Starting from the pharmacy, he grew into a martial saint among men.

"Esteemed seniors, my name is Chu Hong. I am new here and wish to learn from your various methods. I hope you will not hesitate to offer your guidance."

Chu Hong bowed to the surrounding bodyguards, his attitude sincere and without a trace of arrogance.

Although it was a challenge, to everyone else it sounded like Chu Hong was humble and eager to learn.

Shi Yi stepped forward and explained with a smile:

"Brother Chu does indeed want to broaden his horizons. If you're interested, you might as well give it a try with him."

"Of course, it's agreed beforehand that sparring will only end when the point is reached, and no malicious injury is allowed!"

With Shi Yi's words as a foundation, everyone had no more worries.

They were all eager to spar with Chu Hong.

"Master Chu, let's lend a hand!"

[Nine-Forging Fist Proficiency +1]

[Nine-Forging Fist Proficiency +1]

【...】

The fierce battle continued until late at night before finally coming to an end.

Chu Hong was overjoyed as he looked at the numbers on the panel that had jumped up significantly.

【Nine-Forged Fist (Minor Success)】

[Proficiency: 63/2000]

It's true that real-world experience is what really helps you gain more proficiency.

Tonight alone, my proficiency level surged by 23 points, far exceeding my usual hard work.

"The security escort agency should come more often! Come frequently!"

Chu Hong discovered that the escort agency seemed to be an excellent place to gain experience points.

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Meanwhile, in the outer city, the Qin family...

"You can marry him if you want, I'd never marry that lazy, good-for-nothing!"

Qin Lin was dressed in a light yellow shirt, her face full of anger.

"presumptuous!"

Qin Ruhai, the head of the Qin family, had a livid face:

"This marriage agreement was drawn up years ago. If you don't marry, what will become of the Qin family's reputation?"

The girl, enraged, retorted loudly:

"You're just my father, what right do you have to decide my marriage!"

"If I'm going to marry, I'll only marry a genius and a strong person like Xiang Rufei. What is Chu Hong anyway?"

She was proud and arrogant, and had long witnessed the power of martial artists.

How could I tolerate falling into the mire and being confined to an unknown little pharmacy?

"You, you, you..." Qin Ruhai was choked and speechless.

Beside the girl, a young man dressed in brocade tugged at her.

"Sis, stop talking now, calm down!"

The young man turned to look at Qin Ruhai again, and pondered for a moment:

"Dad, I think my sister is right. Chu Hong is just a good-for-nothing, lazy and idle."

"If I really marry my sister into that family, I don't know how much suffering she'll endure in the future."

"Furthermore, as far as I know, the Chu family is also embroiled in gang conflicts, and they might be wiped out at any time."

"Marrying my sister off to that man... isn't that pushing her into a fire pit?"

Qin Ruhai held his teacup and remained silent for a long time.

He was well aware of the Chu family's situation.

Ever since he witnessed Chu Hong's childish behavior three years ago, he has felt extremely disgusted by him.

But the engagement is still in effect, so what can he do?

In this world, the words of the masses can destroy cities and mountains.

Once the engagement is called off, the Qin family's reputation for ingratitude will be forever tarnished.

The Qin family has always been inferior to other families.

But he was indeed reluctant to send his beloved daughter to the Chu family.

Otherwise, why would they be arguing here? They could simply wave their hand and send their daughter away tied up.

Even with his extensive experience in the world, he was stumped by this problem.

"Sigh... Xiaofeng, what do you think Dad should do?"

He looked at his son, Qin Feng.

This kid has always been full of clever ideas since he was little; maybe this will really open up some new possibilities for him.

Qin Feng's lips curled into a slight smile: "Father, I have an idea..."

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The next day, Chu Hong took his advance monthly salary home, discussed it with his father, and then quickly returned to the martial arts school.

This escort mission has delayed him for several days, and he can't wait to practice his skills.

On the training ground, Tang Sinian buried himself in practicing his boxing.

His face was resolute, and his eyes were fixed straight ahead.

Clearly, he was still holding back his anger.

After exchanging brief greetings, Chu Hong began practicing.

Having experienced many battles, Chu Hong deeply appreciated the benefits of Swift Step.

It can both maneuver and restrain, and also escape and avoid danger.

It can be described as the only way to save one's life.

Therefore, Chu Hong focused all his attention on the Swift Wind Step.

Suddenly, a unique 'scenery' appeared in the training ground.

A group of apprentices were practicing their boxing and stances, panting heavily and sweating profusely.

Chu Hong's feet moved erratically, his figure elusive and unpredictable, like a ghost.

He stirred up gusts of dust, as if a thousand troops were galloping through it.

One of the apprentices exclaimed in surprise, "Is this a movement technique? The master teaches this too?"

"Impossible." Someone shook their head. "Even if the master wanted to teach, he would only teach Senior Brother Pang, how could he possibly teach him?"

"That's right, it must have been obtained by Senior Brother Chu from the escort agency."

At this moment, the owner of the museum, Zhuang Chengfeng, stood in the inner courtyard pavilion with his hands behind his back.

Beside him stood Pang Hai, who looked obedient and respectful.

The two were discussing something, but their eyes were involuntarily drawn to Chu Hong's figure.

Zhuang Chengfeng looked at it for a moment, then shook his head and sighed:

"He hasn't even mastered the basics of boxing yet, but he's already obsessed with practicing body techniques."

"They don't even understand the principle of 'biting off more than they can chew.' Such impetuousness will prevent them from achieving great things."

Thinking this, he turned to Pang Hai and instructed him:

"Xiao Hai, you must never learn from him. You only need to carefully hone your boxing skills."

"No matter how many miscellaneous martial arts you practice, it's not as good as mastering one."

Pang Hai bowed, his expression resolute:

"Thank you for your guidance, Master. I understand!"

At this moment, when he looked at Chu Hong again, he felt even more disdain.

As expected of someone from humble beginnings, he acts without any rhyme or reason and only knows how to pander to the crowd.

But when he thought about his previous failed plan, a shadow fell over his eyes.

After the two talked for a while, Zhuang Chengfeng summoned all his disciples to his side.

Looking at these elite disciples before him, he couldn't help but smile.

"As you all know, the triennial martial arts examination will be held in six months."

"Prior to this, our various martial arts schools discussed and prepared to jointly organize a martial arts exchange meeting."

"Firstly, to assess your capabilities, and secondly, to give you more practical experience."

"At that time, the important figures from the inner city may be present."

The disciples were instantly excited.

One or two of them were itching to make a name for themselves.

If it were just a regular exchange between martial arts schools, they could learn a lot, but it wouldn't have excited them this much.

The key point is the last sentence: the important figures in the inner city will be present.

This means that people from both the county government and the major families will come to observe.

If you perform well and catch the eye of the bigwigs in the inner city, you may rise to the top in one step.

After Zhuang Chengfeng and the others calmed down, they continued speaking:

"Each of you may bring one Ming Jin martial artist with you to broaden your horizons."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Pang Hai and instructed him:

"The Hong Family Martial Arts School is our mortal enemy. When you face them, remember to be careful."

Pang Hai said arrogantly, "Master, rest assured, the people from the Hong Family Martial Arts School are no match for me."

Although he had only recently mastered the Dark Force stage, his Qi and blood were growing extremely rapidly.

With his master's hands-on guidance, his boxing skills became increasingly refined.

Especially just a few days ago, he defeated the most outstanding disciple of Songfeng Martial Arts School.

At that moment, he was brimming with confidence.

"We still need to be careful to avoid them resorting to underhanded tactics."

Zhuang Chengfeng gave him further instructions.

The group began to report the people they wanted to bring along.

Pang Hai thought for a moment and then chose one of the Ming Jin martial artists who often fawned over him, whose family owned a beef shop.

In the end, only Song Yue hesitated and didn't give her name.

Seeing this, Pang Hai knew what she was thinking.

His eyes darted around, and he said:

"Senior Sister Song, don't you admire Chu Hong? Why not take him to broaden his horizons?"

Song Yue was still hesitant, but upon hearing this, her brows relaxed, she glanced gratefully at Pang Hai, and quickly said:

"Master, I'll take Chu Hong there!"

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Chengfeng remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking:

"Xiaoyue, Chu Hong is greedy and doesn't know much. Taking him along is pointless and will only waste the opportunity."

"I know your family's situation, but I suggest you find someone else."

He doesn't deserve it.

A clear struggle was evident in Song Yue's eyes.

But finally, she took a deep breath:

"Master, he's different."