Chapter 84: The Difference of Douqiong Martial Arts School! Test the Quality
Feng Mu was not opposed to joining Douqiong Martial Arts School.
After all, this was his original plan, and now it's free. Moreover, although this martial arts school looks far inferior to the Canglong Martial Arts School, after seeing what happened in the afternoon, Feng Mu seriously suspected that this martial arts school was not ordinary.
Can a martial arts school that harbors a bunch of murderers be treated as an ordinary one?
Feng Mu chose a locker and changed into the black training suit for senior members. Looking at his tall but thin figure in the mirror, a cold light flashed in his dull eyes.
"Anyway, no matter what kind of medicine is sold in Douqiong Martial Arts School, I will eat all the medicine Tangyi sends to me first, and as for the rest, it won't be too late to deal with them after they reveal their true colors."
Feng Mu rubbed his stiff cheeks. He used the [plastic embryo] to disguise facial expressions for a long time. This was the disadvantage. The facial muscles would easily become stiff and he had to rub them from time to time to activate the blood circulation.
Outside the locker room.
Seeing Feng Mu coming out in training clothes, Hong Ya's eyes lit up slightly, and she thought, "Although Junior Brother is a little thin, he looks very capable, like a skinny tiger. Hmm, his expression is a little dull, not imposing enough."
While Feng Mu was changing room, Li Bashan had finished a bucket of rice and was now picking up rice grains in the bucket with a wooden spoon. It felt like the contrast between him and Zhang Fei embroidering.
Seeing Feng Mu coming out, Li Bashan gave up the fantasy of making another bucket of rice out of the empty bucket, and muttered in his heart: "Strange, Hongya always eats slowly, where did she hide the bowl?"
Under Hong Ya's disdainful gaze, he casually wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. Feng Mu had sharp eyes and could see that there were quite a few grease spots on the latter's chest as well.
"Come on, Master let me test your quality." Li Bashan said in a muffled voice.
He had deliberately lowered his voice, but half of the students in the dojo still heard it. Some of them glanced at Feng Mu with envy or jealousy.
Feng Mu turned his head and glanced at Hong Ya.
Hong Ya explained: "We in Douqiong Martial Arts School teach everyone. Every new student must be tested for their basic skills so that we can arrange guidance later."
Hongya answered very seriously.
None of the students wearing white training uniforms around him refuted, but they all curled their lips at the same time.
When we first came in, you did other things besides collecting money. We have collectively lost our memory.
Walking through the main area of the dojo, Feng Mu glanced at the various instruments and equipment. Most of them were being used by students. He glanced twice and then looked away.
With his current observation eyesight, it is not difficult to find that the foundation of these ordinary students does not seem to be very good, and the average level of strength they display is far from that of Canglong Martial Arts School.
It's like the difference between regular troops and guerrillas.
On one side are the top students from various schools, and on the other side are the bottom-ranked students, or "social idlers" like him who have no chance of taking the college entrance examination but have not given up hope.
Passing through the main area, there is a smaller area.
There are no various equipment outside, nor any high-tech instruments. Inside is just a ring surrounded by ropes.
Scattered around the arena are some human poles for practicing martial arts. They are 1:1 anthropomorphic in shape and made entirely of steel.
Feng Mu was stunned. He originally thought that this place would be more advanced and technological than the outside, but he didn't expect that it would be so... shabby?
It doesn't look like a new-style martial arts school of this century, but more like a "relic of the previous dynasty" from a hundred years ago, with an old-fashioned atmosphere that cannot keep up with the times.
Premium member area, that’s it?
No wonder there are so few people in the premium member area. All I see are... those familiar faces from this afternoon.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven!
Feng Mu counted them and found that including Li Bashan and Hong Ya, there were only seven people in total, five men and two women. None of them wore the training clothes issued by the martial arts school, but their own casual clothes.
Two of them were sitting cross-legged on the ground resting.
The remaining three were punching the iron man pole frantically, without any protective gear or gloves, and they just punched upward with their fists, elbows, and knees, causing the iron man pole to bleed.
Of course, it was not the iron man that was bleeding, but the boxer's skin and flesh were torn and bleeding.
But when Feng Mu looked at them, these people did not stop at all, as if they felt no pain, and they beat them until their skin and flesh were cracked and the bones were exposed, but their movements became faster and more brutal.
Their faces were expressionless, they didn't show any pain and didn't make any noises, but their brows were filled with vicious evil, like a group of monsters in human skin, even more evil than living people.
The iron stake was covered with remnants of new and old blood, which had seeped into it and turned it black, a black color that could not be washed away no matter how much it was washed.
Feng Mu knew that he was a monster forged by [Iron Eater], but he couldn't fight steel without feeling any pain.
But these people in front of him were just mortals of flesh and blood, but they would not stop until the iron man was smashed. Instead, they looked more like monsters than real monsters.
"I was stared at by their collective death gaze in the afternoon, and the evil iron in my stomach suddenly digested 1%." Feng Mu pondered the connection behind this.
So, the trigger is being stared at by death?
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Or is it that the trigger is that there is something special about these people?
Or, do you need two in one, to satisfy both at the same time? When Li Bashan and Hong Ya brought people in, these people did not stop their actions, but just looked at him with their eyes, looking him up and down with either polite or impolite expressions.
However, this time when they were all looking at him, there was no movement of the evil iron in Feng Mu's stomach, which made Feng Mu feel a little disappointed.
Li Bashan turned his head and grinned. He pinched Feng Mu's shoulders with his big hand like a palm leaf fan and said in a deep voice: "Our Douqiong martial arts school is different from other martial arts schools."
"Those punching power, attack speed, skill ratings, etc. that are tested by some kind of instrument are useless here."
"Even the aptitude, talent, and comprehension of a laborer are all discounted here."
"Because our master taught us since we were young that we should not trust machines too much. Machines are inanimate objects, while humans are living things. Therefore, tests on humans can only be compared by humans."
"The data is not important. What matters is who is standing and who is falling in this small space."
Li Bashan pushed Feng Mu to the middle stage and said, "Master asked me to test your ability. Then go up and pick someone to fight. After the fight, I will see clearly for Master."
There was one more thing Li Bashan hadn't said in his mind, which was, you will definitely be the one who falls, but that doesn't matter, what I want to see for my master is how you fall.
Because falling down can reveal a person's true nature more clearly than standing up.
Feng Mu pulled the rope and stepped into the ring, with a dull and puzzled look on his face. He looked at everyone in the ring. As his gaze wandered, the guys who were driving the piles stopped and looked back at him.
Very strange.
There wasn't a trace of contempt in these people's eyes, even though Feng Mu showed himself to be just an ordinary useless student, but for some reason he was favored by Master Li Guishe.
There was no contempt or disdain. On the contrary, there was a hint of eagerness to try in their eyes.
It’s as if they don’t care about the strength of their opponents at all. They are just tired of fighting on the iron man pole and want to find an opportunity to relive the feeling of punching a human body.
At this moment, being stared at by everyone, although it still could not be considered a death stare, Feng Mu vaguely felt that the evil iron in his stomach had a slight response.
The iron was digested a little bit... (End of this chapter)
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