As the coolness of autumn gradually rises, the abundance and ripeness of the fruit begin to spread, and even the osmanthus trees planted around the Fushan Martial Arts School begin to sprout.
Inside the martial arts school, the early morning was far from quiet. The dull thuds of fists colliding and bodies clashing, along with the scraping sounds of stone slabs scraping against each other as people used their momentum to throw themselves down, startled birds so much that they circled and flew away.
In the training ground, most of the students, who should have been honing their physical skills, were now looking at the two figures in the center of the field, engaging in a brutal sparring match.
One was rugged, relying on heavy punches, with a large, imposing physique, like a bull incarnate, with bulging muscles. The other was agile, primarily using elbows, alternating between palms and fists, with elbows as sharp as knives, not inferior to heavy punches. Coupled with agility like a monkey, the scene was quite a spectacle.
The powerful punch created a gust of white air, and the heavy blow made one worry that it would crush them like tofu.
A relatively agile figure will not engage in a head-on attack, but will assess the situation and dodge, then seize an opportunity to attack. If the opponent defends in time, the figure will alternate between punches and palms to deflect the force and move away.
Perhaps annoyed by the skill of catching mudfish, the muscular man took a step forward and burst out in a noticeable tremor. His thick arm swelled up with a purplish-black color, and the black hairs stood up like iron, making it look like a thorny club coming at him.
"Not clumsy at all! Take this punch!"
The punch was so fast that it was impossible to dodge it, but in response to the other person's words, the other person stopped dodging, gathered his strength, raised his elbow and slammed it into the other person.
Then, he turned his body to the side, using the force to rotate and twist, and his remaining hand also came at the elbow, heading straight for the big man. He did not dodge but took the blow directly. The elbow was silent, but instead cut through the thick martial arts uniform like a blade, revealing the thick hair underneath and the gradually visible traces of blood.
"Phew, not bad, not bad. Your 'Mountain-Climbing Sky-Sweeping' technique has really come to life. It's a gravity attack. It's just that you haven't implanted any flesh yet, otherwise my flesh would probably be torn apart."
Touching the blood on the chest, the burly man, Mu Jian, the fourth senior brother of the martial arts school, looked at the young man Dao Chengyi, who was waving his hand in front of him, with considerable admiration.
Having been at the martial arts school for only a month and a half, he has not only mastered the Fushan Fist, but has also reached a level of proficiency in some moves, even showing signs of mastery. His physical strength is such that he can even briefly spar with his own body, which is now perfectly calibrated.
A genius! A prodigy!
This is true talent! His progress, bit by bit, is visible to the naked eye. His physical growth is evident from each training session in the martial arts arena. The Third Young Master has truly proven himself this time!
"My senior brother taught well, and all the students were willing to train with me, which is why I was able to make such rapid progress."
Dao Cheng smiled calmly, cupped his hands to his third senior brother Mu Jian and the surrounding students. Some people in the crowd smiled brightly, some had jealousy in their eyes, and some had a forced smile.
"Not at all, not at all. This is your own skill, Brother Cheng. We should say that we have benefited a lot from you!"
"Brother Cheng is only one Dao Foundation away from being accepted as a disciple by the sect leader, but I think he's got the girl in his grasp. Why don't we start calling him Senior Brother now?"
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At first, Dao Chengyi was friendly, and a few people wouldn't pay attention to him. But after the Third Young Master's fists overwhelmed his peers and became famous throughout Qingmang, and he even personally killed someone who was about to become a martial artist, everyone in the martial arts school became the same.
Families have factions, but they have to yield to power; colleagues have circles, but they have to curry favor with those who are powerful.
Fine wine, gold and silver, rare treasures, romantic tales, literary masterpieces—Tian Daocheng was so extravagant that he ate and took everything, and even the Gu worms, which he couldn't afford to raise before, all became plump and strong!
Dao Chengyi liked the way others were jealous of him but had no choice but to give him gifts. He especially liked the way those who understood his meaning actively ostracized and forced these people to give him the things they liked.
The law of the jungle is just wonderful!
Inwardly delighted, yet with a gentle smile on his face, Dao Chengyi maintained his sincere and polite demeanor, which pleased Mu Jian.
"Clap clap clap!"
But then, applause suddenly broke out in the crowd. The calm waters were suddenly disrupted, as if a demon had come to stir up trouble.
"Not bad, not bad at all. It's been a long time since I've seen such a promising student. Third junior brother, you've been keeping a low profile. You've gathered many times without saying a word. If I hadn't come today, I wouldn't have known that our martial arts school has produced a genius."
The one clapping was a long-haired man with a scar above his right eye, a sinister face, vertical pupils, wearing black clothes, and hands with scale-like patterns and slender fingers.
At the Fushan Martial Arts School, the main meat cultivation and training methods taught are Fushan beef, but there are other martial arts as well. Seeing these marks, Dao Chengyi recognized that this was his second senior brother, Yin Liujiao, nicknamed Yin Lin She.
Unlike his third and fourth senior brothers, he belonged to the eldest young master's side. Recently, due to the struggle for the position of family head, friction has also arisen among them, although such friction has always existed.
"What's the use of telling you! You're out there doing that stupid thing for my own amusement all day long, have you ever gone back to the martial arts school to teach even once?"
Mu Jian scoffed at Yin Liujiao, and Yin Liujiao's expression froze upon hearing this, but she quickly regained her smile.
"Isn't that all for the sake of the Mu family? But since you put it that way, junior brother, today is a good day. Why don't I teach this prodigy a lesson!"
Seeing that clearly ill-intentioned gaze, Dao Chengyi naturally wouldn't accept it.
"Thank you for your kindness, senior brother, but I was quite exhausted during our sparring session and can hardly accept your offer."
What if this person uses trickery, poison, or underhanded tactics? Wouldn't that expose something? Dao Chengyi's refusal did not dampen Yin Liujiao's enthusiasm.
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