Chapter 475: The Coach
Chapter 475: The Coach
Black Ring City.
Inside the apartment rented by Fang Xing.
Numerous food bags were scattered on the floor, and Fang Xing's muscles rippled as he sweated profusely.
"Eat!"
"The first step to martial arts training is eating!"
He placed a finger on the ground, and his entire body hovered in a peculiar posture, breathing at a unique frequency.
Inhale... Exhale...
"A robust physique naturally leads to powerful blood and energy... With sufficient mental strength, one can interfere with the circulation of blood and energy. This is the foundation of martial arts!"
All blood and flesh beings have the flow of blood and energy.
Therefore, martial arts have strong universality! It's just that in different worlds, they may have different expressions.
In an ordinary non-magical world, one might be slightly better at fighting than the average person, but they still need to be cautious around firearms.
In a moderately magical world, one could single-handedly defeat an army and shake the eight directions with their might.
In a highly magical world, a single thought could create a world, and they could fight until even the Dao was annihilated...
"It seems that this world is most likely non-magical or low-magic."
Fang Xing felt a bit disappointed.
"In this kind of world, if a Chaos Dao Lord of the Fourteenth Stage were to come, everything would be fine... Because the Dao is eternally present in all time and space, and their Dao can be seamlessly connected in all worlds..."
Don't be fooled by the lack of magic in this world. If it didn't have time, space, or the Dao of Heaven and Earth, how could it exist?
Alas, for a Celestial Immortal Master, without sensing the fluctuations of the Law, there is no use.
In this world, a Fourteenth Stage Chaos Dao Lord could rampage without fear, even creating and destroying worlds with a single thought. A Thirteenth Stage practitioner might just be an ordinary person.
A single realm's difference is like the difference between heaven and earth.
"The path of martial arts lies in the body and the mind..."
Fang Xing exhaled deeply, concluding his training for the day.
"After all, I'm not truly an ordinary person... Although my superhuman abilities cannot be manifested externally, after awakening, my innate essence can still be slightly stimulated to reach a superhuman level..."
For example, his Martial Dao Will!
Or the Great Sun Bodhimanda Spell!
Although they have been greatly weakened, they have made his digestion and physical abilities exceptionally developed. With just a small amount of food and exercise, he can achieve results far beyond ordinary people.
He is now known as the 'Human Limit'!
"My punch now has a strength of about 500 kilograms, enough to kill a person..."
Fang Xing clenched his fist.
Of course, martial arts are not just about punching power.
By integrating his entire body's strength and reaching the limit, his explosive power and agility have also significantly improved.
Moreover, with the use of firearms and tools, even when facing a small army, he can hold them off for a long time, causing heavy casualties, and even forcing them to retreat! After all, people are not machines, and an army with a casualty rate of over 10% may completely collapse!
Especially when facing unknown and mysterious enemies!
"Fear... is also a kind of power."
"I now have a slight ability to protect myself, so I can go and explore the superhumans in this world..."
Fang Xing put on a black windbreaker and prepared to go out.
As for Black Ring Private Mechanical College? He had naturally taken a leave of absence.
Due to his previous image as a good student, Montaque not only approved the leave quickly but also showed concern and asked if he needed any help.
...
"Storm Fighting Club?"
Fang Xing looked up at the sign and walked in.
This fighting club had a double-story structure, and a black-haired, straight-haired woman stood at the front desk to greet customers.
When she saw Fang Xing enter, a professional smile immediately appeared on her face: "Welcome, sir. Are you interested in joining our fighting club? We have a promotion going on right now. If you pre-charge 100 Black Sol, we'll give you an additional 20 Black Sol for free, which can be used to purchase nutritional meals, access public facilities like the shower room, and even hire a personal coach..."
She spoke very fluently, and who knows how many times she had repeated this sales pitch.
"Pre-charge? I never pre-charge. What if the boss runs away with my money?"
Fang Xing's face was cold and stern.
This pre-charging consumption is just like those financial speculations. You think you're getting a good deal, but in reality, they're eyeing your principal...
Besides, he wasn't here to find a master and learn.
The receptionist's smile froze.
Such words didn't sound like someone who was here to learn.
"Please call out your strongest fighter. I'm here to challenge your club!"
Fang Xing smiled, revealing his white teeth.
To explore whether this world had superhumans, he had no choice but to visit each place one by one, aside from asking around in the black market.
If there were superhumans in martial arts, they would surely encounter them.
...
A few minutes later.
Storm Fighting Club, around the arena.
"This kid... is here to challenge our club?"
A white, muscular man crossed his arms and let out a cold laugh.
He was the coach, Jarvis, wearing a semi-transparent sweatshirt that barely contained his thick arms, each as thick as a thigh.
In a non-magical world, the heavier one is, the stronger they are, and they have the advantage! A heavyweight boxing champion and a lightweight boxing champion are two completely different concepts.
Jarvis looked at Fang Xing's physique and immediately deemed him a lost cause.
When technique couldn't provide a crushing advantage, the basic physical attributes became the most significant difference.
Bang!
At that moment, Fang Xing lifted his leg high and kicked a young man wearing a white training uniform, sending him flying.
"Is this the level of your club's coach? I'm really disappointed..."
He shook his head, looking quite dismayed.
"You're too arrogant."
A coach leaped onto the stage, "Let me, Reck, take care of you."
He struck a pose, and a strange aura immediately gathered.
"It's Coach Reck's Tang Shou technique!"
Jarvis nodded; both he and Reck were coaches, and the latter was even slightly stronger than him.
Not only did he have physical advantages, but he also had skill to back it up!
Bang!
Reck clenched his fists and suddenly threw a punch.
His punch was a close-range strike, but it was extremely powerful, with his knuckles popping as he unleashed his unique technique.
Fang Xing casually waved his hand, and Reck's punch landed in thin air.
But at that moment, he felt a peculiar slippery force on Reck's wrist.
This wasn't some superhuman ability but a technique honed to perfection!
"Flowing Water Wrist!"
Reck's wrist slid, his knuckles popping, and it seemed as if his fingers had grown a few inches, aiming for Fang Xing's ribs.
This was a technique similar to Tongbei Fist!
Fang Xing's fingers retracted and lightly flicked.
Slap!
As if striking a snake's vital spot, Reck's fingers immediately retracted, and a trace of pain appeared on his face.
"What technique is this? I admit defeat..."
His face turned pale, and he stepped down from the stage.
"Coach Jarvis, it's your turn."
Several students and coaches nearby quickly turned their attention to Jarvis.
The white man had a hint of cold sweat on his forehead, "I...I have a stomachache and need to use the bathroom..."
As he spoke, he quickly hugged his stomach and fled the scene...
...
Steel Combat Club.
Bang!
Fang Xing casually threw a punch, knocking out a man as black as a giant gorilla, and looked around, "Anyone else?"
One by one, the muscular martial arts enthusiasts retreated, revealing a group of moaning men lying on the ground.
Phoenix Martial Arts Academy, Mystic Heart Fighting Club...
In just a few days, Fang Xing had kicked his way through the fighting clubs in Black Ring City, and then he became the invincible fighter.
Even in the martial arts world, legends about him began to spread.
"It's been so long...and not a single superhuman martial artist has come to challenge me?"
"It's not like the martial arts clubs are united, and they're sending stronger opponents after the smaller ones?"
Fang Xing walked down the alley, holding a hot dog, feeling speechless.
Just then, several figures appeared ahead.
"It's him!"
"The one who challenged the clubs!"
A bruised young man pointed at Fang Xing, his face filled with excitement.
Behind him were several burly men in black uniforms.
"Hmm? Another one? Unfortunately, they're not the opponents I'm looking for."
Fang Xing sighed.
After kicking around for so many days, he had harmed the interests of the entire Black Ring City's martial arts community, and he had also encountered a few instances of 'persuasion' from influential people.
However, their words didn't seem convincing enough, and instead, he ended up persuading them.
After reaching the limits of the human body, his senses were heightened, making it impossible for a large group to ambush him.
As for a small number of experts?
Fang Xing wasn't afraid at all; he even hoped to attract genuine superhuman martial artists to get a glimpse of the superhuman path in this world.
Unfortunately, he hadn't met a single superhuman martial artist, not even a truly skilled one.
After all, no matter how well you train in martial arts, it's no match for a revolver.
Even Fang Xing himself was always on guard against being shot in the back.
But this time, it wasn't like being shot in the back; instead, it seemed like a young master from a wealthy family had brought his bodyguards for revenge.
Several uniformed bodyguards surrounded him, and the young man with the bruised face stepped forward, his face turning red, and his fists clenched...
Suddenly!
He bent his body at a ninety-degree angle and shouted, "Coach, I want to learn martial arts! Please teach me!"
Fang Xing: "..."
...
A short while later.
Inside a street-side cafe.
Fang Xing slowly sipped a cup of hot cocoa, "So, your name is Shi Lei? You're the heir to the Shi Family Enterprise?"
The Shi Family Enterprise held significant influence in Black Ring City, primarily in the food business.
The more fundamental the business, such as energy and food, the more terrifying the background and power required to run it.
Fang Xing didn't mind using the Shi Family's influence to help him with some matters.
"Yes, but I have several older brothers...I love martial arts, and when I saw your punch, it was so cool!"
Shi Lei had distinct features and a simple expression, looking like a devoted fan.
"Teaching you is not impossible...but my private lessons are very expensive."
Fang Xing finished his hot cocoa, "Also...I'm very interested in ancient mysticism. If you can find clues or people related to this, I'll give you a gift that will surprise you."
After saying this, he placed a Black Sol under the coffee cup and strode out of the cafe.
...
"Young Master!"
After Fang Xing left, a bodyguard stepped forward and bowed respectfully.
"I want to know everything about him, of course, without tracking or being too obvious..."
Shi Lei lowered his voice; his love for martial arts was genuine, but that didn't mean he would readily accept someone with an unclear background.
"I understand, being cautious without provoking that gentleman..."
The bodyguard bowed, and their family had a set procedure for handling such matters, following it to minimize the chances of making a significant mistake.
(End of Chapter)
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