Chinese Martial Arts: My Super Beast Clone

"Du Feiyan of the Du family is the only woman among the Five Heroes." Chen Wu's tone became more admiring as he said this. "The Du family's ancestral Baguazhang emphasizes footwork and turning. I heard that Du Feiyan's Bagua Youlong Step has been practiced to the point where she can leave no trace on the mud."

"The one from the Sun family is called Sun Changfeng, and he practices Tongbei Quan." Chen Wu gestured with his arms. "Tongbei Quan emphasizes long-range strikes, and is quick, sharp, and swift. Sun Changfeng is exceptionally gifted; his arms are naturally longer than average. When he swings his arms, it's like two iron whips being lashed out, with tremendous destructive power."

Lin Hai listened quietly. The martial arts of Xingyi are fierce and powerful, Heisha are ruthless and vicious, Bagua is agile and flexible, and Tongbei is long-range. These four schools of martial arts do have their own unique features.

"These four companies occupy four spots, so who is the fifth one?" Lin Hai asked.

"The fifth one..." Chen Wu said, "is Shen Yu from the Jingwu Association. He is twenty-three years old this year, with the Ming Jin Six-Sound skill, and he practices the Jingwu Association's Lost Track Fist. What makes him most famous in Yangcheng is not his martial arts skills, but his appearance. It is said that Shen Yu is exceptionally handsome, with a face like jade, and is known as the most handsome man in Yangcheng."

Lin Hai nodded thoughtfully. After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked a seemingly unrelated question. "Senior Brother, I have a question. Those Japanese people are clearly holding swords, curved, single-edged, no different from the swords we use. Why do they all call it 'Kendo'?"

Chen Wu was stumped by the question.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but then seemed to realize something was wrong. After a long while, he scratched the back of his head and said, "Well... it's probably just that the Japanese use different names. I've thought about it before, but then I realized that Japanese customs are probably different from ours, so it's not worth arguing with them about it."

Half an hour later, the rickshaw stopped in front of the Fuhu Martial Arts School.

The three got out of the car. Lu Zhengchuan walked slowly into the martial arts school with his hands behind his back, followed closely by Lin Hai and Chen Wu.

Upon arriving at the courtyard where Lu Zhengchuan lived, Lu Zhengchuan stopped and turned around.

He reached into his robes and pulled out a long, rectangular object wrapped in red cloth, which he casually tossed to Chen Wu.

"This is the gift money that Wang Meng from the Iron Arm Boxing Gym gave me today. It's considered as the travel expenses for asking me to act as the middleman."

"You two brothers, go and divide up the spoils."

After saying that, Lu Zhengchuan pushed open the door and went into the room by himself.

Chen Wu lifted the red cloth, revealing three small, golden yellow croakers.

Chen Wu chuckled: "Wang Meng is quite generous. Three small yellow croakers, that's no small sum."

Without hesitation, Chen Wu picked up two small yellow croakers and handed them to Lin Hai.

"Junior Brother Lin, take this."

Lin Hai was stunned for a moment.

"Senior Brother, this is a gift from Master Wang to Master. Master told us to divide it, so it should be half for each of us. There are three sticks here, so you take two and I'll take one," Lin Hai declined.

"Take it!" Chen Wu forcefully shoved two small yellow croakers into Lin Hai's hand. "As the senior brother, it's my duty to teach you boxing. But how can a senior brother take more benefits than his junior brother? You're at a crucial time for growth and strength development; you need money to buy meat and medicine to nourish your body. Take it, don't be so wishy-washy."

Looking at Chen Wu's honest and sincere face, Lin Hai felt a warmth in his heart. In this dog-eat-dog world, it was truly rare to have a senior brother who protected him and was not greedy for money.

Lin Hai did not refuse again and reached out to take the two small yellow croakers.

But he didn't put the two small yellow croakers in his pocket. Instead, he reached into his coat and rummaged around inside.

Then, to Chen Wu's surprise, Lin Hai took out four small yellow croakers.

He placed the four small yellow croakers together with the two he had just received, making a total of six golden yellow croakers, and neatly pushed them in front of Chen Wu.

"Junior brother, what's going on...?" Chen Wu didn't understand Lin Hai's meaning.

Lin Hai remained calm and said in a low voice, "Senior Brother, I've saved up some money. You can take all six of these small yellow croakers."

Chen Wu quickly withdrew his hand, his brow furrowed. "What do you want me to do?"

"Senior Brother, I'd like to purchase a batch of pills," Lin Hai said. "Tiger Strength Pills, Tiger Essence Pills, Tiger Marrow Pills—any pills that can replenish qi and blood that the martial arts school can get their hands on, as many as you can get. If these six small yellow croakers aren't enough, I'll get more later."

Chen Wu's eyes widened instantly. He glanced at the six small yellow croakers on the table, then at Lin Hai, as if he were looking at a madman.

"Junior Brother Lin, are you crazy?" Chen Wu lowered his voice. "Six little yellow croakers, what are you going to do with so many pills?"

Lin Hai didn't explain; of course, he couldn't tell Chen Wu that he needed a large amount of nourishing pills to feed his clone.

The Earth-Splitter Crocodile Dragon's appetite is like a bottomless pit. The most direct way to make its clones evolve quickly and give back to the main body even greater power is to feed them high-energy pills. The Tiger Power Pills and Tiger Essence Pills from the martial arts school are all made from top-quality medicinal herbs and the bones and blood of fierce tigers, containing an extremely large amount of energy, making them the most suitable "feed" for the Earth-Splitter Crocodile Dragon at this stage.

Chen Wu shook his head repeatedly, his expression unusually serious: "Nonsense! Every medicine has its side effects! We martial artists value hard work and tempering our bodies with sweat. Pills are just an auxiliary means. Junior Brother Lin, don't lose sight of the bigger picture and go astray."

He earnestly advised, "If you take so many pills at once, your body simply can't digest them. The medicinal power will accumulate in your meridians, doing more harm than good! You're gambling with your life and future! If you're planning to sell the martial arts school's pills to others, the school has clear rules: pills are for internal disciples' cultivation only, and reselling them is strictly prohibited!"

"Senior Brother, I assure you." Lin Hai raised his right hand, his eyes resolute. "First, I will never resell these pills; every single one will be used for my own cultivation. Second, I will know my limits and will never be greedy for quick results and harm my body."

"Junior Brother Lin, your body is your own." Chen Wu sighed, still somewhat hesitant. "Six gold bars worth of pills, are you going to eat medicine like food?"

"Senior Brother, I know what I'm doing," Lin Hai pleaded again. "If you don't help me, I'll go to a pharmacy outside, and I'm afraid I'll buy fake medicine and damage my foundation."

These words struck a nerve with Chen Wu. The medicine shops outside were a mixed bag; none could compare to the safety of the pills made in his own martial arts school.

Chen Wu gritted his teeth and swept the six small yellow croakers on the table into his pocket. "Fine. Since you've put it this way, I agree. But let's make it clear, no messing around, or I'll definitely report to my master and confiscate all the medicine."

"Thank you, Senior Brother." Lin Hai bowed respectfully.

"Wait here." Chen Wu turned and walked towards the warehouse.

About fifteen minutes later, Chen Wu returned carrying a heavy cloth bag.

Lin Hai clasped his hands in a fist and said sincerely, "Thank you for your trouble, Senior Brother."