Martial Arts Godhood: At the Start, Rebels Asked Me to Be an Undercover Agent

"Wen Lujia, is she very famous?" Xiao Wang asked.

"My goodness! You're someone who wanted to apply to Yuanshan Martial Arts Academy? Wen Lujia graduated from Yuanshan Martial Arts Academy. I heard that when she graduated, she had already broken through the first limit of martial arts. She was originally supposed to be specially recruited into the inner city, but for some reason, she didn't get in and went to the police station instead. She's a star figure in the police station, getting promoted almost every year. In four years, she became the deputy captain, and I estimate she'll be promoted to captain in the next year or two. Do you know what the key is?"

"What?"

"The key is that she's also very beautiful, I heard," Guan Chaoyang said, drawing an arc on his chest, ""very big."

Have you seen it before? Just say it's big.

"Although I haven't seen it myself, that's what everyone says."

"Do you know the others?" Xiao Wang continued to press, still without directly naming Hu Guangzhong.

"The others each have their own unique skills. For example, I heard that Captain Hu Guangzhong is incredibly skilled with rocket launchers, has an excellent level of firearms proficiency, and is also quite good at hand-to-hand combat."

Xiao Wang listened and said, "Looks like he's a genius. No wonder he became the captain."

"Who says otherwise? I don't aspire to be a captain; I'd be happy just to be a regular employee at the police station."

"Where did you hear all this from?" Xiao Wang asked suspiciously, trying to find out the source of his information.

"Isn't my dad a doctor? The police station is a place where blood is often spilled. My dad has treated quite a few police officers. I've heard what they said, and I've also heard what my dad said."

"No wonder."

As they walked toward the classroom, Bian Xiaolan came up the stairs and saw them with their arms around each other.

"My sons, quickly help your mother up."

"twitter."

Guan Chaoyang and Xiao Wang immediately took turns carrying Bian Xiaolan, one on each side, and headed towards the classroom.

The morning's academic classes ended quickly.

After school at noon, Xiao Wang had a quick meal in the cafeteria and went directly to Zhongxing Martial Arts Hall instead of going to the martial arts training hall.

All three—master and disciples—were present.

"You're here?" Wei Zhongxing said simply after seeing Xiao Wang.

Xiao Wang bowed to Wei Zhongxing and, without wasting any words, said directly, "Please teach me combat techniques, Master."

"You're pretty proactive, kid. Putting aside all the other nonsense, at least you've shown the attitude."

Xiao Wang put down his schoolbag, went to Wei Zhongxing's side, and pleaded again, "Please teach me combat skills, Master."

"Alright, alright, I'm not deaf. There are still a few months until the martial arts academy's entrance exam, right? A few months is more than enough time to learn a combat skill. Once I've learned one skill, it should be enough to pass the entrance exam."

Wei Zhongxing said this, but Xiao Wang no longer thought so. Yesterday he may have thought there was nothing wrong with what he said, but knowing that Hu Guangzhong might be transferred to the inner city in a month, time became urgent.

If you can learn a combat skill within this month, the probability of killing Hu Guangzhong will greatly increase.

"Have you studied boxing and breathing techniques?" Wei Zhongxing asked Xiao Wang.

"I've only learned the Yuanyang Breathing Method, which is commonly used in schools, and the 149 version of the common boxing technique."

These are two fist techniques and breathing methods created by the Federation for all martial arts students to learn. The so-called 149 version of universal fist techniques refers to the basic popular fist techniques compiled by the Martial Arts Alliance in the 149th year of the Federation calendar.

"Doesn't that mean I haven't learned it at all?"

Wei Zhongxing's comment wasn't too surprising, after all, Xiao Wang was a student who didn't even know combat skills, so how could he have learned other fist techniques and breathing methods?

He knew that many schools nowadays prioritize firearms over martial arts, and martial arts students are basically self-taught.

However, these two techniques, which can be used as popular skills for martial arts students, naturally have their reasons and advantages.

"How's your learning going?"

"It should be... alright." Xiao Wang thought of his record at school. No one had ever been able to defeat him in the school's martial arts training hall.

"He's quite confident. Second brother, let's test his strength."

"Yes." Linghu Ke said, standing up and standing opposite Xiao Wang in the courtyard.

"Don't kill him like you did with Cheng Hu yesterday. Let's exchange a few more blows and see how well he combines his breathing techniques with his fist and foot skills."

"Yes," Linghu Ke replied respectfully.

Xiao Wang: ? ? ?

So I'm just an ant, someone you casually mentioned and then you just killed me instantly.

Linghu Ke cupped his hands in greeting to Xiao Wang, "Junior brother, just attack me with all your might."

"Then I won't stand on ceremony."

After yesterday's match with Cheng Hu, Xiao Wang knew that the gap between them was obvious, and even if he went all out, he might not be able to hurt the other party in the slightest.

"Please, junior brother," Linghu Ke said.

Xiao Wang was truly unceremonious, swinging one leg back, crouching slightly, tensing all his muscles, and adjusting his breathing at the same time.

He charged forward and launched the first attack.

Xiao Wang's right fist came straight at Linghu Ke's face. It looked powerful and fast, but Linghu Ke did not dodge. Instead, he stretched out his right hand and easily grabbed Xiao Wang's fist. Then he pushed it in front of him, and Xiao Wang's entire body shifted forward, almost losing his balance.

But soon, Xiao Wang stepped forward, steadied himself, and at the same time turned and swept his leg straight at Linghu Ke's abdomen. Linghu Ke took a step back and moved his body slightly forward.

At the same time, clench your right fist.

Gathering strength.

He threw a punch at Xiao Wang's feet.

Xiao Wang was slightly surprised when he saw this. He knew that the strength in the hands was usually much less than that in the legs. If it was an evenly matched opponent, taking the blow head-on could break the bones in the arm on the spot.

However, Linghu Ke did not hesitate at all.

It collided head-on with Xiao Wang.

boom!

A dull thud was heard, and Xiao Wang was immediately knocked back three steps, while Linghu Ke remained standing still.

After Xiao Wang stood still, he recalled the punching exchange. He noticed that Linghu Ke's punches started slowly, but gradually became faster and faster as he threw them. By the time the punches collided with his own legs, he could only see the afterimage of Linghu Ke's fists.

At the same time, he felt that Linghu Ke's power was extremely profound, like ocean waves, continuous and unending, unlike his own, which was just a brief burst of power.

"Continue," Wei Zhongxing called out from the side.

Upon hearing the sound, Xiao Wang, without taking a break, charged forward again, this time not using the same strategy as before, which was to defeat Linghu Ke in one strike. Instead, he changed his approach, using the 149 version of the basic fist technique to directly attack Linghu Ke.

But no matter how many punches he threw, he still couldn't get close to Linghu Ke.

Xiao Wang could sense that, in terms of sheer strength, Linghu Ke was no match for his senior brother Cheng Hu, but in terms of punching speed, accuracy, reaction speed, timing, and so on, Linghu Ke was superior to Cheng Hu.

The saying goes that one force can overcome ten techniques, so a huge gap in skill is certainly true. However, if it were a duel between Linghu Ke and Cheng Hu, Linghu Ke would likely have a clear advantage.

After several more rounds of matches, Xiao Wang was starting to feel breathless.

But he still couldn't get even half a step closer to Linghu Ke.

"Alright, that's enough."

The two stopped when Wei Zhongxing spoke.

"Thank you for your trouble, Second Senior Brother." Xiao Wang bowed to Linghu Ke.

"It's nothing."

Then Xiao Wang quickly turned his gaze to Wei Zhongxing and asked, "Master, how is it?"