Chapter 580: Training with a Martial Arts School Is Life-threatening
Zhou Botong smiled and waved his claws at him, but his attention was not on him. His eyes rolled around and he walked over and circled around the demon concubines, as if he was planning something.
"Disciple, are these the slaves you captured from outside?"
Kunson stretched and yawned, then casually replied, "Yeah."
"So what are you going to do with the slaves you captured?"
"Well, probably we'll wait for the slaves from before to take them down for arrangements." Kunsen scratched his head. "Village Chief Yun only told us to bring them back, but didn't say what to do with them."
Zhou Botong immediately rubbed his hands together, his eyes gleaming as he said, "Can you leave it to me? Our martial arts school is short of a few sparring partners."
Kunsen glanced at him curiously. "Master, don't we have a sparring partner at our martial arts school? Zach and the others volunteered to be sparring partners before. Why are we still short of one?"
Zack, who had received a message from the system and hurried over with his brothers to receive the new slaves, happened to hear these words. He immediately covered his chest reflexively and grimaced.
The younger brothers behind him had the same reaction, their faces changed drastically.
It hurts, I feel pain all over my body.
Damn, is it possible for a human to be a sparring partner?
When the martial arts school first opened, they had volunteered to go, hoping that they wouldn't have to pay and might even be able to learn a few moves, but he couldn't stand it after just half a day.
Being a sparring partner is really not a job for humans. Zhou Botong felt that wooden stakes were useless, so he used them like wooden stakes and let his disciples kick and hit them. They could still bear it at the beginning, after all, they were in pain, and his disciples were in pain too.
But later Zhou Botong personally demonstrated a few moves, specifically hitting their various acupuncture points, which was really painful.
Moreover, his group of apprentices were not very skilled, and several of their blows were aimed at the vital points. The key point was that he required them to keep the wooden stakes like real wood and not move at all.
If he hadn't taken the red medicine in time, he might have lost his life there.
This is not just sparring, this is fatal!
In order to live to see the day when he could become a real villager, Zack decisively retreated with his brothers.
Zhou Botong was unwilling to send out tasks and spend spirit coins to hire people, so he planned to take advantage of the situation and find a few slaves who wanted to earn contribution points. However, after the tragic experiences of one batch of "wooden stakes" after another, no slaves were willing to do good deeds.
Doing good deeds to earn contribution points will cost you your life. No matter how high the contribution points are, you have to live to enjoy them.
So, the martial arts school was short of people, so Zhou Botong set his sights on the new slaves.
In response, the old naughty boy blinked innocently and said confidently, "No more. Those people probably just left because the martial arts school was too boring to bear."
At the end, he even muttered in complaint, "As expected, those who came to my door can leave whenever they want. They are just unreliable."
Zack and others on the side turned pale. How could this old naughty boy be so shameless in front of the victim? He is so shameless.
Kunsen didn't notice anything unusual, and thought what his master said made sense. Things delivered to your door are not as reliable as those bought.
Kunsen's eyes rolled and fell on Tang Nan, who came with Zhou Botong. "Master, I don't have the right to arrange these new slaves. How about this, the slaves can be rented out. I'll rent them and give them to the martial arts school. You can use them however you want."
The old naughty boy's eyes suddenly lit up and he said with emotion, "What a good disciple!"
"Wait, Master, please listen to me first. I have a condition for paying the spiritual coins myself, and that is that I want to be the eldest senior brother."
Speaking of this, we have to talk about the mechanism of the martial arts school. According to Zhou Botong, those who become disciples first are senior brothers and sisters, and those who come later can only be junior brothers and sisters.
But most of those who registered late were big shots, who beat their "seniors" until they cried and screamed, and strongly demanded that the ranking be changed.
The Old Boy is not a person who sticks to the rules. In fact, he also has the desire to be a senior brother, so he easily followed the trend and changed the rules so that whoever has the bigger fist will be the senior brother. But there is a big premise here, that is, Tang Nan must be the eldest senior brother, and this cannot be changed.
According to the Old Boy, Tang Nan was the only disciple he truly wanted to accept, and the others were just extra disciples he accepted in order to earn spirit coins and eat delicious food. There was no comparison at all, so as long as Tang Nan's position was stable, it didn't matter what happened to the other disciples or who was the second senior brother or the eldest senior sister.
But some people are not convinced, and Kunsen is the one who is most dissatisfied.
He relied on his own fists to sit in the position of the second senior brother. If the eldest senior brother in front of him was a capable and talented one or had a transcendent status like Village Chief Yun, he would accept it, but Tang Nan was not like that.
The eldest senior brother Tang Nan not only has no powerful strength nor a transcendent status, he is even just a silly boy who has just awakened his superpowers. How can he accept this?
The Beast Tribe is the most strong-admiring and most adherent of the principle that the strong are respected. How could they take Tang Nan, a rookie, seriously? Now Tang Nan has surpassed him and become the eldest senior brother. Kunsen can't stand it anymore. He wants to pull this guy down from the position of eldest senior brother and take over himself as soon as he gets the chance.
But the old naughty boy was particularly stubborn on this point. "No, you can change the conditions. Tang Nan is my eldest disciple. This will not change."
Kunsen was also stubborn, "No, this is my only request."
The master and disciple stared at each other, neither of them refusing to give in, leaving Tang Nan at a loss. He looked at one and then the other, not knowing where to start to persuade them.
For Tang Nan, he actually didn't mind being a junior brother. In terms of strength, he was indeed at the bottom, but the master gave him the position of the eldest brother strongly and firmly, so he would not reject the master's kindness. He could only work hard to practice his supernatural powers and hone his kung fu every day, waiting to become a true eldest brother one day in the future.
Now seeing that his master would rather give up the benefit of free sparring than lose his position as the eldest disciple, Tang Nan was moved again. He only regretted that he had no money and could not help his master rent slaves.
"Um." Zack, who had little presence at the side, suddenly raised his hand and spoke.
Zhou Botong and Kunsen turned their heads and glared at him.
Zach coughed and said, "Well, the new slave missions have been assigned. These ten or so will be sent to Master Zhou's martial arts gym as sparring partners. They'll be assigned for three days."
Suddenly the old naughty boy was excited and Kunsen was frustrated.
"Hahaha, the system is such a good person, ah, such a good system."
Zhou Botong's face was flushed with joy. He then called Tang Nan and said in a heroic and confident tone, "Come on, disciple, take these slaves with you and return to the martial arts hall."
Tang Nan also had a happy look on his face, "Okay, Master."
(End of this chapter)
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