-drenched vision, Lin Yijue continued to approach him.

"Is there anything else?" he asked softly.

"..." Lu Qiang's lips trembled, and in a fit of anger, he tried to get up.

Failed to get up...

Once the effects of adrenaline wear off, the pain from the injuries sustained in battle erupts instantly.

He hadn't felt it during the fight, but now the pain was making him tremble all over...

Why should I?!

How long has he been training in boxing? How come he's fighting better than him?!

and also……

Such power...

He was a short man, barely over 1.8 meters tall, but even stronger than him...

Recalling the power of the opponent's heavy punch, a chilling rage, accompanied by pain, almost overwhelmed him like a tsunami.

He didn't want to say a word at that moment.

He just wanted it all to be a dream, and then he quickly woke up from the dream.

Yes, it was all a dream. Not many people paid attention to them. In a few days, he would still be Lu Qiang, the elite disciple of Yun Sheng Club, known for his "Stone-Shattering Fist"!

"Since there's nothing more to say, let's end it all."

However, just as Lu Qiang was trying to mentally prepare himself, a cold remark made him feel like the sky was falling.

What?

Is it all over?

He opened his eyes in disbelief, his body instinctively trying to prop himself up.

However, the figure in his field of vision, which had been walking slowly as if taking a stroll, began to rush towards him like a cheetah.

It arrived in front of me in an instant.

Then he lifted his foot.

How is that possible?!

The initial anger and humiliation vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling fear.

How dare he!

What is he trying to do?!

Even if he came to cause trouble beforehand, he was the one who got beaten up!

In front of so many people, he had already lost his fighting ability, yet he still wanted to kill him?

Lu Qiang didn't have time to think. Under the threat of death, his heart was pounding and all his muscles were trembling. He braced himself with his hands on the ground and tried to roll to the side.

At the same time, both feet are raised and pushed upwards, preparing for a counterattack.

It's just too slow.

Having been severely beaten and crippled, his reaction time and speed were greatly reduced.

He had barely made a move when the dark figure darted in front of him.

He raised his foot and kicked hard.

The shadow of the feet grew larger and larger in my field of vision.

A sharp gust of wind blew his hair into disarray.

Bang!

A muffled thud.

The onlookers from the distant foot-carrying troupe, who had been watching the spectacle with interest, were now terrified and trembled all over.

Several people even subconsciously shouted "Holy crap!"

But it was soon discovered that the kick that was originally aimed at Lu Qiang's head had moved up two points at the last moment and landed directly on the sandbag behind him.

In an instant, dust mixed with the distinctive smell of sandbag filling filled the air.

Lu Qiang curled up on the ground and convulsed violently, as if the fatal kick had finally landed on him.

He was clearly frightened; the fear in his pupils had not completely dissipated, leaving only an emptiness stripped of all emotion.

In his field of vision was the right foot that had just smashed a heavy sandbag, hovering beside his head, now firmly planted in the spot where the sandbag had been.

Splash!

The sound of tearing fabric came from above. The torn sandbag, like a headless beast, drooped heavily at the bottom and swayed on its own.

The internal filling flowed out of the opening like fine sand, sprinkling onto his neck and the back of his head, bringing a cool and slippery sensation.

"Senior brother, I think I'm qualified now, right?" Lin Yijue grinned and slowly withdrew his foot, his posture calm and composed, as if he had simply kicked away a troublesome stone.

After speaking, he glanced at the group of people behind him, nodded, and turned to walk past Lu Qiang.

The sound of footsteps faded into the distance.

"..." Lu Qiang's lips moved a few times, as if he wanted to say something.

But it felt like his throat was blocked by quicksand, and he couldn't squeeze out any syllables.

After extreme fear comes utter collapse and exhaustion.

A surge of intense shame welled up within him once more, but this time, he couldn't even muster the slightest thought of resistance.

"Damn... he seemed like he was really going to kill me just now..."

He could feel that if no one had been there, that kick would have landed squarely on his head.

and also……

That force… a specially made sandbag… are you kidding me… that kid… he…

He actually kicked the sandbag so hard it burst.

"I was the one who introduced him to the basics, I taught him Yun Sheng Boxing... why...?"

Is it just because of talent?

Lu Qiang swallowed the metallic taste in his throat, and suddenly a realization dawned on him.

He seemed to understand why, even though Lin Yijue had clearly offended a second-generation rich kid, Wei Hong not only didn't put pressure on him, but instead personally taught him and even gave him a contract as an elite disciple.

"But why is there such a huge difference in talent?"

"It's only been less than a month, less than a month..."

"And to get to where I am today, it took me a full five years... five years..."

Lu Qiang felt a strange sadness in his heart, and lay down on the ground, staring at the ceiling of the training field.

I could faintly hear the urgent cries of the students in the foot-stamping class.

If he adjusts his mindset and continues to train hard in the days to come, willing to risk everything, could he one day win back everything he lost today?

In that instant, Lu Qiang thought of many things.

Close your eyes.

He was lifted up by several arms, and warm tears flowed from his tiger-like eyes.

He didn't know the answer, he saw no hope...

*

Outside the club's heavy glass doors.

His shiny bald head was particularly eye-catching in the sunlight, and a tall figure walked quickly, accompanied by a gust of wind.

This person was Wei Hong, who had gone out earlier.

He kept moving, striding with the speed and agility of a dragon, his hand tightly gripping the half-empty teacup.

That face, which rarely showed any expression, was now so gloomy it seemed to drip water, with thick eyebrows furrowed and deep frown lines between them that looked as if they were carved into the skin.

He felt a surge of resentment and frustration in his chest.

He had just escaped from an extremely unpleasant "tea party".

He was initially delighted when a friend invited him for tea, but upon arrival he discovered there were other people present.

The other person seated there was none other than Xiao Ran's father's secretary.

The other party went around in circles, explaining in circles, but their purpose was so absurd that it made him want to laugh.

Just because Xiao Ran lost to his opponent in the practical training session, he, the coach, was asked to "cooperate" and secretly suppress the opponent's training progress!

When the time is "right," arrange for the two to have a fair and just competition, so that the eldest daughter of the Xiao family can "grow rapidly" under the encouragement of the "sharpening stone" and get her revenge!

What the hell do they take him for?

People inside high walls are indeed more sinister and shameless than those living outside.

Wei Hong immediately retorted, "I can't do it!" and then got up and left.

As soon as I stepped out of the tea room, my cell phone started ringing loudly in my pocket.

A panicked voice came from the other end of the phone, and the report was utterly absurd.

Lu Qiang actually picked a fight with Lin Yijue, and the two are currently fighting in the club, and it's a real fight!

"damn it!!"

Wei Hong cursed fiercely, as if all the blood in her body had rushed to her head.

Something bad is likely to happen.

Lin Yijue is talented and has taken medication, so his physical condition is good, but how much practical experience does he have?

Unfortunately, Lu Qiang was born with superhuman strength and had trained with him for so long, so he had developed a knack for hard-hitting and brute force, and he didn't know how to hold back when he hit.

Wei Hong dared not think any further.

Two hot-blooded young men, once they really got into a fight, how could they possibly stop?

In case something happens.

He quickened his pace again.

The club's familiar facade is right in front of you.

Wei Hong rushed to the glass door in one stride, and without even looking, reached out and pulled hard—

Whoosh!

As the glass door was pulled open, a distinctive club odor, a mixture of sweat and disinfectant, wafted out, along with a hint of... an extremely discordant, strong, and pungent smell of blood?!

Wei Hong froze at the doorway.

Focus your gaze.

Inside the door, several club staff members, looking anxious, were working together to carry a stretcher, with his friend Liu Lei accompanying them.

He also had a solemn expression, with his brows furrowed.

A bad feeling welled up inside me.

Wei Hong quickly went to meet them, her eyes instinctively glancing at the stretcher.

"Lei Zi, how badly is that kid injured...?"

He stopped abruptly before he could finish speaking.

On the stretcher, a burly figure was curled up, emitting low, painful groans.

The other person was in a sorry state, huddled on a stretcher, with several splatters of blood on their blue training uniform.

His usually stern and honest face was somewhat swollen.

His eyes were closed, his lips were trembling, there was blood on the corners of his mouth and nose, his forehead was scraped, and a few strands of hair stuck to his face with sweat and blood.

The appearance was quite tragic.

It's Lu Qiang...

Wait, what the hell is this about Lu Qiang?

What's going on?

Wei Hong was momentarily confused and stood there stunned.

"Master Wei... I... I'm in so much pain..." Lu Qiang seemed to sense something, opened his eyes, and murmured.

Wei Hong gently comforted him, then looked at Liu Lei standing to the side.

His eyes were full of questions.

Liu Lei looked at Wei Hong with a complicated expression, opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak.

He suddenly remembered the scene of their conversation that day.

"Have you noticed? Whether it's boxing or kicking, his sense of rhythm is excellent, and his reactions are very fast, especially his footwork... Lu Qiang probably can't beat him," Wei Hong said mysteriously.

He inwardly scoffed.

But the result...

*

*

Lin Yijue walked out of the classroom of the "Chuojiao" class.

This place is not suitable for him to stay here for the time being, and he still has more than an hour of fatigue left for today. After thinking about it, he decided to find another place to train.

That is, going back to the boxing class classroom.

Anyway, Lu Qiang won't be able to go back anytime soon.

As he walked, he kept replaying the battle in his mind.

Lu Qiang is indeed quite strong. He has mastered the Eighteen Styles of Kung Fu, possesses strong muscles and bones, and has excellent fighting skills. With his natural physique and skeletal structure, his combat power should not be weak even among martial artists.

Lin Yijue estimated its strength.

Compared to Li Yan, who is of similar strength, the latter is only about 1.5 meters tall and would definitely not be able to beat her.

After all, no matter how agile you are, once you are caught by the opponent, it means the battle is over.

That's the difference in talent.

Just like today, if Lin Yijue hadn't broken through his talent and gained several new talents in succession, such as [Talented Fist Heart], [Innate Divine Strength], and [Fatal Rhythm], it would have been different.

They completely overwhelmed their opponent in terms of attributes and skills.

In addition, there was a sneak attack.

He couldn't have won so easily.

"The principle of 'strike first' is indeed true. If I have to blame someone, it's my lack of practical experience..."

Lin Yijue sighed inwardly.

Then he couldn't help but feel a little envious, thinking that he wished he could have a burly figure like the other person, over two meters tall.

Force represents size, and size represents strength.

Heavyweights naturally have an absolute advantage over lightweights.

Unfortunately, the body's genes are what they are, and cannot be changed.

Without giving it any further thought, Lin Yijue walked along while examining the talent tree.

You know what, real-world experience really does train you.

Yun Sheng Boxing Technique: (Mastery) 4%

[Yun Sheng Foot Technique: (Minor Success) 10.1%]

Not only did Da Cheng's Yun Sheng boxing skills improve, but his Chuojiao technique also increased by nearly 10%.

Moreover, the attribute changes brought about by talent advancement are even more terrifying.

attribute.

Strength: (7.96→9.5)

Agility: (6.2→7.4)

Physical condition: (5.7→6.5)

Willpower: (6.92→7)

Upon closer inspection, the information gap combined with the attribute suppression... makes Lu Qiang's loss seem understandable.

As for what happens next...

Lin Yijue wasn't too worried.

Lu Qiang started the trouble, so he was acting in self-defense. And judging from Wei Hong's attitude, at most he'll have to clean up a few more times afterward.

He doesn't mind cleaning.

After all, he was carrying a mop and a rag, while Lu Qiang was carrying crutches and bandages.

It goes without saying who is worse off.

Just as he stepped out of the entrance to the training class, there stood a person. It was Lin Chen.

His gaze was somewhat vacant.

While still savoring the moment, Lin Yijue kicked Lu Qiang to the ground and continued to press his advantage.

In the final stand-up fight, he knocked out the latter with six punches—he counted them very clearly.

"Senior Brother Lu, I told you long ago, your punches aren't fast enough, and they're not ruthless enough!"

The ultimate head-on collision, the indifferent words, and the final kick that shattered the sandbag created a stark contrast in his mind.

Compared to the last time Xiao Ran was there, he's like a completely different person!

Lin Chen couldn't help but swallow.

"Is there something you need?" Lin Yijue asked, looking at Lin Chen, who was staring at him intently.

"No...no, right, Jue, no, Brother Jue, did you just...did you really want to kick Lu Shi...Lu Qiang to death?" Lin Chen said somewhat incoherently, his eyes full of excitement.

"How could that be? This is inside high walls; killing someone here is illegal." Lin Yijue shook his head.

"So, outside the high walls, are you going to kill him?" Lin Chen felt like a detective, immediately seizing the blind spot, and excitedly asked back.

His expression was one of utter fervor.

Lin Yijue felt a little intimidated by the other person's gaze.

"What's wrong? Tell me."

Lin Chen immediately lowered his voice.

"Brother Jue, can I follow you?"

"I'm useful, very useful!"