Gao Wuming: From Dockworker to Physical Achievement

Chapter 101 Fist Power 10

After leaving Yuan'an, Liu Hong's back looked much older.

The situation was already bad, and now he's been removed from his position of leadership.

They also learned that Yuan'an would not be going into seclusion again anytime soon, so they had no chance to relay the information to the other master masters.

In this way, even if Chen Yi managed to evade for ten days, it would be useless.

Besides, Chen Yi didn't even try to dodge.

"Could it be that this is the will of Heaven, destined to extinguish the hopes of my Great Xuan?"

Liu Hong looked up at the sky and sighed deeply.

Hong Zheng remained silent as well, his thoughts being similar to Liu Hong's.

Only Master Wuxin put his hands together and said, "Just trust Benefactor Chen. When a Buddhist is born, he will always encounter obstacles, but these obstacles will only become resources for his enlightenment."

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The concession, the Governor's Mansion.

After hearing the news, Yuan An went to Wang Ping's place.

"Grand Master, what brings you here? Quickly, make some tea," Wang Ping called out to his subordinates upon seeing Yuan An.

Yuan An laughed and said, "No need. This humble monk only came to confirm one piece of information: Chen Yi killed members of the Fighting Association, which has provoked strong fighters to take action against him?"

Wang Ping said, "The Grand Master also knows. That's right. The Fighting Association spoke with me before, hoping that I could find Chen Yi's hiding place, and then a strong person would go to kill him."

Yuan An said, "If there is any definite news, Governor Wang will send someone to inform this humble monk."

Wang Ping asked in confusion, "What does Grand Master Yuan'an need his information for?"

Then, as if remembering something, he said, "Could it be that Grand Master Yuan'an intends to stop the martial arts experts from making a move? After all, your martial arts world has an agreement with the martial arts association."

Yuan An smiled and pointed to his finger: "Governor Wang is overthinking it. This is Chen Yi's own fault. I will not intervene. I only asked for the information to prevent him from escaping."

"After all, he is a demonic child. I'm afraid the strong members of the Fighting Association might let him escape. However, with this humble monk watching over him, there is absolutely no way he will get away."

Wang Ping understood now.

It turned out that they had heard the news that the Fighting Association had taken action and wanted to make a move against Chen Yi as well.

"Didn't the Grand Master say earlier that we should consider the influence of Master Huo?" Wang Ping asked.

Yuan An said, "This matter was handled by the Fighting Association. This humble monk was merely assisting. How could Master Huo possibly know about it?"

Wang Ping understood.

It turns out they were using the guise of the fighting association to do their dirty work, so they could extricate themselves from the situation.

"No problem, I will inform the Grand Master as soon as I have any news," Wang Ping said.

"Then I'll have to trouble Governor Wang."

Yuan An left satisfied.

Wang Ping looked towards the dock, thinking to himself, "Chen Yi, are you sure you won't die this time?"

Originally, there was only the Fighting Association, but now Grand Master Yuan'an has been added. Even if Chen Yi had wings, he would still be captured and beaten to death.

Wharf Street.

Regardless of the undercurrents in the outside world.

Chen Yi only did one thing: practice his martial arts.

He had given instructions beforehand, so no one bothered him anymore; they simply left the food outside.

Chen Yi then entered a long period of training.

This kind of training is very tedious and difficult for ordinary people to persist in.

But Chen Yi could see the ever-increasing proficiency level, as well as the attribute rewards after each time he reached perfection in his training.

The increased strength in his body was all real and substantial.

Therefore, this kind of tedium is nothing to worry about.

The days passed quickly amidst the monotonous repetition.

Chen Yi didn't keep track of the time, but when the words "Fist Power +1" appeared before his eyes again.

The punching power attribute has been changed from 9 to 10.

He then knew.

He has been in the training room for four days.

"Skills will appear when the resistance attribute reaches 10, and skills should also appear when the punching power attribute reaches 10," Chen Yi thought to himself.

At the same time, related text also appeared.

[Heavy Punch: You can temporarily increase your punching power by 30%, but this will consume stamina.]

"As expected, a skill has appeared, but the cost is stamina. That's practically the same as not having one," Chen Yi thought to himself.

Even he himself didn't know how much stamina he had.

Moreover, martial arts don't focus on endurance; they only focus on whether you can kill someone.

Exerting physical strength to gain greater punching power is entirely worthwhile.

Chen Yi looked at his attribute text.

Punching power 10, resistance 10, health 5, speed 1, cultivation speed 5.

Abilities, physical strength, dynamic resistance, and powerful punches.

"Finally, my punching power and resistance have both reached 10, so I finally have some ability to protect myself."

I don't know how much of a gap there is between me and a Qi Condensation Realm Martial Master.

"9

Chen Yi thought to himself.

Ordinary martial artists can estimate their strength based on their cultivation level.

But his current level is only at the Bone Forging stage.

His strength was entirely due to the attributes he received after mastering martial arts.

So only after playing against someone can you know your true skill level.

Chen Yi looked outside the training room; it had just gotten dark.

I've been practicing in the training room for so long, it's time to go out for some fresh air.

He vanished from the training room in a flash.

A teahouse on the dock street.

Chen Yi stood on the rooftop, feeling the cold wind.

The streets below were lined with all sorts of stalls, food vendors, and street performers, illuminated by a few scattered kerosene lamps.

Although the lights were dim, the pedestrians' interest was not diminished at all, and many people were walking around.

There were even quite a few children and elderly people.

Children, in particular, looked at the dock street at night with eyes full of wonder.

The docks used to be rife with gangs and crime, with people from all walks of life, from those who collected protection money to those who smoked cigarettes and those who extorted money.

As soon as it got dark, the children were forbidden from going out, because someone might actually kidnap them at night and sell them to a broker, or break their arms and legs and force them to beg.

But the dock street is different now.

At night, every so often, several dock gang thugs would gather on the streets, their eyes constantly scanning the pedestrians.

Anyone caught making a move would be immediately dragged out, given a severe beating, and then sent to a warehouse at the dock.

That warehouse was a place where the dock gang specifically detained criminals; minor offenses would be punished with a beating and kept in jail for several days.

Extremely wicked acts, such as child trafficking or secretly selling cigarettes.

They would then be sent to the iron cell next door.

The jailers there were incredibly cruel, subjecting their prisoners to all sorts of tortures, both imaginable and unimaginable.

There were no obstructions between the two cells, so the punishments could be clearly seen.

Basically, after spending two days here and witnessing the methods of those prison guards...

Even the most ruthless scoundrel must learn to behave.

I would never want to come in again.

Chen Yi, who was on the roof of the teahouse, watched the vendors for a while before shifting his gaze to the inner street.

The inner street was the entertainment district of the dock street. The opium dens had been cleaned up, but the casinos and brothels were still open.

Even the original dozen or so opium dens were converted into brothels and casinos, making business on the inner street even more prosperous.

Compared to the vendors' area, this side used far more kerosene lamps and lanterns, and even a few electric lights, illuminating the street brightly.

But that's it.

On the dock street, this was the only place with bright lights.