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Chapter 62: Is He On Drugs?
Chapter 62: Is He On Drugs?
"Which dojo does that disciple belong to? He looks good, but he's a bit too young."
"What's Li Zhaoquan up to, picking on a kid?"
Disciples from various schools gathered around, curious about the commotion.
Zhang Daqing chimed in, "I heard he's the newly accepted disciple of the Canglong Dojo, making his first public appearance today."
"Canglong Dojo? So, he's the personal disciple of the 'Dragon King'? "
"Why not hold an initiation ceremony to celebrate? It's been quiet in our circles lately; a little excitement wouldn't hurt."
"You're mistaken; the master is known for his low-key approach to accepting disciples. Aside from the first disciple, Meng Bo Shang, not much is known about the others."
A group of martial artists engaged in a lively discussion.
Fame and reputation were of utmost importance for martial artists of that era, especially those seeking to make a living from their craft.
As a result, renowned martial artists would never engage in a fight lightly. If one party lost, their reputation would be damaged, and even if they did fight, it would be behind closed doors, with the outcome kept confidential.
Only when there was an irreconcilable conflict would they openly challenge each other, putting their reputations and lives on the line.
From this, a custom known as 'hand-testing' emerged among martial artists.
Skilled martial artists had their prowess ingrained in their bones. By simply joining arms, they could gauge each other's strength by the subtle exchange of force, avoiding public conflict and maintaining harmony—a form of 'soft sparring.'
Upon hearing the suggestion of hand-testing, Xue Jing didn't show any concern.
Being new to the martial arts world, he wasn't familiar with its customs and simply viewed it as a form of greeting among martial artists.
He extended his right hand and joined arms with his opponent, the visual contrast between their arms resembling that of a child and an adult.
"They're hand-testing! This will be interesting. Li Zhaoquan loves to show off his strength like this. Many have suffered at his hands!"
"The Tiger Spirit Dojo specializes in cultivating raw power and refining the flesh. This young man is in for a rude awakening."
Hearing the whispers of the onlooking disciples, Pei Youguang considered warning Brother Jing, but a glance at his older brother, Pei Tiancheng, made him hesitate.
However, the situation in the arena had already taken a turn.
As soon as Xue Jing joined arms with his opponent, he felt an overwhelming force, like a tidal wave, surge through their connected arms. It was completely unexpected.
Xueheng blinked, his expression unchanged as he channeled his might, pushing against his opponent.
"Hmm?" Li Zhaoquan's face twitched slightly.
He felt as if he were not sparring with an underage teenager but rather pressing against an agitated water buffalo.
'This isn't good! I can't suppress him!' Li Zhaoquan gritted his teeth and continued to exert force, his face flushing as his arm began to tremble slightly.
'This guy has quite a bit of strength,' Xuejing thought, glancing at his opponent with surprise.
With his array of skills and days of practicing the Vibrating Armor Technique, his five bodies had been tempered, and his strength had increased rapidly. Although he hadn't tested it, his bare-fisted punch was easily over 800 kilograms, and his physical prowess could be described as explosively strong.
Yet, the man in front of him seemed to be subtly overpowering him, suggesting that he might be slightly stronger in terms of raw power.
"Interesting," Xuejing narrowed his eyes, intrigued.
He directly willed it, and the Twin Powers surged, doubling his strength instantly.
"Crack..."
In less than half a second, a barely audible sound of cracking bones echoed.
Li Zhaoquan's expression changed slightly, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He slowly withdrew his right hand.
Maintaining his composure, he bowed to Xuejing and introduced himself loudly, "As expected of a disciple of the Canglong Dojo. I am Li Zhaoquan!"
Xuejing also retracted his hand and returned the bow with a smile, "Xuejing."
"Well, Brother Xuejing, let's have tea sometime. But now is work time, so I'll have to take a rain check. Oh, and I need to use the restroom urgently!"
Li Zhaoquan spoke in a hurried tone.
Seeing Xuejing nodding with a smile, he turned and walked towards the entrance at a casual pace.
"That's it?" The crowd was a bit puzzled.
Not far away, Zhang Daqing sensed that something was amiss.
'What's going on? When did this brute become so polite?' He thought to himself, then quietly followed Li Zhaoquan out the door.
As he turned a corner in the corridor, Zhang Daqing witnessed Li Zhaoquan suddenly hunching over and massaging his right forearm with his left hand, his face contorted in pain.
"Ouch!"
Li Zhaoquan's right arm was still trembling uncontrollably, like someone suffering from Parkinson's.
He grimaced in pain, his face twisted in agony. "What the hell! What monster is this kid?"
He looked at his uncontrollably shaking arm, secretly regretting his impulsive action.
How could a newcomer to the martial arts world possibly possess such strength? Li Zhaoquan thought that the boy must have been weight-training since he was in the womb, and he wouldn't be surprised if he was born holding dumbbells.
"Umm... what are you doing?"
Suddenly, a voice that Li Zhaoquan absolutely didn't want to hear at this moment sounded from behind him.
He immediately straightened up and turned around casually, facing Zhang Daqing, who wore a smirk.
"Nothing, just need to take a piss. Do you know where the restroom is?"
Li Zhaoquan tried to hide his still-trembling right hand behind him as he asked nonchalantly.
Zhang Daqing clicked his tongue. "Keep pretending. I'm watching you."
Li Zhaoquan's jaw clenched.
"You're asking me when you already know. What the hell?"
He gave up pretending and continued to massage his right forearm, occasionally letting out a hiss of pain.
Zhang Daqing found the whole situation amusing, but he was also secretly shocked.
Who exactly was this new disciple of the Canglong Dojo? He seemed to have surpassed Li Zhaoquan in terms of raw power. Could he be on drugs or something?
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(End of Chapter)
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