Chapter 2: The Ultimate Strength
To the west of Suiyang City, Liangshui Lane.
In the early morning of autumn, smoke is already rising from other places, and every household is cooking.
However, there is little smoke from cooking fires in Liangshui Lane because the people living here are all beggars and hooligans, who don't need to light fires.
Beggars will take whatever they can get and will never cook, after all, firewood costs money; thugs will rob here and there, but they will never work properly.
The boy's body, which was originally lying in the straw, suddenly opened his eyes, and Wang Yao was reincarnated.
Are you still in the Great Zhou? Is the reincarnation of a ghost immortal a rebirth through possession?
Wang Yao found that he had misunderstood some of the meanings, but that was okay, as it saved him from being a baby again.
Seventeen years old, also called Wang Yao, his parents died early, an orphan template...
His only property is this shabby courtyard, and his biggest obsession is to become a warrior and hang up the gang leader and give him a beating.
It’s a simple and crude wish, I will do it, Wang Yao silently made a promise in his heart, after all, it’s not difficult, right?
Pulling off the straw on his body, Wang Yao turned over and got out of bed, then put on his outer clothes, a long blue cloth gown which was worn but very clean.
"Gulu, gurgle."
He heard his stomach rumbling. He was so hungry that Wang Yao crawled under the bed and took out all the belongings he had accumulated, twenty copper coins.
Avoiding the sewage pit in Liangshui Lane, Wang Yao followed his memory and came to the noodle stall. He usually only came here to eat during festivals.
"Boss, a bowl of plain noodles, add one ounce."
"Hey, Wang Ge'er, is the sun rising from the west?"
The noodle stall owner saw Wang Yao coming to his stall to eat noodles today and made a joke.
Wang Yao knew that the boss was just joking, so he rolled his eyes at him and sat down to wait.
"Wang Ge'er, enjoy your noodles."
Wang Yao didn't hesitate and just started eating. However, just after he had taken a few bites, a loud noise broke out.
"Boss, it's time to pay this month's share."
"I just handed it in a few days ago, and your eldest brother came to collect it personally."
"The price has gone up. Don't you see there are soldiers everywhere? Pay more to be safe. Hurry up!"
Wang Yao couldn't even eat noodles in peace. He looked up and saw a few arrogant hooligans in short sleeves making trouble.
The noodle stall owner bowed his head and begged for mercy, "Please give me two days' grace. My mother is sick and needs money for medicine."
"You are shameless! Search them." The leading hooligans gave the order, and the customers at the noodle stall dared not eat anymore and left one after another.
Wang Yao didn't move. He gave him the money, so why shouldn't he finish his meal? After all, the boss put two extra pieces of meat in his noodles.
"Ding, the check-in location has been refreshed. Suiyang City, the martial arts arena."
After hearing the voice, Wang Yao felt more confident. He didn't expect the system to give him a task, so he decided to give it a try first.
"What's wrong with you, little beggar? Are you looking for a beating?" Seeing that Wang Yao didn't leave and was still eating noodles, a ruffian came up and tried to grab Wang Yao.
Wang Yao covered the rascal's face with the bowl of remaining noodle soup. The rascal couldn't react in time and was covered in the face.
The other ruffians also reacted and rushed over to beat Wang Yao up.
"Come and chase me, please beat me to death!" Wang Yao raised his middle finger, turned around and ran away.
A few ruffians were furious. Although they didn't know what Wang Yao meant by raising his middle finger, but listen, is that what human language means? Is he asking to be beaten to death?
They chased each other all the way. Wang Yao relied on the memory of his original body to take various detours and finally arrived at the martial arts hall without being caught.
"Stop, what are you doing?" Two martial arts disciples stopped Wang Yao, and they seemed to be very disgusted with Wang Yao's poverty.
Wang Yao said arrogantly, "Challenging the gym? Why doesn't your gym allow anyone to challenge me? Or do you just not dare?"
When the two martial arts disciples heard Wang Yao's words, they were unable to refute him. They made way and hurriedly ran forward to report.
Wang Yao actually felt a little guilty. If the reward was not useful, he might really get beaten up.
When Wang Yao entered the martial arts hall, two rows of disciples wearing gray robes were already lined up waiting, and the arena was behind the passage they formed.
Every disciple's face flushed red, and their eyes were all fixed on Wang Yao. It was too humiliating to challenge him.
Wang Yao didn't expect this to happen. He swallowed his saliva, straightened his chest, and walked through the passage with great confidence. He couldn't lose the formation.
The moment he stepped onto the stage, "Ding, the host has arrived at the sign-in location. Do you want to sign in?"
“Sign in!”
"Ding, congratulations to the host, the sign-in is successful! Received a two-star reward, a great effort!"
Before Wang Yao could figure out what this reward meant, the transformation had already begun. There was a crackling sound inside his body, and his skin, flesh, bones, and internal organs were all being strengthened.
"It's so comfortable~" Wang Yao didn't feel any pain. Instead, he felt like he was receiving a one-stop service and even cried out in comfort.
The disciples and instructors of the martial arts school below the stage couldn't help but wonder, is this a pervert? He feels so comfortable before the fight even starts.
A disciple immediately jumped onto the stage, clasped his fists towards Wang Yao, and said, "Sir, may we begin?"
Wang Yao still had his eyes closed, unaware of the movements outside, or even if he did, he was too lazy to care. The feeling of his strength growing stronger every minute was simply too wonderful.
Seeing Wang Yao's lack of etiquette, the martial arts disciple who challenged him became furious and rushed towards Wang Yao with all his strength, hitting Wang Yao's stomach with two punches.
However, the force of these two punches was like a drop in the ocean, and did not cause Wang Yao to move at all. Wang Yao did not move subjectively, but that did not mean that his body would not fight back instinctively.
The next moment, Wang Yao's belly bulged slightly, and a fist popped out of his belly.
The disciple was horrified and had no time to call for help. His clothes exploded and he flew backwards, and a large number of martial arts disciples who were holding him fell down as well.
There was a wailing sound from under the ring. Several martial arts instructors looked very embarrassed and whispered to each other.
After the discussion, one instructor quickly ran to the backyard, while the others jumped onto the stage.
As a result, there were several more coaches injured and bleeding under the ring.
"Hahaha, little brother, you are very good at martial arts. How about Yang come over and fight a few moves with you?" A man wearing a dark flowered satin robe, with black hair and a rosy face jumped over from the eaves of the backyard.
Wang Yao's strengthening was finally completed at this time. He originally wanted to indulge in it for a while longer, but when he heard the sound, he had to open his eyes.
"Young man, you are so powerful, why do you want to make things difficult for these youngsters? It seems that you want to be a slave in my Suiyang Martial Arts School for a few years." The owner of the school, surnamed Yang, stood on the side of the ring, looking at his disciples lying on the ground below, his face very gloomy.
"Master, avenge us!"
"Master, give this brat a lesson."
"The owner hasn't fought since he became a Xiantian, so I don't know how strong he is."
"Target slave?" Did I do this? Wang Yao glanced at the miserable scene around Yiquan, speechless. But so what?
"Take my punch first, then we can talk about other things." Without saying a word, Wang Yao bulged the muscles in his right arm and punched the man.
Wang Yao had just gained the strength of nine oxen and two tigers, and was not very familiar with it, so he did not use his full strength when he came up. "Buzz", bursts of air roaring sounds were heard.
Only then did the owner surnamed Yang realize that Wang Yao's strength was so great that he could create an air explosion sound with just his body, but it was too late for him to retreat.
He could only forcibly mobilize the innate true energy in his body. A ball of milky white true energy wrapped around his right fist, "Wu Ya", he was going to fight fist to fist.
"Bang!"
The two fists collided, creating a gust of air that knocked down the disciples and instructors who were about to watch the master teach Wang Yao a lesson.
Wang Yao continued to punch without moving, while the owner surnamed Yang fell under the ring, his fist bleeding, his right arm broken, and he was unconscious.
Even so, Wang Yao was still a little dissatisfied, because it was still a bit cheap for him, daring to ask me to be a "target slave"
At this time, several people lying on the wall of the martial arts hall were also stunned and their bodies could not help shaking. Wang Yao glanced over and several people fell down in fright.
It turned out to be those ruffians. I was too lazy to chase them, but I still had to beat up their leader and deal with them together later.
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