Gao Wuming: From Dockworker to Physical Achievement

"His punching power is strong, but it's not as good as mine. Maybe he wasn't using his full strength."

"His defense is impressive; he can take a hit without any problem. I wonder if I can break through his defense."

"His physical strength is very good, much better than mine. If I did twenty manual laborers, I definitely wouldn't be able to do it without getting out of breath."

While the middle-aged man and the laborers were working, Chen Yi observed the whole process, comparing himself to them.

The conclusion is that the middle-aged man is stronger than him in every aspect.

The only thing he was better at than middle-aged men was his punching power.

With a single punch, combined with a +1 punch power bonus, one can shatter a stone into pieces.

The middle-aged man only knocked the laborer flying backwards; even the one who used heavy blows only broke the short stick and fractured the sternum.

There is a significant difference between its appearance and that of cracked stone.

"My strength lies in my punches. If I were to fight him, it would be best to take him down with one punch to avoid him becoming defensive."

Chen Yi stared at the middle-aged man, his mind churning.

But among middle-aged people...

After dealing with the troublemaking laborers, the middle-aged man glanced at everyone present.

He said calmly, "Anyone else have any comments? You can come up and say them. If not, it'll be ten copper coins a day."

The laborers all lowered their heads, not daring to meet the middle-aged man's gaze.

Just as the middle-aged man was about to turn around and leave the dock.

A voice suddenly came.

"I have a problem with that."

Everyone immediately turned their gaze toward the direction from which the sound came.

But it turned out to be a young laborer wearing a short jacket and trousers rolled up to his knees.

"What a greenhorn!"

They had initially thought a master was about to emerge, but it turned out to be just a young man, and the hopes that had just been raised by everyone were dashed once again.

However, a small number of people, still holding onto hope, wondered if this young man might be a master.

Then a shout came from among the laborers: "Brother Yi, what are you doing getting involved in this? Get out of here, or you'll die for nothing."

This is a laborer who became familiar with Chen Yi when they were working together before.

Hearing that even their names were called out, that small group of people's hopes were dashed.

He cursed inwardly, thinking, "Why did you have to stand out? You're really asking for trouble."

The laborers complained or worried.

None of this affected Chen Yi.

Under the watchful eyes of the laborers, Chen Yi walked out and came to the open space on the dock.

They looked at each other, both middle-aged.

"Master Li, leave this kid to me." Wang Hu's eyes lit up, and he felt that his opportunity had come.

He was no match for more than twenty laborers, but he easily defeated a hothead.

He immediately strode forward and reached out to grab Chen Yi's collar with both hands.

While grabbing him, he said, "Kid, this isn't a place for you to make a name for yourself."

Before her hand could even touch Chen Yi, a crisp "smack" was heard.

A sharp pain shot through his chest.

He was sent flying backwards instantly.

Chen Yi kept shrinking in his eyes.

He only stopped when a force came from his back and pulled him down.

Wang Hu then realized that he hadn't even caught a single punch.

"Master Li... save me..." He looked up at the middle-aged man who was holding him up and said with difficulty, blood and foam constantly gushing from his mouth.

The middle-aged man only needed one glance to know that it was a broken sternum piercing the lung, and there was no hope of saving him.

He stared at Wang Hu for a while, then said, "Returning to the Mountain Force?"

Then he grabbed Wang Hu's neck and twisted it.

Wang Hu's body immediately went limp.

His eyes were wide open like copper bells, unable to believe that he had lost his life just like that.

"The Huishan Boxing Gym is now just an old man holding it up. When will someone else develop Huishan Jin?"

The middle-aged man looked Chen Yi up and down and said, "Strange, your qi and blood are only slightly better than these laborers, not even close to the level of exerting force. How did you manage to develop the Returning Mountain Force?"

"Never mind, you can tell me about it later."

The middle-aged man couldn't figure out Chen Yi's tricks in a short time, so he decided to ignore it.

Let's capture them first.

Once they're in our hands, all our secrets will be exposed.

Having made up his mind, he rushed straight at Chen Yi without saying a word, throwing both fists at him.

Chen Yi remained calm and composed, adopting a defensive stance to receive the middle-aged man's punch.

Even if it's the first time using it, the memories and experiences of the Returning Mountain Fist in one's mind are something only a true master can possess.

Not only did they withstand the middle-aged man's attacks, but they also quickly gained the upper hand.

Every seven or eight moves, a punch would land on the middle-aged man.

"What an amazing fighting style." The middle-aged man was secretly amazed.

Despite not having practiced his Qi and blood much, he had already developed internal strength and his fighting style was extremely powerful, like a martial artist who had been working in the martial arts world for many years.

Fortunately, his qi and blood were weak, so even with the Returning Mountain Force, he couldn't break through his external skills.

All the punches that landed on him were blocked by his external martial arts, having no effect whatsoever.

"Having the fighting style but not the training method is a real pity."

The middle-aged man gradually relaxed, convinced that Chen Yi couldn't break through his defenses.

He even had the mind to start teaching Chen Yi: "Do you know the biggest difference between a martial artist and an ordinary person? It's their Qi and blood. To become a martial artist, you need to break through your Qi and blood three times before you can enter the gate of martial arts."

I don't know how you developed such skills, but if you're on the wrong path, all your efforts will be in vain.

However, given your talent, if you're willing to join the Iron Body Martial Arts School, it's not impossible to teach you training methods and help you become a true martial artist.

Chen Yi kept throwing punches, each punch carrying the force of returning to the mountain, but when they hit the middle-aged man, they were like a mud ox entering the sea, unable to stir up even the slightest ripple.

As the battle continued, his breathing gradually became heavier, and he felt discomfort all over his body; his strength was waning.

In contrast, the middle-aged people were only sweating a little, just starting to warm up.

"Iron Body Martial Arts School, the one that's a lackey for foreigners? Didn't they say they weren't accepting disciples anymore? How come they went back on their word? Now that they've become lackeys, they've lost all sense of propriety and shame?" Chen Yi suddenly said.

A flash of hostility appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes. It was one thing for other martial arts schools to say such things, but for a mere laborer to dare to mock him to his face.

"If you don't take my chance, then I'll cripple you first, and we'll talk things over later," the middle-aged man said angrily.

At the very moment his emotions wavered, his boxing technique faltered, leaving his abdomen wide open.

Chen Yi had been waiting for this moment. With a series of crisp sounds, his arm exploded as his fist slammed into the middle-aged man's stomach.

"Provoke me to find my weakness?"

The middle-aged man realized this, but he still dismissed it dismissively.

Chen Yi has never broken through his Qi and Blood barrier; he's just an ordinary person. No matter how powerful his fighting style is, it's impossible to break through his defense.

Even if we find a flaw, so what?

Chen Yi's fist landed heavily on the middle-aged man's abdomen.

The defenses were not breached.

Just as the middle-aged man was about to speak, a new force suddenly erupted from Chen Yi's fist and slammed into the middle-aged man's stomach.

puff.

With his lungs and internal organs damaged, the middle-aged man immediately coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground, powerless.

True martial arts skills are indeed difficult to break, but once you break through them, it can determine life and death.

Ultimately, we're still just mortal beings; even if the things inside our bellies are destroyed, we still die.

The middle-aged man's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he couldn't even speak out in pain.

But seeing Chen Yi stride towards him, the middle-aged man gritted his teeth and shouted:

"Kill me, and Iron Body Martial Arts School won't let you get away with it. The Martial Arts Association will come after you too. Let me go, and you can have whatever you want. Dollars, do you want dollars? Is a hundred enough? A thousand? One…"

Chen Yi punched him hard in the face.

The force of the punch, combined with the power of the mountain strike, instantly dented his entire face, rendering him utterly dead.

"If you die, everything will be mine. Besides, you're just a foreigner's dog. What kind of martial arts association is this? If you have any dignity left, you won't stand up for me."