High-level martial arts: I can choose Hextech equips.

Long, satin-black hair cascaded down, obscuring her left eye. Her other eye had long, delicate eyelashes and a languid smile, while a beauty mark at the corner of her eye added to her gentle demeanor.

A sleeveless knit top and a high-waisted pencil skirt accentuate her curves; she is a woman as charming and mature as Yu Xin.

However, their styles are completely different.

If Yu Xin is a mature and sophisticated woman, then the woman in front of her is definitely a mother.

Realizing this thought, Lin Shuxuan silently berated himself; how pathetic!

The saying goes, "A teacher for a day is a father for life," and he has silently regarded Yu Xin as his mother.

How can one son serve two mothers?

He turned to Yu Xin, whose face was ashen, and asked:

"Who is this mother... who is this lady? Why didn't Sister Yu Xin introduce her?"

Yu Xin glared at him fiercely.

"Have you practiced your morning exercises? If not, hurry up and do it!"

"I can't leave the police station because of the lawsuit, and Ye Lingyue has no sense of direction. She won't know the way if I don't go to pick her up."

"So give me two days off."

Yu Xin rubbed her forehead, seemingly particularly troubled by the two problem children.

"My younger brother is so handsome and talented, what's wrong with taking a couple of days off?"

Gong Shuang reached out her hand.

"My name is Gong Shuang, you can just call me sister."

Can I call her "Mom"? I lacked maternal love growing up... Lin Shuxuan generously grasped the other person's slender white hand.

"Lin Shuxuan".

A chilling aura emanated from the other person's palm, flowing through their entire body like water.

Lin Shuxuan jerked his hand away as if he had been electrocuted, looking at the black-haired beauty opposite him with surprise and uncertainty.

"Life energy level is only 2?"

She muttered to herself, a smile playing on her lips, her eyes gleaming mischievously as she looked at Yu Xin.

"Yu Xin, it's been so long, you look even more down on your luck."

"You're still practicing Dragon Fist. It's too ambitious for a beginner to learn this skill. You're really an incompetent teacher."

"Although my students are not very bright, they are hardworking and diligent. They are now at level 23; going to the Federal Army University will be a piece of cake for them."

Yu Xin's face was unpleasant, but she didn't say a word in response.

After strutting around for a while, Gong Shuang turned to Lin Shuxuan and said:

"How about it, little guy? Come learn martial arts from your older sister. I guarantee it'll be much better than what Yu Xin taught."

Lin Shuxuan glanced at Yu Xin's expression and laughed loudly:

"Thank you, Sister Gongshuang, but Sister Yuxin is a good teacher, and..."

He then changed the subject.

"Martial arts cultivation emphasizes practical combat. As for my strength, it's better to wait until the Xinhai Martial Arts Tournament is over before making a judgment."

Gong Shuang's eyes narrowed slightly, and the beauty mark at the corner of her eye seemed to tremble.

"Having confidence is a good thing, but too much of it becomes arrogance."

Lin Shuxuan simply smiled confidently and did not answer.

"Alright then, I'll take my leave now."

Yu Xin's expression suddenly relaxed.

Gong Shuang got up and left, but after a few steps she turned back with her hands behind her back.

"By the way, I'll be attending the martial arts tournament too. Little one, I'm really looking forward to your performance."

Yu Xin's face turned deathly pale, as if she had just watched an extremely terrifying horror movie.

After Gong Shuang left, she took a few deep breaths to calm herself down, and asked in a hopeful tone:

"Are you holding back a trick, planning to use it in the martial arts tournament?"

"No."

Lin Shuxuan said innocently.

"Why are you so confident when you're not?" Yu Xin said, getting a little anxious.

"Didn't you say that I was guaranteed a top-seven finish as long as I participated? I trusted your plan."

Yu Xin rubbed her forehead, feeling like she was living a life worse than death at the thought of having to reveal the backup plan she had prepared for Lin Shuxuan in front of her mortal enemy.

"Who exactly is Gong Shuang? Sister Yu Xin, you look terrible today."

Yu Xin sighed and explained:

"She was my classmate in the same year, and we've never gotten along."

"But I had always been one step ahead of her, and now I've been pecked in the eye by a sparrow."

Who are you calling a sparrow... Lin Shuxuan thought about his cultivation level and didn't dwell on the question.

Is there a solution to my case?

That's the key point. If you can't even participate in the competition because of this, it would be a real laughing stock.

"Don't worry, we've already taken care of it..."

She was speaking when the police station suddenly fell silent.

It's morning now, and besides the staff, there are many citizens in the security area; it's the busiest time of day for them.

Even when Yu Xin and Gong Shuang were arguing, most people just glanced at them and left.

Therefore, this quiet is particularly unusual.

Footsteps approached from the doorway.

Lin Shuxuan looked over and saw a group of four people walking towards him.

The man at the head of the group was dressed in a crisp white uniform with intricate gold patterns on the cuffs, and a gold general's star stood out prominently.

He must be a high-ranking official in the Public Security Bureau. His uniform is very similar in style to the one Yu Xin is wearing, but the details are more refined and the overall look is more sophisticated.

His appearance was not outstanding, but his eyebrows were like those of an eagle spreading its wings, and his confident and all-encompassing demeanor was impressive.

This guy is such a show-off... This thought flashed through Lin Shuxuan's mind, and then he heard the sound of orderly footsteps in the hall.

"Chief!"

Only after Guan Yunyang nodded in acknowledgment did the security guards resume their work.

He walked up to Lin Shuxuan and said with a smile:

"This should be considered our first meeting. I am Guan Yunyang, the director of the Public Security Bureau of Xinhai City."

Lin Shuxuan wanted to answer, but the fierce and domineering aura was so powerful that it gripped his throat tightly, preventing him from speaking.

The oppressive aura came from the man following behind Guan Yunyang.

He was 2.3 meters tall and as strong as an iron tower; his figure was obscured by his cloak, but just by looking at his body, which was as wide as a door panel, one could tell that he had amazing strength.

Yu Xin reached out and placed her hand on his forearm. The warm breath made him feel a little better.

"Qin Feng, please tone it down. He's new to martial arts and can't withstand this kind of force."

"Feel sorry."

The burly man named Qin Feng regained his composure.

Guan Yunyang said there was an interesting junior colleague, and he suddenly felt a strong urge to join in.

Lin Shuxuan coughed twice, finally giving him a chance to look at the other two.

A man with black hair and black eyes, handsome in appearance, exuding a chilling aura.

The other was a woman dressed in a black and white Taoist robe, but her features seemed to be covered by something, making them difficult to see clearly.

Guan Yunyang walked to his side, warmly put his arm around his shoulder, and asked the three of them:

"How about it? My junior is quite handsome. Would you be interested in taking him as your stepson?"

"How did I end up becoming someone else's son for no reason..." Lin Shuxuan was about to speak when Yu Xin leaned closer and whispered in his ear.

The big-waisted, mature woman's breath felt warm and ticklish.

"Stepchild is a term from the Federation tradition, referring to a closer relationship than that between teacher and student. Strong members of the Federation will select promising newcomers to become their stepsons."

"They are all powerful figures with strong backgrounds. Being noticed by them means you have a bright future. Guan Yunyang has given you a very rare opportunity."

So it was a matter of paying respects to a powerful figure and choosing a mentor... Lin Shuxuan understood immediately.

The three people opposite him reacted indifferently, simply staring at him and sizing him up.

After a long pause, the black-haired, black-eyed man said:

"Didn't you say he learned Dragon Fist? Let's try it out before making a decision."

"That's right! Let's go to the basement, the space is ready."

Guan Yunyang agreed. He put his arm around Lin Shuxuan's shoulder and led the way, saying in a low voice:

"Do your best later, I've placed a big bet, don't embarrass me."

......

Lin Shuxuan stood in the fighting arena, but his opponent changed from Yu Xin to the burly man with the iron tower.

His voice was booming.

"I will keep the force at the level of an average adult."

Does every master say this before a fight...? Lin Shuxuan watched as his opponent removed his cloak.

His gaze faltered slightly.

He finally understood why the burly man in front of him insisted on walking around in a cloak.

Opposite them, the four-armed monster slowly stretched out its body.

He was shirtless, and his two arms, located at his ribs, flowed with a molten color; what flowed on his arms seemed to be molten iron rather than blood.

It was exceptionally ferocious, and also exceptionally... brutal.

How the hell do you fight this...? Lin Shuxuan stared in disbelief, then heard the burly man slowly speak:

"Dragon Fist is an ancient martial art, exquisite and versatile, and can be called the best in the Federation."

"My cultivation is shallow. Only by having two more arms can I barely unleash the power of the Dragon Fist."

"Don't make mutations sound so noble..." Lin Shuxuan thought to himself, but he gained a new understanding of the intricacies of the Dragon Fist.

Guan Yunyang holds an extremely high position; he is the director of a powerful department in Xinhai City.

His friends must all be among the top-ranking figures in the Federation.

Even someone like that can't unleash the power of the Dragon Fist? He's even willing to abandon his human form to push the fist technique to its highest level.

This awareness...

Lin Shuxuan took a deep breath and got into position.

"bring it on."

He circulated the Dragon Fist Heart Sutra, integrating it with his many days of arduous training, and threw a punch with all his might, faintly carrying the sound of a dragon's roar.

His mana bar is short, so it's best to launch a fierce attack before the opponent gets into a rhythm; you might get unexpected results.

But Qin Feng caught the punch steadily. He tried to pull his hand back, but found that the other's palm was like an iron clamp, and he couldn't exert any force at all.

Damn it... Lin Shuxuan thought to himself that something was wrong. He adjusted his posture and threw another punch.

It felt like hitting a wall.

His hands were now firmly held in his grasp.

This fighting style is unwise, because in a typical fight, if you grab your opponent's hands, you can't move your own hands either; you can only use leg techniques to counterattack.

But Lin Shuxuan's teammate had four arms.

Qin Feng used his free hands to lightly tap Lin Shuxuan's face.

It is not very harmful and extremely insulting.

Offstage, the dark-eyed man, with a cold expression, commented:

"Although the Dragon Fist is powerful, it is not suitable for everyone. For martial arts apprentices with slightly inferior talent and aptitude, being overly ambitious is not a good thing."

He turned to look at Yu Xin.

"You're his teacher, you should make that clear to him."

Yu Xin snorted coldly and ignored her.

The black-haired man looked at Guan Yunyang again.

"You lost. As agreed, I'm taking the bet."

"What's the rush?" Guan Yunyang shrugged. "They're not finished fighting yet, are they?"

On the field, Lin Shuxuan was still enduring Qin Feng's fierce attacks, and he knew that the opponent was holding back.

In a real battlefield, the opponent only needs two punches to blow his head off.

With a determined heart, he activated the Dragon Fist Deceptive Step, intending to use the momentum of the movement to tear off his arm and break free from his opponent's grip.

Boom.

It was perhaps the sound of bones breaking, but he regained control of his hands.

Qin Feng's expression changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice:

"I don't appreciate this kind of self-harming fighting style. If this were a real battlefield, I might break both your hands."

Lin Shuxuan's face twitched from the intense pain, but his tone remained calm and composed.

"You haven't won yet, it's too early to start lecturing."

Despite saying that, my heart was filled with a heavy feeling.

Lin Shuxuan knew that ordinary attacks would not be able to break through the opponent's defenses and would only result in his hands being grabbed again.

He felt his arm trembling slightly; he could no longer escape using the same method.

We must wait, we must wait for the other party to make a move.

Lin Shuxuan recalled the fighting games of his previous life, where the difference between a master and a novice lay in the control of the timing of their attacks.

A true master can see through the opponent's initial moves and then counter them.

Lin Shuxuan stared intently at Qin Feng's muscles, their contractions revealing his intention to attack.

Off the field, the black-haired man showed a hint of approval upon seeing Lin Shuxuan's response.

"His temperament is good, but it's ultimately meaningless; he can't possibly hit Qin Feng."

Guan Yunyang smiled but didn't say anything.

On the field, Qin Feng moved, swinging his four arms like a chariot rolling forward.

Standing directly opposite, Lin Shuxuan felt as if Mount Tai was pressing down on him.

But he didn't move; he just stared intently at the muscles in Qin Feng's waist.

Left waist...right fist.

Lin Shuxuan abandoned the idea of ​​defense and immediately swung his left fist, intending to use offense as a substitute for defense.

When the vital energy condenses in one place, time seems to slow down considerably.

But Qin Feng's punch trajectory changed abruptly; his right fist was just a feint, and his real strength was concentrated in his left shoulder.

Bang

A muffled thud.

The four people off the field watched the result intently.

Lin Shuxuan's right fist struck Qin Feng's chest with all his might, leaving a faint red mark with the power of a dragon's fist.

Qin Feng was clearly a master, and naturally he knew how to predict the trajectory of a hand strike based on the flow of muscle.

Therefore, Lin Shuxuan predicted his prediction.

His previous left punch was just a feint, and fortunately, he made the right bet.

Qin Feng's left fist stopped on his shoulder. His fist technique was controlled at will, and it was impossible for him to hurt his junior.

"It looks like I won."

Guan Yunyang smiled slightly at the black-haired man.

"According to the bet, you must adopt Lin Shuxuan as your stepson."

The black-haired man remained silent for a moment, then shook his head again.

"His cultivation is too shallow. Even if I were willing, it might not be a good thing for him. But I'll accept my loss and give you a treasure of equal value."

From the very beginning, the bet between the two was not about whether Lin Shuxuan could defeat Qin Feng.

The opponent's boxing skills are superb; how could he possibly lose to a martial arts apprentice who has only been learning boxing for a week?

If Lin Shuxuan lands a single punch, he wins.

Stepping off the stage, Yu Xin greeted him, saying irritably:

"Trying to steal the spotlight?"

He then reached out and reattached Lin Shuxuan's arm.

"Is it really necessary to go this far for just one match?"

Lin Shuxuan smiled and said, "Just trying to make your teacher look good."

Yu Xin was slightly taken aback, then felt a little touched.

"If you're touched, give me your partner's contact information. Sister Yu Xin, you know I lacked maternal love growing up."

"roll!"

On the other side, Guan Yunyang helped Qin Feng put the cloak back on.

"How about it? My junior is pretty good, isn't he? Interested in taking him as your stepson?"

A flicker of interest crossed Qin Feng's eyes, but he still shook his head:

"Too much violence, too much killing intent, it doesn't align with my principles."