After wandering around, Yun Shou arrived at a refined clubhouse where scholars gathered.
I stayed inside for half an hour.
Walk out.
"Boring."
Yun Shou felt that the hype in various works was excessive.
They were wearing more clothes than the female anchors in short videos, and they all smelled strongly.
If you want to see something even more revealing, you have to spend ten taels of silver to get into the inner area.
His money was only enough to watch a short dance or listen to a little music, not enough to watch the main show. Yun Shou knew that it was wrong to freeload, so he would just watch since he had no money.
A martial artist is a martial artist, but he cannot transform from a human into a beast.
The air was filled with the smell of burning incense, which he had to counteract by using his internal energy, because Yun Shou was afraid that he might lose control and tear him apart, although drugs that could make him lose control were rare.
"Damn it, does this mean I'll only ever be in a passive position from now on?"
Mood -1.
I passed by a martial arts school, Benlei Martial Arts School, one of the three major martial arts schools in Qingcheng. The archway was decorated with a fist that looked like a thunderbolt.
Standing at the entrance is the martial arts school owner's third disciple, who is both demonstrating martial arts to attract customers and practicing martial arts himself.
Outsiders can only see the surface. Martial arts include various elements such as the surface movements and the internal breathing techniques. Even a grandmaster would find it difficult to deduce the martial arts of someone simply by watching them practice.
"Thunderbolt Fist, the punch is as loud as a thunderclap!"
When the disciple demonstrated, Yun Shou noticed the trembling and subtle changes in the muscles of his bare arm, and knew that this young man (23 years old) was at least a second-rate martial artist who had just used his internal energy.
After performing his routine, the disciple clasped his hands in a fist salute to the onlookers, inviting any martial artists among them to try his skills.
Yun Shou watched the spectacle for a while, and seeing that the disciple had performed the martial arts three times, but no one dared to step forward to fight even when someone else was replaced, he left in disappointment.
"A waste of time."
He wandered around aimlessly, and as if by fate, a newly erected wooden and stone arena draped with red cloth appeared before him. An old man sat in front of the arena, writing in the registration book.
Yun Shou: "..."
He felt that this was not good.
They've already retaliated twice in the simulations, this time...
"Real life won't interfere with their life's most important event, but the registration deadline is the day after tomorrow, so they can still sabotage it twice in the simulation."
Looking at the middle-aged and young men around him who were enthusiastically signing up, Yun Shou couldn't help but think of something else.
"...Even without my intervention, and with Zhang Xiaoran, the Red Cliff Guest, giving up halfway through, would the young lady of the Lin family have any taste for anyone else?"
After all, in that simulation, only the two of them were first-class martial artists among all the participants; the strongest of the others were only second-class.
"To abandon a top-tier young talent and set one's sights on some second-rate nobody?! How could that be possible?!"
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
"Fine, next time I eliminate Zhang Xiaoran in the simulation, I'll also voluntarily withdraw and see if the final winner succeeds."
Yun Shou turned to leave, but suddenly stopped, as if a giant statue had risen behind him.
He was nearly 2.3 meters tall, like a giant, and his reddish skin and higher body temperature than normal made him even more so.
"Young man, you've also signed up for this competition?" The giant Zhang Xiaoran laughed heartily, patting Yun Shou's shoulder with a hand even bigger than Yun Shou's head: "Huh?"
The voice was surprised. Zhang Xiaoran had used considerable strength just now, enough to crush an adult—but he would stop in time, just using this to make Yun Shou, a young man, back down and prevent him from being seriously injured by other martial artists on the stage.
As a result, when the palm struck, Yun Shou didn't even flinch.
Third-rate? Zhang Xiaoran became interested and gradually increased the pressure on his palm.
Second-rate? A young genius, with the potential to become a master.
Wow, top-notch!
Feeling the ruddy-skinned man's energy almost penetrating his body, Yun Shou had a thought, his shoulder trembled slightly, and Zhang Xiaoran's palm bounced away as if electrocuted.
The red-skinned giant's attitude shifted from relaxed to appreciative, then to praising, and finally to astonished.
And the current horror.
That level of power is something that even a first-rate martial artist cannot possess!
A martial arts master! This kid is a martial arts master!
Wait, a martial artist's internal energy isn't that powerful, is it?
Zhang Xiaoran was stunned. Because he was tall and strong since childhood, his friends called him a freak. Later, when he embarked on the path of martial arts, his master also said that he had an extraordinary physique and that he was as strong as a monster, with few rivals in the same realm.
But this kid is the real monster!
...Could it be some old, immortal grandmaster who has returned to youth and is just playing a trick on me?
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People often assume he's simple-minded because of his strong physique, but he's actually incredibly smart.
With her mind racing, Zhang Xiaoran made full use of the information she had and began to think.
Since this senior is pretending to be young and living a carefree life, he certainly doesn't want anyone to see through his act.
So I'll pretend I didn't notice anything... Wait a minute!
The senior demonstrated his strength and deflected my palm, so he must know that I know he is a master. If I pretend that I don't know anything, wouldn't that be making a fool of the senior?
"..." Yun Shou jumped up and waved his hand in front of Zhang Xiaoran.
The giant man was stuck in place after his hand was flung away, and remained stunned for more than half a minute.
Zhang Xiaoran finally realized what was happening and hurriedly clasped his hands in greeting: "Greetings, thank you for disturbing me, young senior brother!"
"Do you want to listen to what you're saying?" Yun Shou asked, glancing sideways.
"I mean... I won't disturb your leisure any longer, young brother. Farewell!" Zhang Xiaoran clasped his hands in a fist salute again, then turned around and quickly walked in another direction. Once out of Yun Shou's sight, he even started jogging.
Before, I played some low-level arena matches, but my mentality of smurfing has completely disappeared. Now I just want to get as far away as possible.
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