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

Xiao Wang stood there, watching An Han's retreating figure, and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

"Luckily, I don't think I have any past conflicts with her."

"I don't think so," Xiao Wang said, lost in thought.

Only after An Han had walked away did Xiao Wang head towards his classroom.

As soon as he entered the corridor, he saw Guan Chaoyang staring at him with a meaningful smile.

Xiao Wang approached, "Did you take the wrong medicine? You were smiling at me first thing in the morning, it was really scary."

"Tell me, have you and Goddess An made any real progress? I saw you two come together. You're not even going the same way, so there must be something going on."

Xiao Wang shuddered as he recalled An Han's laughter and whistling earlier. "If you want to pursue her, then go ahead."

"Bro, you're really a good friend to say that, but since you're a good friend, I should be a good friend too, right? Do you think I'm the kind of person who would steal a woman from my brother?"

"What? Stealing a woman from your brother? Which woman? You three were together?" Bian Xiaolan appeared out of nowhere, standing in front of the two men, looking at them with a strange expression. "Pervert!"

Xiao Wang shook his head and went straight into the classroom.

Bian Xiaolan pestered Guan Chaoyang, "Tell me, who's the other woman? You two aren't secretly comparing who's older or younger, are you?"

Xiao Wang: ? ? ?

Guan Chaoyang: ? ? ?

After the three of them sat down at the tables in front of and behind each other, Xiao Wang patted Bian Xiaolan on the head. Bian Xiaolan turned her head and asked, "What?"

"I just wanted to remind you."

"What are you reminding me of?"

"Don't be too curious about things you don't have; it will only hurt you."

Amidst the playful banter and laughter of the three, the school bell rang.

Guan Chaoyang mostly slept during academic classes, while Xiao Wang practiced breathing techniques with his eyes closed. Only Bian Xiaolan listened attentively. Her grades were only good enough for a vocational school, but if she wanted to work in the underground factory in the inner city, her grades would be a crucial factor.

The two classes passed quickly, and during the break, Chu Wenlong came to find Xiao Wang.

"Xiao Wang, let's have a match at the training hall this afternoon. You haven't been to the training hall for many days."

Xiao Wang glanced at Chu Wenlong and noticed that his muscle definition had changed considerably, but he didn't intend to fight him. He had to stake out Hu Guangzhong at the entrance of the police station.

"Let's wait a while, I've been a bit busy lately."

"All right."

Chu Wenlong listened and could only leave with a slight sense of disappointment.

After school at noon, Xiao Wang had a quick meal in the school cafeteria and then went straight to the police station.

To avoid arousing suspicion, this time he went to a food stall that was farther away, and ordered the same snack as before.

He ate slowly while keeping an eye on the entrance to the police station.

Jeeps continued to come and go through the main gate. Every time one came in or went out, Xiao Wang would stare intently, trying to make out the license plate. But throughout the afternoon, Xiao Wang changed several stalls, and even as darkness fell, he still couldn't find A4834.

So Xiao Wang had no choice but to get up and return to Zhongxing Martial Arts School.

Back at the martial arts school, Wei Zhongxing and his two disciples had already returned with the delivery.

Cheng Hu was cooking in the kitchen, while Wei Zhongxing and Linghu Ke were talking about something in the main room. After greeting his master and fellow disciples, Xiao Wang began practicing in the courtyard.

While staking out the police station during the day, he would practice breathing techniques while repeatedly reviewing every detail of his Tiger Fist in his mind.

After several hours of review, he gained many new insights.

Right now, in the courtyard, he is verifying these new insights he has gained over and over again.

After Wei Zhongxing and Linghu Ke finished their business, they sat down at the entrance of the main room, drinking tea and watching Xiao Wang's rehearsal.

He glanced at it casually, and then his eyes widened in shock.

"Hmm? This kid has actually improved again in just one day."

At this moment, Xiao Wang was completely unaware of Wei Zhongxing's gaze; his entire being was focused on his fist techniques and breathing exercises.

He followed the form of Tiger Legion, using his breathing technique with each punch, and tried each movement several times, even dozens or hundreds of times, until the intensity and fluency of his breathing technique were perfectly combined with the form of Tiger Legion before moving on to the next movement.

As he performed the entire set of movements, his Tiger Fist became increasingly fluid, and its integration with his breathing techniques became increasingly close and effective. With each punch, he could feel the dense and powerful aftereffects of his breathing.

After practicing for an hour, Cheng Hu's voice finally came.

"Dinner's ready."

Xiao Wangcai stopped what he was doing, washed his hands, and prepared to eat.

The four of them sat down at the table in the main room. The dishes were much better today, with meat.

While eating, Xiao Wang asked, "Master, Senior Brother, how did the delivery go?"

Linghu Ke shoveled rice into his mouth and said, "This time it went quite smoothly, we didn't encounter any robberies."

"That's good. You can invite me next time, it'll be good to broaden my horizons."

"no problem."

After finishing his meal, Xiao Wang practiced for a while longer before going to bed.

During this period, he had to spend the afternoons keeping an eye on Hu Guangzhong, so he could only practice more in the evenings.

For the next four days, it was almost the same every day: mornings for school classes, afternoons for police surveillance, and evenings for extra training at the martial arts school.

On the evening of the fifth day, Xiao Wang continued to practice every detail repeatedly in the courtyard until two hours later, when he finally finished reviewing all the insights he had gained in the past few days.

Next, he performed the Tiger Fist from beginning to end in one continuous motion, incorporating his own breathing techniques.

After going through it once, I felt like I had gained some insights, and it felt much smoother than before.

Then he did it a second time, a third time, until he practiced it for the tenth time. Suddenly, Xiao Wang felt that every movement of his became incredibly smooth, and every movement was like instinct. He didn't need to think about it or do it. He could hit with incredibly precise angles and force.

Xiao Wang was overjoyed. After finishing the first round, he gathered his energy again and performed the Tiger Fist from beginning to end once more. After finishing, Xiao Wang thought back and could hardly remember how he had finished it. It all seemed to have happened naturally.

"Is this... a success?"

Xiao Wang thought to himself, unable to believe it.

Wei Zhongxing watched in astonishment, then spoke up to remind Xiao Wang, "What are you standing there for? You're quite something, kid. You've got the Tiger Fist form down."

"Really?" Xiao Wang asked Wei Zhongxing, somewhat incredulous.

"Would I lie to you? Not bad, not bad, how long did it take you?"

Xiao Wang calculated, "About ten days."

Wei Zhongxing listened and chuckled, thinking that it took him about three months to master the form of the Tiger Warrior Fist, while it took Linghu Ke half a year.

At this moment, Linghu Keya looked at Xiao Wang as if he were a monster.

Cheng Hu, however, didn't feel much when he looked at Xiao Wang.

Xiao Wang put away his posture, feeling delighted.

"The first step, the form of the Tiger Warrior Fist, is finally complete!"