Chapter 19: Narrow Road

The first thing is to pay the money.

Training fees, course fees and even nutrition fees.

A total of 20,000 credit points.

And this is just one month's money.

A fierce warrior, even the lowest level one, is a monster that exceeds human limits. In order to train and maintain a superhuman physique, the food they eat and the supplements they take are all specially made and very expensive.

Among them, the supplements produced by Oros Pharmaceuticals are the most effective.

Xia Lin's expenses of 20,000 yuan are actually just the lowest level of expenses. He doesn't need any good supplements. For example, Li Wenxuan spends more than 100,000 yuan at Beifeng Martial Arts School every month, and this is under the premise of receiving subsidies from Beifeng Martial Arts School.

The poor are good at literature and the rich are good at martial arts. It has been like this since ancient times.

But as long as one can become a fierce warrior, all the initial investment can be recovered or even have some left over - even if one is killed in the first battle, the subsidy from the foundation can allow the family to recoup all the costs.

If you can win, you can even be promoted to a higher level fierce fighting arena... then you will get more than just credit points.

This is also the reason why so many people flock to the Fierce Martial Arts Arena even though it is obviously dangerous.

No matter which world you are in, there is no shortage of crazy people who value money over their lives.

When Xia Lin signed the agreement and paid the money, it was already afternoon.

The old instructor named Guo Yu said: "Formal training will begin tomorrow."

"But I have to give you a heads up. Fighting is about sweat and effort, but talent is more important."

"Even the same supplement has different effects on different people. Not to mention the training effect, fighting talent and the speed of mastering fighting skills."

Xia Lin nodded in understanding: "I understand."

"So when can I fight in the fierce martial arts competition?"

Guo Yu sighed heavily, thinking that there was something wrong with Xia Lin's brain.

Are you so eager to go to the fierce martial arts arena and die? But he didn't persuade him, because it's hard to persuade a damned ghost with good words.

He just said: "We in Beifeng Martial Arts School only have one spot for the fierce martial arts competition, so naturally we have to pick the strongest one."

The strongest person in Beifeng Martial Arts School right now is Li Wen Zhang.

"Besides that, there are also hard targets if you want to enter the fierce martial arts arena."

Xia Lin: “What indicator?”

"Punch Power Device, at least ten points. Without this level, we can't let you go on stage."

"In addition to this, you must also master the unique skill of our Beifeng Martial Arts School: Beifeng Fist."

When a fighter goes on stage to fight, it's not only about physical fitness but also skills.

When the attribute gap is not big, there is a lot of room for skills to be used.

The Beifeng Fist is the most powerful fighting skill of the Beifeng Martial Arts School.

It is said to be the best fighting skill, but in fact the level of this boxing technique is pitifully low and cannot be put on the stage at all.

Otherwise, Beifeng Martial Arts School would not have ended up in its current state.

But there is another benefit to this.

Bei Feng Quan is very easy to learn... It's not just a matter of knowing how to do it. Bei Feng Martial Arts School doesn't hide anything. You can learn and practice as long as you pay the money. We will teach you with all our heart. Whether you succeed or not is up to you.

Guo Yu explained some more things and told Xia Lin to come to the martial arts gym at ten o'clock tomorrow, then left.

Xia Lin also stood up and walked out of the martial arts hall leisurely, but did not go far away. Instead, he came to a nearby coffee shop and bought a cup of coffee to pass the time.

From his angle, he could just see the gate of Beifeng Martial Arts School.

…

As a reserve fierce warrior, Li Wen Zhang has a very busy schedule.

Training, training, and more training!

When it was seven o'clock in the evening and the sky was already dark, Li Wenzhang had just finished his daily training for the day.

After injecting a muscle growth agent and a fatigue-relieving injection and taking a cold shower, Li Wenzhang changed his clothes and walked out of Beifeng Martial Arts School.

He felt that he was in pretty good shape, the fatigue-relieving needle was extremely effective, and he could still practice for another three hours... but too much is as bad as too little, and rest was more important to him than extra practice.

After getting on the bus, which headed towards the suburbs, Li Wenzhang sat on the seat, put on headphones, listened to music and relaxed.

The scenery outside the car window passed by quickly.

There are towering buildings, three-dimensional driveways, cars shuttling back and forth, and a bustling scene of bright lights and feasting.

This is the fierce city.

A place where dreams come true.

As the bus gradually moves away from the new city area, the prosperous scene no longer exists.

The buildings became shorter and shorter, and the lights became increasingly sparse.

The number of flying cars decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they were replaced by non-flying gasoline cars or trams. The style of pedestrians also changed. There were no longer elites in suits and ties, but staggering drunks and drug addicts.

Behind the glamour lies the filth.

Behind the freshness is decay.

The gap between the rich and the poor naturally divides Xiongwu City into two new and old urban areas.

The old city area is the slum in the traditional sense.

There are no patrolling robot police here, no ubiquitous cameras, and the public security is chaotic and gangs are rampant.

And he, Li Wen Zhang, is the son of the leader of a small gang here.

"The vehicle has arrived at the station, please stand firmly and hold on."

The car slowly slowed down and stopped in front of the dark intersection.

Li Wenzhang got out of the car carrying his bag and walked into the familiar alley.

The alley has high walls on both sides. It is dark and narrow, with only room for one person to pass through.

In the past, this place was often populated by drunkards and drug addicts, but today, this alley is extremely quiet, even dead silent.

As Li Wenzhang moved forward, the corners of his mouth became more and more upturned.

Only when he went deeper into the alley did Li Wenzhang stop and turn around to look behind him.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Behind him, a person was following closely, and the distance between them was only about ten meters.

When Li Wenjian looked back, the person behind him also stood still.

He pulled down his hood, revealing a handsome face and an evil smile underneath the hood.

"What's your name?" Li Wenxuan asked.

"Xia Lin, my name is Xia Lin."

"Oh, Xia Lin, why are you following me?"

Xia Lin tilted his head slowly, smiling even more: "I want to see how you kill a chicken, Senior Brother."

With a "bang".

Li Wen Zhang let go of his hand and let the backpack fall to the ground.

He asked with a smile, moving his shoulders slightly.

"Really want to see it?"

Xia Lin nodded heavily: "I really want to. I am very curious."

“Tsk tsk.”

Li Wen Zhang stepped forward.

"Killing a chicken requires a lot of attention."

"But my method is more violent. Generally speaking, when I kill a chicken, I will first knock it down with a heavy punch, and then kick it like a football to smash its head."

"Chickens are very weak and can't survive these two attacks."

"By the way, do you know what football is?"

Xia Lin shook his head: "I haven't seen it."

A strong wind blew in Xia Lin's face, ruffling her hair.

"Then I'll teach you a lesson! You're just a piece of shit that's blocking my way!"

…

Li Wen Zhang is the eldest senior brother of Beifeng Martial Arts School, and the only fighter in Beifeng Martial Arts School who is qualified to enter the fierce martial arts arena.

The problem is that everyone knows that even if Li Wen Zhang enters the fierce martial arts arena, he is only the lowest-level character in the fierce martial arts arena.

They can only fight in low-level fierce fighting competitions, and it is not even certain whether they can win the match.

For Xia Lin, this is a good opponent.

Because through Li Wen Zhang, Xia Lin can experience in advance the strength of a fierce warrior.

And this is one of the reasons why Xia Lin approached Li Wen Zhang!

Li Wenzhang jumped up, and his slightly bent body moved towards Xia Lin at a very fast speed like a spring.

Bei Feng's punch flew out like a cannonball, and the howling wind even made Xia Lin unable to open his eyes! Strength 13 points, at least.

Agility 12 points, at least!

Coupled with the carefully honed fighting techniques and the fighting skill of the North Wind Heavy Fist...

And these are just the miscellaneous soldiers and cannon fodder in the fierce martial arts arena.

However, the difficulty of the main quest in the S-level Cinders should be like this! Xia Lin raised his arms to block Li Wenxuan's punch, but Li Wenxuan's punch did not change, and the North Wind Fist hit Xia Lin's arms.

With a loud "boom".

Xia Lin floated up like a floating grass, flew back three meters and landed heavily on the wet road.

"First a heavy punch, then..."

"Football kick!!"

The murderous intent came roaring.

(End of this chapter)