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Chapter 89: Premonition
Chapter 89: Premonition
The next day, according to the agreement, Zeng Shixiong arrived on the second floor and led Jiang Cheng into a training room. Soon after, the sound of weapons clashing could be heard from within.
The onlookers outside were not particularly surprised.
Because the previous day, at the dinner table, Jiang Cheng had already mentioned asking Zeng Shixiong for personal guidance.
In their eyes, Jiang Cheng's request for guidance was merely a pretext to get closer to Zeng Shixiong, hoping to meet the Master of the Martial Arts Academy and access the secret martial arts.
They had also considered various approaches, and some even tried bribing the disciples, but the outcome was predictable; not only was it futile, but they also earned the label of having ulterior motives.
Jiang Cheng's approach was not entirely novel, but the difference was that he possessed genuine skills, and it was precisely because of this that the usually aloof Zeng Shixiong agreed.
Jiang Cheng indeed had the same intention.
However, there was also the goal of improving his staff technique proficiency.
The morning passed quickly, and Jiang Cheng was exhausted. Glancing at the time, it was almost twelve o'clock.
"Senior Apprentice Brother Zeng, let's end the morning training here. Thank you for your guidance."
Jiang Cheng smiled and said.
"It's nothing."
Zeng Zhiting waved his hand and said, "It's you who shouldn't push yourself too hard. Martial arts training is not something that can be achieved overnight."
"Yes, Senior Apprentice Brother Zeng."
Jiang Cheng heard the goodwill in his words and quickly responded.
"However," Zeng Zhiting shifted the topic, "Your progress is indeed visible to the naked eye, and it's very impressive."
Jiang Cheng smiled.
After bidding farewell to Zeng Shixiong and politely declining Lin Quan Liang's invitation to lunch, Jiang Cheng left the Martial Arts Academy.
It was already getting late, and he was exhausted. He didn't even feel like going back to cook, so he found a small street-side shop and ordered two bowls of rice with toppings.
He had spent 600 yuan just this morning.
But it was worth it! Previously, when sparring with Senior Sister Bai, his experience points in dual sticks increased by about one point per minute.
And this morning, when sparring with Zeng Shixiong, he gained 1.5 experience points per minute.
After four hours, despite taking breaks in between, his experience points in dual sticks had increased by more than 300.
In less than ten days, his dual stick proficiency would reach the Great Proficiency level, and at that time, he would be able to defeat Zeng Shixiong and meet the Master of the Martial Arts Academy.
Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng's fighting spirit soared.
Just as he was leaving the Martial Arts Academy, Zeng Zhiting also arrived on the third floor.
Unlike the first and second floors, the third floor had many rooms, and it was quiet as if no one was there.
Zeng Zhiting slowly walked down the corridor and paused in front of a room.
There seemed to be someone inside watching TV, and voices could be heard from time to time.
He hesitated for a moment and knocked on the door.
"Come in."
A voice came from inside the room.
Zeng Zhiting turned the doorknob, opened the door, and saw an elderly man in his fifties or sixties lying on the sofa, watching TV and occasionally bursting into laughter.
Hearing the noise, the old man asked without turning his head, "What's the matter?"
Zeng Zhiting closed the door, walked to the old man's side, respectfully called out, "Master," and then said, "Master, a promising member has recently joined the Martial Arts Academy, and his progress is very fast. I want to introduce him to you."
"Oh?"
The old man turned his head and looked at Zeng Zhiting in surprise.
He knew the temperaments and personalities of the few disciples he had taken in like the back of his hand.
Among them, aside from the senior disciple in the city, the one he valued the most was this second disciple standing before him.
Not only was his secret martial arts training speed faster than others, but his character was also excellent.
Anyone who caught his eye was definitely no ordinary person.
"How is he promising?"
The old man looked at the TV screen in front of him and asked.
"That member is just a street vendor, not yet twenty years old. Through his own practice, he has reached a proficient level in dual sticks and can spar with Zhao Shidi back and forth. After a few days of not seeing him, he has even mastered the technique. Today, after sparring with him for a morning, I noticed his rapid progress. If this pace continues, in less than half a month, without using his true abilities, I may not be his match.
Zeng Zhiting spoke, his tone filled with surprise.
"Oh? Is it really as powerful as you say?"
The elder's interest was piqued.
"I dare not deceive Master, and both Senior Sister Bai and Junior Brother Zhao can testify to this matter."
"Good."
The elder readily agreed.
"In a few days, bring him here, and let me see."
"Yes, Master. I've already told him that if he can defeat me with his staff technique, I'll bring him to you for guidance."
"So you're coming to me after the fact."
The elder chuckled silently.
"Anything else?"
"No."
Zeng Zhiting shook his head.
"Then go, don't delay my TV watching."
The elder waved his hand, looking impatient.
A smile appeared on Zeng Zhiting's face as he turned and left, gently closing the door behind him.
"Jiang Cheng, I've secured the opportunity for you. Whether you can impress Master is up to your abilities."
He thought to himself.
In reality, the reason he agreed to Jiang Cheng's half-day special training wasn't because he needed money, but because he saw Jiang Cheng's potential.
If it were someone else, like Lin Quan Liang, he would never have agreed.
...
In the afternoon, Jiang Cheng set up his stall on the street.
A few members of the Wild Wolf Gang were still around, and as usual, they approached anyone they saw to inspect them.
Jiang Cheng considered whether he should take the initiative and deal with these people first.
However, finding out where they lived wasn't easy, and with Wei Bao and his men having just died, the Wild Wolf Gang members would undoubtedly be more vigilant.
If exposed, it would be a loss.
Moreover, he had a premonition that if he didn't bother them, they would soon come looking for him.
He didn't care about a few Wild Wolf Gang members, but if he killed them all at his doorstep, it would be fine if the news didn't leak. However, if it did, it would undoubtedly attract the attention of the Wild Wolf Gang, and anyone who wasn't a fool could guess that Wei Bao's death was likely connected to him.
At that time, the Martial Arts Academy would definitely not side with him, as he was the one who caused trouble first.
But Jiang Cheng was clear in his mind that if time could flow backward, he would still do the same.
As evening approached, the streets gradually emptied, and the Wild Wolf Gang members had already disappeared by 4 or 5 in the afternoon.
Jiang Cheng packed up his stall, bought some sweet potatoes, and headed home.
As he got closer to home, he sensed something unusual, as if someone was watching him from the shadows.
But he couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.
"Am I being too cautious?"
Jiang Cheng muttered to himself. Just as he was about to reach home, there was a whoosh, and from the alleys in front and behind him, seven or eight people emerged, each holding a watermelon knife.
"Kid, you're finally back. I've been waiting for you here for ages," Wu Tian, the leader, said with a cold laugh.
Jiang Cheng silently reached behind his back and pulled out two iron rods.
"What are you trying to do? I'm from the Martial Arts Academy," Jiang Cheng said.
"I know you're from the Martial Arts Academy, but unfortunately, you won't have the chance to tell that little miss Bai about this. Attack!"
Wu Tian was a man of few words, and with a wave of his hand, the men on both sides immediately charged forward.
(End of Chapter)
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