The young man among the direct disciples shrugged and spoke.
"Your kung fu is not up to par yet, and you didn't use enough strength to attack me. He could be our future junior apprentice brother. What if you hurt him?"
"I am the most mature and stable one here..."
Before he could finish his words, Old Man Li interrupted him thoughtfully, "No, let Shan Ying go."
The young man asked in confusion: "Huh?"
Master was very concerned about this young man just now. Doesn’t he seem to like him very much
Why let Junior Sister... This is terrible. I'm afraid she will be traumatized before she even gets started.
The young man looked at Xue Jing with pity.
“Yeah!”
The girl named Takeyama Ying cheered, and her bright and lively eyes curved into two crescents.
There was no sight of how she moved, but she suddenly flashed and came to Xue Jing's side at an extremely fast speed.
She reached out and held Xue Jing's hand, then walked quickly towards the nearest arena.
"Little Junior Brother, follow me!"
Xue Jing's eyes moved. This speed...
He did not resist and let the girl's soft little hand lead him forward.
The cat sitting on the armrest of the wheelchair pouted, feeling a little unhappy for some reason.
After Zhu Shanying led Xue Jing to the ring, he let go of his hand, then did two backflips and gracefully jumped to the opposite side of Xue Jing. He clasped his fists towards Xue Jing and smiled with his eyes curved:
"Junior brother, please give me more advice!"
Xue Jing was somewhat amazed at the agility he displayed. A backflip was not difficult, but to do it to a level that was lighter and more natural than a cat was a whole different level of difficulty.
This was the first time he faced someone who had truly practiced martial arts, and he felt a little excited.
He imitated the girl, clasped his fists and said, "Please give me your guidance."
As they took their positions, the surrounding disciples also gathered around to watch.
"Hey, hey, hey, what's going on? Isn't that guy here to challenge us? And the owner is asking him all sorts of questions like he's on a blind date. What's going on now? I don't understand."
"That's right, I don't understand either... Anyway, since it was Senior Sister Zhu who took action, he will definitely be in a miserable state."
"I bet fifty cents that he'll at least lose one hand and one foot."
"Be confident. I bet five bucks that all my limbs will be broken."
"Tsk, tsk, how pitiful."
Xue Jing inexplicably discovered that almost everyone around him looked at him with a hint of pity that he could not understand.
At this time, the young man walked to the middle of the ring, patted Xue Jing on the shoulder, and said comfortingly: "Be careful, if you feel that you can't do it, just admit defeat quickly, I will come to save you immediately."
Xue Jing: “…”
"Then..." The young man stood between the two of them, raised his right hand, and waved it down, "Begin."
After saying that, he immediately jumped back out of the ring.
"Little Junior Brother, be careful!"
Takeyama Ying showed a happy smile, took a step forward, and shot out like an arrow from a bow, at an incredibly fast speed.
She clenched her hands into fists and hit Xue Jing.
Then... Xue Jing grabbed his wrist and threw him over his shoulder, slamming him to the ground.
"Bang!"
He threw the ball without reservation, even using all his strength, with such force that the entire arena shook violently.
The girl fell directly to the ground and fell into a baby-like sleep on the spot.
"Huh?" The disciples who were watching.
"Huh?" The young master looked confused.
The other two disciples who looked like father and daughter, who had not spoken since they came in, couldn't help but glance at the young man standing on the ring.
The cat's eyes were filled with pride, and its tail couldn't help but wag from side to side.
The entire dojo fell into an eerie silence.
"So... did I succeed in kicking the club?"
Xue Jing stood on the ring and looked at Li Qi who was sitting in a wheelchair, wondering.
"… "
In silence, Li Qi looked at Xue Jing, then looked at the cat on the armrest, and sighed:
"… You really found a good candidate for me."
…
On the way home, Maomao squatted on Xue Jing's shoulder, looking very proud:
"You have never practiced martial arts, but you were able to defeat the disciple of Canglong Dojo. From now on, you can go to Canglong Dojo at any time and receive the teachings of old man Li for free. No one dares to complain."
"And I don't have to owe Old Man Li a big favor for this. Instead, Old Man Li should thank me for giving him a good disciple like you."
"Winwin, win-win, we win twice."
The tail swept across Xue Jing's cheek, bringing a soft itch. He thought for a moment and said:
"I didn't expect it to end so quickly. I thought the direct disciple of Canglong Dojo would be very strong, and I was prepared to be beaten up."
"You didn't think it was wrong." said Maomao.
"In fact, that girl is really strong, much stronger than you are now."
Xue Jing asked in confusion: "Why?"
Maomao smiled and said, "I would like to ask you, why does being stronger mean you will definitely win?"
"There are countless examples of the weak defeating the strong in this world. Some people even led 100,000 soldiers but still couldn't defeat an enemy with 800 men. If such a huge gap can be reversed, what about you and that girl?"
"Martial arts is not about comparing numbers. There is no such thing as a person with a bigger number who will definitely win. Mood, state, will, intelligence, decision-making... even a tiny bit of luck can be the key to winning or losing."
"If that girl had been more cautious and hadn't used such a powerful fist to start, if she had known a little about you and your reaction speed, if she had used her strength to protect her whole body beforehand, if you hadn't used all your strength to kill her in one fell swoop after seizing the opportunity..."
Maomao said meaningfully.
"If any tiny factor were changed, she would still be able to beat you, but the undoubted fact is that she lost."
"This is the world of martial artists."
Xue Jing seemed to understand something.
"This is also a good warning for you. With your talent, I think you will become very strong in the future, but you must not become too arrogant, otherwise something like what happened today might happen."
Maomao warned.
Xue Jing smiled and said, "I will pay attention, Teacher Wan."
Hearing this name, Maomao nodded with satisfaction.
[You experienced a battle where the weak defeated the strong, combat experience +211]
[You have experienced a battle where the weak defeated the strong, fitness experience +121]
[You have experienced a battle where the weak defeated the strong, and you feel happy. Health experience points +89]
[You have experienced a battle where the weak defeated the strong, aiming for experience points +56]
[You experienced a battle where the weak defeated the strong, and your luck experience points increased by 139]
[Fighting level increased to Lv2 (107/500)]
Xue Jing glanced at the prompt on the panel, felt his body becoming stronger, smiled silently, and a sense of satisfaction emerged in his heart.
"By the way, you can be so harsh on a girl who I feel sorry for without hesitation. You don't have any misogyny, do you?"
Maomao suddenly asked.
Xue Jing looked at it strangely and shook his head.
"No, it's just that I'm a true feminist. I treat men and women the same..."
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Chapter 29 Just Call Me Master Jing
The next morning, Xue Jing woke up, washed himself, prepared breakfast for the sleeping cat, and immediately went out, took the bus to Dongcheng District, and entered the office building where Canglong Dojo was located.
He took the elevator to the 17th floor and entered the main door. He saw the cheongsam girl who had received him yesterday sitting at the front desk.
Xue Jing walked forward, knocked on the front desk, and said with a smile:
"Morning."
Because she came to work early, the cheongsam girl, who was yawning and secretly playing with her cell phone, was suddenly startled. She looked up and saw that it was Xue Jing. She quickly put away her cell phone and stood up.
"Good... good morning, Master Xue."
Young master
Xue Jing was not used to this name which sounded a bit corrupt.
He waved his hand, sighed, and said modestly: "Why call me Young Master? There's no need to be so respectful. Just call me Master Jing."
Cheongsam girl: “…”
I feel this title is much more excessive than young master.
But she still spoke immediately, smiling sweetly: "Yes, Master Jing~"
"Yeah." Xue Jing responded, and now he felt much more comfortable.
After he defeated Takeyama Ying, who was his direct disciple yesterday, Li Qi announced on the spot that he would accept him as his disciple, and Canglong Dojo had another direct disciple.
From then on, he became the direct disciple of Canglong Dojo, and his status was second only to the owner Li Qi. When ordinary disciples saw him, they had to respectfully call him "junior brother", and staff members who were not disciples had to call him "young master".
"It feels like I have suddenly crossed the class barrier..."
Xue Jing thought to himself, left the front desk and walked into the dojo.
The cheongsam girl looked at his back until he disappeared from her sight, then she sat down with a sense of loss.
Xue Jing walked straight all the way and arrived directly at the training hall.
It was still early at this time, and there were only a few diligent ordinary disciples in the training hall. When they saw him come in, they all greeted him, calling him "Junior Brother" and were quite respectful.
This was one of the reasons why Ning Fengwan allowed him to enter the dojo in the form of a "kick-in". After what happened yesterday and seeing how powerful he was, no one would have any complaints about such a young and talented boy suddenly becoming a direct disciple.
"Junior brother~here, here."
Hearing a shout in his ear, Xue Jing turned around and saw that it was the handsome young man who was one of his direct disciples.
“… Senior Brother.” Xue Jing nodded at him and said with a smile.
The young man smiled and said cheerfully: "My last name is Chen, and my given name is Fuguang. You can just call me Brother Chen."
"Come with me, little brother. I've been waiting for you for a while."
After saying that, Bento took the lead and walked out of the training hall.
Xue Jing stood up and followed.
Chen Fuguang led the way and said:
"You are my direct disciple, so you have your own training room. I have already prepared it for you. You will practice in the training room from now on. I will show you the way first."
Xue Jing nodded, "Thank you for your help, Senior Brother."
"By the way, Senior Brother Chen, where are Master and the other senior brothers and sisters?"
He asked doubtfully.
"The master made an appointment with the doctor today. He has some chronic problems with his legs and feet, so he goes to the doctor to check on his condition every once in a while. He will be back soon." Chen Fuguang smiled and explained.