Gao Wuming: From Dockworker to Physical Achievement

Time always flies when you're practicing.

The light outside the practice room suddenly went from bright sunshine to dim.

Of course, this did not affect Chen Yi, who was practicing his martial arts.

But the darkness also signifies that something else has happened.

The foreign concession.

Since Iron Body Martial Arts School joined the Fighting Association, it has become a brand promoted by foreigners.

Luo Ping became a star player at Tianjin Tianhai.

Every day, various elites from Tianhai come to give gifts and make connections.

Holding banquets in the evenings has become a regular activity at the Iron Body Martial Arts School.

Wang Rong, who is forty years old, is wearing a slightly worn suit.

He glanced at the sky, then at the replica watch on his wrist.

They were calculating the time for the Iron Body Martial Arts School banquet.

"It's almost six o'clock tonight. Today is my chance to turn things around. The banquet is full of well-known businessmen. If I can persuade one of them to invest, the factory can still be saved."

Wang Rong thought to himself.

He owned a factory and was a small factory owner; he used to live a fairly comfortable life.

Unfortunately, in recent years, the factory's performance has been poor, and it is on the verge of bankruptcy.

The clothes he was wearing had changed from high-end suits to old-fashioned suits.

The watch on my wrist went from a custom-made high-end watch to a counterfeit.

He converted most of his possessions into a ticket to the Iron Body Martial Arts School banquet.

Most of the attendees at the banquet were either rich or powerful, and he only needed to secure an investment from one of them.

The factory can be saved, and he can return to his former life of wealth and luxury.

At the banquet held by the Iron Body Martial Arts School, there were many factory owners like Wang Rong.

Therefore, the atmosphere at the Iron Body Martial Arts School's banquets is always incredibly lively, with a group of people constantly showering each other with compliments and praise.

Those elites were happy to have such people in, as they could act as the atmosphere-maker.

Occasionally, when I'm in a good mood, I might actually invest in one or two people.

After those people left, they spread the word about their turnaround, which attracted even more people to follow suit.

The banquet at the Iron Body Martial Arts School begins at 6:30 p.m.

Wang Rong was waiting outside the martial arts school at six o'clock.

He was just waiting for the banquet to start so he could be the first to go in.

But while waiting, he realized that something seemed amiss.

Why is Iron Body Martial Arts School not as brightly lit as it used to be today?

There wasn't a single light.

Only the lights from the nearby concession buildings cast their glow.

This projection also meant that half of the martial arts gym was dimly lit, and the other half was in darkness.

It looks very strange.

"Could it be that the banquet is canceled today?" Wang Rong had a bad feeling.

He spent most of his savings on the ticket, which is for tonight; he won't be able to go in tomorrow.

Moreover, once purchased, a refund is impossible.

If the meeting isn't held today, then all his money will have gone down the drain.

Thinking about this, Wang Rong felt a sense of irritation.

He was also hoping to gain recognition and secure investment.

But is it going to collapse at the very first step?

Why is he so unlucky?

Wang Rong couldn't resist and walked towards the Iron Body Martial Arts School.

He couldn't accept that his possessions had gone down the drain; he wanted to see what had happened.

He hadn't gone far when four more people came out from another place.

The five people unexpectedly bumped into each other.

The group looked at each other, and they all sensed a kindred spirit emanating from each other's slightly wrinkled suits.

Clearly, they were all there to network with influential people at the banquet and secure investments.

So I came early to wait.

Afterwards, they all became anxious because of the strange situation at the martial arts school and couldn't help but want to find out what was going on.

"What happened tonight? Is the banquet canceled?"

"Why is the martial arts gym completely empty? Did they change the venue for the banquet? Do you know what's going on?"

"have no idea."

"I don't know either."

"If I had known, would I still be here, wearing these old clothes?"

Everyone here is on the verge of bankruptcy; they spent most of their savings on the tickets and know nothing about the martial arts school.

"How about we go take a look together?"

"Walk."

"See? I'm not willing to go back like this. I need to see what happened first."

After exchanging opinions, the group decided to go to the Iron Body Martial Arts School to find out more about the situation.

Even if it angers the Iron Body Martial Arts School, I can't care about that anymore.

Most of their wealth was spent on ticket sales.

After tonight, there won't be a next time.

So even in death, one should die knowing why.

The group walked together toward the Iron Body Martial Arts School.

The Iron Body Martial Arts School, which is usually brightly lit, is unusually quiet today.

It's summer, but there's not a single insect chirping around, which gives me a bad feeling.

If someone came alone and encountered such a scene, they probably wouldn't dare to go in.

But now there are many people, and they have all paid a considerable price.

Even if something was wrong with the martial arts school, they couldn't care less.

The group entered the martial arts school.

The martial arts hall was also a banquet hall. Without any lights, it was pitch black, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

The dim light filtering through the wide-open gate was enough to let people know where they came from.

"The banquet hall is empty; it seems the banquet is really not going to happen."

"Ugh, why am I so unlucky?"

"I sold all the deeds to my house just for tonight's banquet."

Several people complained bitterly.

"Wait, do you have fire on you?" Wang Rong suddenly said.

He squinted as he looked ahead.

He could vaguely see an outline ahead.

The outline resembled the flesh of some creature, with ribs vaguely visible at the point of breakage.

And it's only half a door.

"Could it be a barbecue feast tonight, using wild game meat? I don't know why there's no one here, but the ingredients are all here, so the feast should continue."

A glimmer of hope arose in Wang Rong's heart.

"What did you find?" the others asked.

Wang Rong shared his guess and pointed ahead.

The group looked over and, in the dim light streaming in through the door, could see a bloody half-slice of flesh.

If you take a breath, you can really smell the metallic odor of blood.

Yes, if all the ingredients are here, the banquet should be able to continue.

Perhaps, perhaps it was just a delay; they arrived early.

Or perhaps there are some rare ingredients that haven't been brought over yet, and the martial arts school staff have gone to move them.

Several people thought this way.

They all smoked, so they carried lighters with them.

They are all metal-cased, roller lighters. When you open the cap and rub the lighter together, sparks are produced.

A flame appeared in the banquet hall.

The person who lit the fire brought the flames close to the food in front of them.

The others also looked towards the ingredients.

That half-slice of meat, seemingly still wrapped in cloth, looked so familiar, like... a suit?

Move the flame upwards.

Above the half-slice of meat, there was a round object attached. Flames dispelled the darkness, and a head appeared in their sight.

On his pale face, pale from blood loss, his eyes were wide open and his mouth agape, as if he had witnessed something horrific and endured unimaginable torment.

Even after death, he retained this terrifying state.

"ah--"

Terrified screams echoed through the night sky of the foreign concession.