Becoming a saint begins with apprenticing under the last martial arts champion.

Uncle Xing said to Lu Changqing, "Little Lu, you and Erwa practice together."

"He's only recently started practicing martial arts. If you can spar with him a couple of times, then you can do this job."

At this moment, Wang Hao couldn't help but say, "Uncle Xing, Erwa and Changqing are so different in physique!"

Is this appropriate?

He glanced at Lu Changqing's slender frame, then at the muscular chest of the burly man called "Erwa," his expression strange. "No wonder Changqing can't win..."

Erwa scratched his head sheepishly, smiled, and remained silent.

But he couldn't hide his pride and flexed his chest muscles.

Uncle Xing shook his head and said, "Young Master, I also watched Xiao Lu grow up."

"It's not that we don't want Xiao Lu to do this job."

"But on the ship, without some skills, he'll only harm Lu himself..."

"If the young master or Xiao Lu is adamant, how could an old man like me possibly influence your decisions?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Hao was speechless for a moment.

Lu Changqing stepped forward to avoid putting Wang Hao in a difficult position, and immediately replied, "Uncle Xing is right, and he means well. Changqing understands!"

He looked at Erwa: "Since that's the case, then that's perfect. I've been focusing on practicing martial arts all along, and I've never actually sparred with a real martial arts expert."

"Now that I have the chance, I might as well spar with this Brother Erwa!"

Wang Hao couldn't help but ask, "If you're not a brother, are you really sure you can do this?"

"Don't come to me for a favor today and end up going home injured..."

"I feel bad about it."

Lu Changqing nodded: "It's alright, they're all trained fighters, they know their limits."

Lu Changqing listened to and understood what Uncle Xing said.

The other party wasn't trying to cause trouble; they simply didn't want him to do that job.

Instead, they felt that he was incompetent and that it might be dangerous for him to be in that position.

Lu Changqing understood this.

After all, before Su Hui awakened, his physique was indeed too weak.

Now is just right...

After nearly a month of martial arts training, aside from taking down three burly thugs, I haven't fought any real martial arts practitioners.

Now that you have the chance, give it a try!

Uncle Xing nodded slightly after hearing this, a look of approval on his face: "Little Lu has grown over the years."

"At least they have the courage."

As he spoke, he turned to the side and gave Erwa a look, "Fists and kicks have no eyes, you should know your limits."

Erwa nodded. "Don't worry, Master Xing, I know."

As he spoke, he stepped forward and bowed to Lu Changqing with clasped hands: "Li Erwa, I've only been in this business for half a year, and I haven't reached the physical level yet."

The path of martial arts is strictly hierarchical.

Skin, flesh, tendons, bones, internal organs, blood transfusion.

These are the four most basic stages of martial arts.

However, ordinary martial artists who can train their muscles and bones to the point that they are good enough to become decent small leaders in large gangs like the Axe Gang or the Canal Gang.

Once you reach the level of "blood transfusion," you'd be at least a leader or clerk in the gang.

In the entire port city, there aren't many martial arts masters who have undergone blood transfusions or blood transfusions.

In Liu Bai's words: Foreigners do not allow too many people who threaten them to exist.

Lu Changqing's stance training is still in the consolidation stage and has not yet broken through; therefore, he is still at the level of not fully developing his skills.

"Lu Changqing, like Erwa, has not yet reached the physical level."

As they spoke, the two headed to the center of the field, where it became more spacious.

The men who were cultivating stopped what they were doing after realizing there was something interesting to watch.

After a flurry of discussion, they became even more interested upon learning that the man was the young master's friend!

Since they won, Erwa is bound to face a lot of bad luck later on.

Even if they lose, they can still ridicule and joke about it.

"Judging by their size, the second child has a 99% chance of winning."

"He's been practicing his mantis boxing really well lately, so he's really hard to lose to."

"Hehe, that brat Erwa never holds back during sparring sessions. Now that he's facing Young Master's friend, will he dare to use his full strength?"

"Erwa is in a tough spot now... Winning is losing, and losing is also losing."

"..."

There was a lot of chatter around him, but Lu Changqing couldn't hear what they were saying clearly.

But when Li Erwa took a deep breath, stood firmly in a horse stance, raised his two forearms, bent his wrists, and made his palms like beaks... he looked like a fat praying mantis!

He immediately realized that Li Erwa was practicing Mantis Boxing.

Immediately, his center of gravity gradually shifted, and he turned to the side, standing with his legs in front of him.

"Young Master Lu, please go first!"

Li Erwa speaks very directly and has a very confident tone.

Upon hearing this, Lu Changqing didn't hold back, "Brother Erwa, please enlighten me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Changqing suddenly pushed off with his feet, his body shooting straight forward like a bowstring released from its bow!

So fast!

Upon seeing Lu Changqing's speed, Li Erwa's heart skipped a beat, and the relaxed smile on his face immediately vanished!

Not only him, but the men watching the commotion all exclaimed "Eh!" in unison.

Uncle Xing, who was watching from the side, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

This startup speed far exceeded their expectations!

Li Erwa reacted quickly, lowering his shoulders and raising his hands, his forearms held horizontally like iron bolts, ready to receive Lu Changqing's seemingly straight whip kick.

"Bang!"

Their legs and arms collided, producing a dull thud.

Li Erwa felt a penetrating force explode from his forearm, and he uncontrollably stumbled back three steps before barely managing to stand up!

He was terrified!

This force was both deep and penetrating!

Unlike the young master, he's a real martial arts expert, not just a show-off!

At that moment, Li Erwa's thought of "giving way" vanished instantly.

Looking at the seemingly frail but handsome young man, he knew that if he didn't take it seriously, he would probably lose badly today!

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the spot on his forearm where he had been kicked had quickly swelled up and was burning with pain!

In the blink of an eye, he saw Lu Changqing had already moved forward again!

Seemingly because of the successful strike, he followed closely and delivered another whip kick to the side!

The wind is howling!

This time, Li Erwa learned his lesson and dared not fight back. He reached out with both arms like a mantis hunting its prey, trying to grab the other's ankles to counterattack.

At the same time, he was already planning in his mind how to counterattack after taking this move...

To his utter surprise, the sweeping kick was actually a feint!

The hand that reached out grasped nothing!

The next instant, Lu Changqing twisted his waist and hips, his sweeping leg stopped in mid-air and immediately retracted. At the same time, he bent down and slid down, his other leg sweeping heavily behind Li Erwa's ankle!

"Bang!"

Li Erwa immediately lost his balance and fell to the ground with a "thud," unable to get up immediately.

The courtyard fell silent instantly.

The men watching were speechless with astonishment.

Wang Hao's mouth dropped open, and he stared blankly at Lu Changqing.

Uncle Xing took a light breath and then announced, "Xiao Lu won."

Wang Hao closed his mouth, realizing what had happened.

His face lit up with undisguised joy. He strode over to Lu Changqing, patted his shoulder, and pounded his chest, exclaiming in an exaggerated manner:

"My goodness!"

"Lu Changqing, are you serious?!"

"You're that good now?"