Gao Wuming: From Dockworker to Physical Achievement

I slept my last night in the shack.

The next morning, Chen Yi left the house.

After walking a dozen steps, I looked back at the shed.

"I probably won't come back to this house again."

Chen Yi thought to himself.

He then strode out of the shantytown.

The dockside market.

As usual, I bought a large meat pie from a breakfast vendor.

He had only one silver dollar and one copper coin left in his hand.

While eating the meat pie, Chen Yi called to the newsboy not far away, "Come here, come here."

The newsboys turned their attention to him, but seeing that he was just a laborer in a short jacket, they ignored him.

Only one young newsboy, who had been sitting in the corner, ran over upon hearing this: "Sir, would you like to buy a newspaper?"

Since practicing boxing, Chen Yi's memory has become excellent, and he recognized the newsboy as the one who sold him newspapers last time.

Chen Yi was someone who liked to do business with acquaintances, and he always bought meat from the same butcher.

Seeing that the newsboy looked rather pale and thin, I guessed that his newspapers probably weren't selling well.

Chen Yi tore a piece off the large meat pie and handed it over: "Have you had breakfast?"

The newsboy swallowed hard, then shook his head: "Sir, a newspaper costs one copper coin."

"It's my treat." Chen Yi tossed him a copper coin and stuffed the torn-off meat pie into his hands.

Before the newsboy could express his gratitude, he left on his own.

—New developments in Southeast Asia: Master Huo intervened to mediate, and the Combined Fleet was willing to make concessions.

—Iron Body Martial Arts School joins the International Combat Association, declaring that martial arts are inferior to combat sports.

— Tang Weila has gained the support of a mysterious young man, and the battle for the status of the red dancer is still fierce.

Chen Yi ate while watching.

While he was practicing boxing, things in the outside world continued to develop in an orderly manner.

Iron Body Martial Arts School was previously attacked by foreigners, but unexpectedly, a few days later, it actually surrendered to the foreigners and became their loyal dog.

The situation in the South China Sea was unexpected for Chen Yi. Master Huo actually made the fleet back down. No matter how strong one's martial arts skills are, they should be no match for guns and cannons.

Chen Yi thought of the Returning Mountain Force. He had initially thought it was a force that could be cultivated through the panel, but now it seemed that it might not be the effect of the panel.

Rather, it is something that comes naturally after mastering the martial art.

The only item on the panel is +1 to punching power.

"Martial arts...it seems it's not that simple," Chen Yi thought to himself.

Although this place looks like it's from the Republican era, there are many different things it reveals.

As for the final battle for the Red Dancer's position, Chen Yi was quite curious. The dancers of this era, without the aid of makeup and beauty filters, were all naturally beautiful, and he wondered just how beautiful they were.

However, his curiosity was quickly extinguished.

These are not things he can access.

All he wants now is to secure a spot on the dock and rake in some money to practice martial arts.

As we looked around, we arrived at the dock.

Chen Yi realized something was wrong.

Normally, the docks would be bustling with laborers unloading cargo from large ships at sea without a moment's rest.

But today is a little different.

Instead of going to work as usual, the laborers gathered together, looking ahead.

Chen Yi followed their gaze and saw about twenty laborers surrounding two people.

He recognized one of them; it was foreman Wang Hu.

The other was a middle-aged man in a suit and tie.

However, the middle-aged man had one hand behind his back, just like those masters of traditional Chinese culture.

However, when paired with a suit, it loses all its masterful flair and instead appears mismatched and incongruous.

"Brother, what's going on?" Chen Yi walked up to a laborer and asked in a low voice.

The laborer glanced at Chen Yi, and upon seeing Chen Yi's attire, immediately became more friendly, saying:

"Wang the Skinflint has increased his cut again; what used to be fifteen copper coins, he's now only giving ten."

"Liu Shan and his men brought men and blocked Wang Hu. We're here to bolster their morale."

To boost morale.

Chen Yi smiled, which sounded nice, but he was actually just observing.

Let's see who loses and who wins.

If Liu Shan wins, everyone will be happy; if he loses, they can still continue working.

However, we can't blame these laborers; after all, people are naturally afraid of change.

The instinct is to maintain the status quo.

Even if the current situation is not favorable to oneself.

Chen Yi observed the situation ahead.

Liu Shan gathered more than twenty laborers to block Wang Hu's path, and in theory, it should have been a sure thing to take down Wang Hu.

But Wang Hu's expression showed no sign of panic.

This is not normal.

"Wang Hu's confidence comes from the person behind him."

Chen Yi focused his gaze on the middle-aged man, watching his every move.

The man walked with a steady stance, his body not swaying at all.

The laborers couldn't tell, but Chen Yi had now perfected the Mountain Return Fist and had a wealth of experience in martial arts in his mind.

This gave him sufficient insight.

Therefore, it was immediately obvious that the middle-aged man was skilled in martial arts.

"Is he the martial arts master behind Wang Hu?" Chen Yi thought to himself.

They didn't make any unnecessary movements, but simply continued to observe.

Now that Liu Shan and the others have made their move, it's a good opportunity to use them to see the level of martial arts masters.

Although the Returning Mountain Fist is now complete.

But ever since I saw in the newspaper that Master Huo had made the fleet retreat.

Chen Yi then realized that martial arts were not so simple, and there must be something he had not yet come into contact with.

The boxing techniques that his uncle was able to buy were probably only superficial.

Now, by using the martial arts master behind Wang Hu as a glimpse, we can get a general idea of ​​the state of martial arts.

Over there, Liu Shan was arguing with Wang Hu about something, and the argument was getting more and more heated.

Chen Yi heard clearly that Liu Shan was demanding that the wages be raised back to the previous fifteen copper coins.

Otherwise, Wang Hu would never be able to leave the dock.

But Wang Hu just sneered and said it was impossible. If you want to do it, then do it; if you don't want to do it, there are plenty of other people who will.

"We've already fallen out with Wang Hu, and all you're asking for is to go back to fifteen copper coins a day? That's too much to ask..." Chen Yi shook his head.

That's far too weak.

However, Wang Hu refused to budge on this request.

This fueled the anger of Liu Shan and his group, making it burn ever brighter.

Finally, it escalated into a physical confrontation.

"Since you're going to bully us like this, then don't leave. Brothers, let's get him."

Liu Shan roared, and the laborers around him immediately responded, throwing a flurry of punches at Wang Hu.

Wang Hu hurriedly called out to the middle-aged man beside him, "Please, Master Li, take action."

The middle-aged man's expression remained unchanged; he simply took a step forward and began throwing punches repeatedly.

If a laborer is hit by him, he will be sent flying backward and fall to the ground, unable to get up.

However, there were many laborers, and eventually someone managed to get behind the middle-aged man.

He happened to be holding a short wooden stick, so he smashed it hard into the middle-aged man's back.

Bang.

The stick struck the middle-aged man squarely on the back.

However, the middle-aged man's expression did not change, and he turned around and threw a punch.

The stick was first broken in two, and then a fist slammed into the laborer's chest, cracking his sternum.

The laborer was sent flying, coughing up blood in mid-air, and died upon landing.

In the blink of an eye, only four or five of the twenty or so laborers remained.

He backed away in terror, his courage completely broken.

Around the middle-aged man were people lying on the ground, some already lifeless, others still wailing.

However, for middle-aged people, this seems like just a warm-up, without even breaking a sweat.

Looking at the terrified laborers ahead and the crowd of onlookers behind them.

The middle-aged man said calmly, "Do you know why martial arts masters can earn money while lying down, while you can only work as laborers? That's the reason."