Infinite Demon God: How can I download it if I don't have enough data?

Early the next morning.

Hu Long then went straight to the Tongbi Club.

Unlike him, the others were not so relaxed and would come here every day to practice standing in the mountain stance.

Some people even wish they could spend all their time here.

But that's normal.

In order to find a stable job in the future, students can review and take extra classes, working hard for more than ten years.

Moreover, the extraordinary power is right before one's eyes, and its allure is far greater than anything the former can offer.

Good morning, Brother Long!

Upon seeing Hu Long enter, Hu Wei, who was in a static stance, stopped and greeted him with a smile.

Good morning, Brother Long!

The other two teenagers also greeted them.

With guidance from their elders, they have all come to their senses these days.

Since I am slightly less qualified, I should take this opportunity to improve my relationship with Hu Long and Hu Zetong.

There's still a long road ahead. Once those two really rise to the top, it'll be too late to even try to build a relationship with them.

After a few days, Hu Long had become somewhat familiar with these people.

Hu Wei's main job is a gym instructor, and he is a well-known figure in the fitness industry.

The boy's name was Hu Wen, and the girl's name was Hu Qiao; both were still in high school.

However, as a member of the same family, he receives tens of thousands of dollars in subsidies every month, plus a fixed amount of Black Stone Secret Medicine, so he naturally doesn't have to worry about making a living.

In addition, since it's currently winter break, the two of them spend almost every day practicing at the club.

Although one can practice standing meditation at home, it's different here with Hu Qitian, a formal martial arts practitioner, watching over things and correcting mistakes immediately.

"You're only just starting out and you're already working sporadically? You deserve to be surpassed by me!"

A cold laugh suddenly rang out from the side.

They looked in the direction of the sound.

Hu Zetong stood there with his arms crossed, his body still round and plump, even appearing to have gained weight.

Upon closer inspection, it becomes apparent that his body has become much firmer.

But whether it was my imagination or not, this person's eyes were dark and bloodshot, and he looked haggard with depleted energy.

"You've progressed from the initial stage of the Mountain Stance to the Body Forging Realm?"

Hu Long's eyes flickered slightly.

Although this chubby boy isn't very bright, his arrogant tone today probably comes from a sense of confidence.

Based on his words, the only possibility is that he has already broken through to the Body Forging Realm.

"That's right! I just entered the sect yesterday afternoon, and now I'm a proper Body Forging Realm cultivator."

Hu Zetong raised his chin.

"How about it? Admit your mistake now and call me 'Young Master,' and I'll be magnanimous and let it go."

These days, he's been spurred on by Hu Long and has been practicing stance training almost day and night.

Aside from eating and sleeping, he devoted all his attention to it, and didn't even touch his usual favorite games.

All for the sake of getting back at Hu Long.

With his superior bone structure and relentless effort, he finally mastered the Lishan stance yesterday, officially entering the Body Forging Realm.

At the moment of breakthrough, he could clearly feel his strength increase again.

That's what gives him the right to be arrogant today.

Hu Long didn't respond to him, but turned his head to look at the door.

The next second, Hu Qitian walked in from outside the door.

"You two come with me in a bit to register your information as official secret warriors."

He began to speak.

"Uncle Tian, ​​are you sure you're not mistaken?"

Hu Zetong was taken aback.

"I'm the only one who broke through, where did the other two come from?"

These days, Hu Qitian has been doing this intentionally, and given that Hu Zetong is indeed simple-minded, the two have become like uncle and nephew.

Hu Zetong originally wanted to call him "brother," but the clan hierarchy was what it was.

Hu Qitian belongs to the "Shi" generation, but it's not mentioned in his name. Ultimately, the established order cannot be disrupted, as this is highly valued within the clan.

"No mistake."

Hu Qitian smiled and looked at Hu Long to the side.

"Hu Long has also broken through."

Upon hearing this...

Hu Zetong's smile froze on his face.

Ignore the other person's changing expression.

Hu Qitian looked at Hu Long and said.

"However, before that, we need to prove your results."

"How can I prove it?"

Hu Long asked.

"The best method, of course, is practical experience."

Hu Qitian gestured for the others to spread out, then stood with his hands behind his back and beckoned to Hu Long with his finger.

"Now, attack me with all your might."

"All out?"

Hu Long's expression was somewhat subtle.

It wasn't that he looked down on people, but with his current strength, it was hard to say whether the other person could handle it.

An ordinary peak Body Forging Realm cultivator possesses only around 1,300 to 1,400 jin of strength.

Even with the addition of techniques for channeling force, the explosive power might increase further, but it would never exceed two thousand jin.

But in terms of brute force alone, he has already surpassed this value.

"Yes, with all our might."

Hu Qitian spoke in a flat tone.

"Don't worry, just go for it."

He was indeed very curious about this prodigy with superhuman strength.

Just how strong is the other side?

He had tested Hu Zetong's strength; it wasn't bad, but it was still within his capabilities. That's why he felt confident saying that.

"Then the coach should be careful."

Seeing that the other party insisted, Hu Long no longer declined.

Before he finished speaking, he took a step forward.

Bang!

In that instant.

The shockwave from the ground erupted up the shinbone and shot up the thigh and spine like wildfire raging across a mountain range.

The vertebrae cracked and popped, the force surged, the latissimus dorsi muscles tightened in response, and the two shoulder blades suddenly sank as if their wings had fallen.

His right arm shot out, his five fingers clenched into a fist, and a punch went straight through!

—Bang!

Hu Qitian's originally calm expression changed drastically the moment Hu Long threw a punch.

He raised his hand to catch the punch.

His body trembled, and he staggered back three or four steps. His entire arm felt as if it had been struck by an iron hammer, and it was numb and tingling.

This was the result after he used the momentum to deflect the force.

"Good lad! You're really strong. I underestimated you!"

Hu Qitian didn't get angry; instead, he laughed, and a hint of interest ignited in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, pushed off with his feet, and charged forward like a leopard, his fist whistling as it aimed straight at Hu Long's face.

"Let me see just how strong you really are!"

Hu Long's eyes narrowed, and instead of retreating, he advanced.

He blocked with his left arm, while his right fist suddenly shot out from his waist like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, aiming straight for Hu Qitian's ribs.

The two men's fists collided, producing a dull "bang," like two pieces of hardwood hitting each other.

Inside the training room, the air seemed to freeze for a moment before being torn apart by an even more intense series of collisions.

Hu Qitian was experienced and shrewd, and the Tang Shou boxing style he learned was tricky, often changing between feints and real attacks, and targeting joints and weak points.

Hu Long's moves are wide and sweeping.

He possesses incredible brute strength, and his punches and kicks are extremely powerful.

Each time, he deflects the attack with an almost intuitive reaction and retaliates with a heavier and faster counterattack.

Bang! Bang! Crash!

The muffled thuds from muscles and bones continued incessantly, like the beating of an invisible war drum.

The two figures moved nimbly and intertwined in the spacious training room.

Boom!

Elbow and forearm collided again, producing a sound like a wooden mallet striking a drum.

Hu Long was thrown off balance by the lateral force, but he followed the momentum, twisting his waist and spinning around, his right foot sweeping out along the ground like an iron plow, aiming straight for Hu Qixia's ankle!

Hu Qitian reacted incredibly quickly, raising his right leg to meet the sweeping kick with his knee.

boom!

Another heavy thud.

Both of them jolted at the same time, and Hu Qitian took advantage of the momentum to jump back half a step.

The moment he landed, he pushed off with his heels and lunged forward again, his fists transforming into a blur of shadows that were hard to distinguish from reality, enveloping Hu Long.

Hu Long's eyes were calm.

To be honest, the person in front of me doesn't have as good a fighting memory as I do.

Amidst the whistling wind of his punches, his movements became concise and efficient.

It can be blocked, blocked, or unloaded.

Hu Zetong and his group had already involuntarily taken a few steps back and crowded at the doorway, their faces filled with shock.

"This... he can actually fight on par with Head Coach Hu."

Hu Zetong, who had fought Hu Qitian before, understood his opponent's strength and defeated him with just one move.

But now, Hu Long is actually locked in a fierce battle with his opponent, with neither side gaining a clear advantage.

Doesn't that mean that, in a way, the other party could also take you down in one move?

Thinking of this, and recalling his arrogant behavior just now, he couldn't help but swallow.

"Damn it, I shouldn't have pretended."