Chapter 18 Beifeng Martial Arts School
The fierce martial arts competition is simply divided into four levels.
Low, medium, high, top.
If a warrior wants to enter the fierce martial arts arena, the first and most basic requirement is: recommendation by a martial arts school! Or it can be said to be recommendation by a chaebol.
A fierce warrior must be recognized by a certain martial arts school. They must submit your file before you can step into the fierce warrior arena.
After all, the Fierce Martial Arena is not just an arena, but involves the distribution of interests. If you do not represent a certain force, you are not qualified to step into the Fierce Martial Arena.
The main quest requires the Ash Walker to participate in three fierce fighting competitions of any difficulty.
The first prerequisite for this task is that you have to find the host and get on the stage first! As for whether you can walk down from the ring alive, that's another story.
"So we must first rule out the large martial arts gyms."
The big martial arts schools that have been famous for many years are full of masters and there is no shortage of fierce warriors. Typical examples are the martial arts schools under the three major financial groups: Huaxin Martial Arts School, Oros Martial Arts School, and Suzuki Martial Arts School.
The three major martial arts schools have the best faculty and technical means, but they also each have hundreds of fierce warriors.
It’s difficult, too difficult to make a name for yourself in the martial arts hall!
Therefore, the martial arts gyms that were on the verge of bankruptcy and were run by small consortiums became the best choice for the Walkers in the Ashes.
Xia Lin picked up a card.
The words Beifeng Martial Arts School came into view.
…
The Beifeng Group is not a large group and its main business is mining development.
Today on the bus, Xia Lin was admiring the low-level martial arts competition of the Beifeng Group. It was true that they won, but the fighter in their hands was crippled and would have to live in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.
And that disabled fighter is the mainstay of the Beifeng Martial Arts School under the Beifeng Group!
With this man's fall, Beifeng Martial Arts School no longer had any fierce warriors.
When Xia Lin arrived at Beifeng Martial Arts School the next morning, he clearly sensed the panic in the school.
There are many fighters who want to fight in the fierce martial arts competition.
But not many can win.
Every fierce fighting competition means the distribution of a huge amount of benefits. Once the fighter loses, the life and death of the fighter is secondary. The losses outside the field are the real big deal.
At present, Beifeng Martial Arts School still reserves a spot in the Fierce Martial Arts Arena, but the problem is that they do not have a mature fighter who is qualified to replace the previous Fierce Martial Arts fighter.
In one word, dish!
With a bang.
The fist force device made a shrill buzzing sound, attracting the attention of most people in the martial arts gym.
You can see a number clearly displayed on the fist force device: 9!
The sounds of people sucking in their breath were heard one after another.
"9? 9 points of strength? So strong!"
"It is indeed very strong. Although it still does not meet the standards of the Fierce Martial Arena, this strength has already reached the professional level."
"Look at that guy. His posture is wrong. He doesn't seem to have any fighting skills. Tsk tsk, he can get a 9-point value just by brute force. This guy has good physical talent."
"That's weird. This guy is tall and thin, and his physique doesn't look like someone with natural strength."
In front of the fist force device, Xia Lin withdrew his hand and looked around like a lion king.
He is flamboyant and unbridled.
Only after making sure that no one in the field dared to look at him did Xia Lin retract his gaze and look at the fisting device again.
This thing is quite interesting.
…
The natives of the Ashes District of Xiongwu City have physical talents that are no different from those of normal humans.
Normal 6 points, maximum 10 points.
Therefore, Xia Lin's number 9 stands out.
And this is where it gets interesting.
The 9 points displayed on the fist force device is exactly Xia Lin’s current strength attribute.
In the first Jhin zone, Xia Lin used a temporary buff to increase his attributes to nearly 100 points.
So he naturally knew that the attribute growth in the Cinders was not exponential, but linear.
Suppose, for example, Xia Lin has a strength attribute of 9 points and can punch with a force of 90 kilograms, then a punch with a strength attribute of 18 points would be 180 kilograms, and a punch with a strength attribute of 90 points would be 900 kilograms.
Not a big improvement, indeed.
Essentially, a level 10 Ash Walker with full attributes can only deliver ten times the punching power of a level 1 Ash Walker.
However, with the emergence of limit-breaking skills, the attribute growth of the Ash Walker has no upper limit.
Even if the attribute value only grows linearly, what happens when the value reaches 10,000? What about 100,000?
The value is the truth! Not to mention the influence of skill slots.
In Xia Lin's perception, the greatest advantage that level brings to the Cinder Walker is definitely not the increase in attribute caps, but the unlocking of skill slots!
One more skill means one more trump card! My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps.
Xia Lin turned around and saw a group of people wearing white training suits with the words "North Wind" embroidered on their chests walking out of the inner field and walking towards him.
The leader was nearly fifty years old, his hair was already gray, but he had a sturdy build and was obviously a martial artist.
He came to Xia Lin, first looked at the number on the fist force device, and then looked at Xia Lin's body shape.
"A challenger?"
"No, I'm here to study."
The atmosphere relaxed slightly and the old man nodded in understanding.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
“You haven’t practiced systematically?”
Xia Lin shook his head: "No."
"So, how far do you want to go?"
Xia Lin grinned, his white teeth bared in a somewhat creepy way: "I want to go to the fierce martial arts arena to show off... the sooner the better."
“Puff.”
In the crowd at the back, a young man in his twenties at the head couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.
"Brother, you are so funny. You are telling such a funny joke in such a serious occasion. Please don't do it, okay?"
"Fierce Martial Arena, how can a simple person like you fight your way up to that level?"
Xia Lin smiled even more: "No, buddy, who are you?"
Xia Lin doesn't get used to bad habits.
But the man also has a bad temper.
"Beifeng Martial Arts School, Li Wen Zhang! I am the eldest senior brother of Beifeng Martial Arts School, and also the next fierce warrior of Beifeng Martial Arts School!"
Li Wenzhang moved and came in front of Xia Lin.
He was so close that they could even feel the hot breath of each other.
Their eyes met. Li Wenzhang looked at Xia Lin and raised his eyebrows slightly, with murderous intent in his eyes.
"Everyone wants to join the fierce martial arts arena, but they don't even take a piss to see if they are really good enough."
He stretched out his hand and slapped Xia Lin's shoulder hard, causing Xia Lin's body to tremble.
His strength is greater than Xia Lin's, at least at the level of 12 points!
"Practice more for a few years, then think about the fierce martial arts competition."
After that, he leaned close to Xia Lin's ear and said slowly in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "The key is, don't block my way. It's easier for me to kill you than to kill a chicken. Newbie!"
After Li Wenzhang finished speaking, he turned around and walked away leisurely, without even looking at Xia Lin, and didn't even care about the old instructor's ugly expression.
Because he is the eldest senior brother of Beifeng Martial Arts School.
His strength is far superior to other students.
He is also the only fighter in Beifeng Martial Arts School who has the potential to stand on the fierce martial arts arena.
Xia Lin didn't get angry, but his smile became more and more weird.
After watching Li Wenzhang's back completely walk into the inner field, Xia Lin restrained his smile and turned to look at the old instructor.
“I hate this person.”
The old instructor couldn't accept this.
"Forget it, let's talk about training."
The old instructor nodded.
"How do you want to practice?"
"Just watch it."
Xia Lin knew nothing about martial arts.
Professional matters should be left to professionals.
(End of this chapter)