Gao Wuming: From Dockworker to Physical Achievement

With that punch, Chen Yi felt as if he had been hit by a galloping carriage.

Snap, snap, snap.

He staggered back four or five steps before coming to a stop.

Looking down, I saw that my clothes were torn to shreds where I had been hit.

Through the tattered clothes, two fist-sized bruises could be seen on the skin of the chest.

A dull ache continued to throb.

However, with the recovery of Qi and Blood by +5, this dull pain also disappeared quickly.

Only the visible bruises remain, and it will take a while to fade.

Having taken a punch from Hong Zheng, Chen Yi began to assess him in his mind.

His punching power is very strong, and with the amplification from the iron ring, it is even stronger than his punching power +3.

When it hit his body, it broke through his external martial arts strength, and with the defense from the +2 resistance, it left bruises.

If he were still the same person before his Qi and Blood attributes increased, such accumulated injuries would have caused him to lose within ten minutes.

However, the injuries inflicted by the opponent have broken through the resistance of external martial arts, but have not broken through the recovery speed.

The bruise healed in seconds.

This is the effect of Qi and Blood +5.

"You are no match for me, but you are indeed a genius. You can keep up with the movements of the filth trainer while you are forging your bones. It seems that you have really developed a sense of instinct. There is no one like you before or since."

It is probably in such chaotic times that a martial arts prodigy like you was born.

"You will definitely surpass me in the future, but you are no match for me now. Let's stop here; I don't want to hurt you."

After giving Chen Yi a good beating.

Hong Zheng felt much better.

Reason has also returned to some extent.

After talking to Chen Yi, they decided to stop there and leave it at that.

He confirmed Chen Yi's genius, which meant that Chen Yi's existence was now crucial to the situation in the Great Xuan Dynasty.

He didn't want to actually hurt Chen Yi.

He then suggested that they stop.

His words acknowledged Chen Yi's genius, which softened his tone and gave him a way out.

"Old Hong actually calmed down, that's really something. It seems he's accepted Chen Yi."

"Benefactor Hong also put the greater good first and restrained his anger."

Liu Hong and Master Wuxin, who were watching from the sidelines, both sighed with emotion.

As the people in charge, the three of them had known each other for a long time and were very familiar with each other's temperaments.

Hong Zheng was undoubtedly the kind of martial artist with a fiery temper, ready to fight at the slightest provocation.

The same applies to teaching disciples; if they don't learn after a long time, one can't help but resort to physical punishment.

None of the disciples at the Hong Family Martial Arts School had escaped being beaten by Hong Zheng.

Their willingness to back down with Chen Yi was truly unexpected.

"Chen Yi should know how powerful this punch is now. He's been given a way out, so he'll probably back down."

The two men turned their gazes to Chen Yi, thinking to themselves.

"Master Hong, you hit me so hard!"

Chen Yi rubbed his chest.

Although the pain completely disappeared within those few seconds.

But they still managed to make it look like something.

Then, his tone changed, and he sneered, "You think you can just let it go after punching me once? There's no way you'll get away with that. You're going to be calling me 'Master' today."

"Fine, fine, fine, if I don't beat you to a pulp today, I'll change my name."

Upon hearing Chen Yi's words, Hong Zheng's anger, which he had been trying to suppress, flared up again.

With a heavy stomp on the ground, he used the force to rush in front of Chen Yi and slammed his fists down at Chen Yi.

Chen Yi neither dodged nor evaded, nor even parried the punch, letting Hong Zheng's fist smash into him.

His fists also slammed towards Hong Zheng.

thump.

The dull thud of fists colliding echoed.

Chen Yi took five steps back, and Hong Zheng took two steps back.

"Master Hong, you hit me hard, hahaha."

Despite saying it hurt, Chen Yi burst into laughter and continued charging towards Hong Zheng.

"There's something even more painful." Hong Zheng glared, tightening and loosening the iron rings on his arms as he gathered his strength and continued to strike Chen Yi.

The two exchanged punches, neither of them dodging, just to see who would fall first.

"These two brutes!" Liu Hong's eyes widened.

Hong Zheng was hot-tempered, but he was a dirty martial arts instructor and the head of three major martial arts schools. Normally, no one dared to fight him, and even if they did, they couldn't beat him.

So it's all over in just one or two hits.

But today, Chen Yi arrived, his temper even more volatile. He stubbornly resisted Hong Zheng's iron ring fist and insisted on fighting back.

The two even coincidentally switched punches without dodging.

It's like two types of people have met and started fighting each other to their heart's content.

"Amitabha Buddha," Master Wuxin chanted the Buddha's name.

Faced with the two people brimming with resentment, all one could do was shake one's head and sigh.

Knock knock knock knock.

The dull thuds of punches landing echoed continuously throughout the dojo.

The disciples watching from both sides of the dojo sighed inwardly at this scene.

That person looked young, but his martial arts skills were truly formidable; he was able to fight Elder Hong to such an extent.

Although it seemed that Chen Yi only took a few steps back after taking a punch, he immediately went to meet the punch again.

But the disciples all knew that if it were them going up there, they would be no match for even a punch.

Even a slight glancing blow would kill you on the spot.

Chen Yi is indeed a martial arts master.

As the fighting continued, whispers gradually arose among the disciples.

"Who do you think will win?"

"Is that even a question? Elder Hong will definitely win. Once we get the iron rings in our Hong family's boxing style, no martial artist of the same level can win."

"That's right. Among the three major martial arts schools, we have the best punching power. We would definitely win this fight."

It wasn't just the disciples who were talking about it.

Liu Hong was also talking to Master Wuxin.

"Master, who do you think will win?"

"Benefactor Hong used the iron ring of their Hong family boxing style, which is equivalent to a martial artist using a weapon. Even if it is used by a dirty martial artist, the punching power can be increased by several times. Naturally, Benefactor Hong wins."

"Didn't Benefactor Liu spar with Benefactor Chen? He should know Benefactor Chen's limits, right?"

Liu Hong laughed and said, "Chen Yi is not only skilled in hard skills, but his body is also extraordinary. He recovers very quickly. If he were at the same level as Lao Hong, even if he used iron rings, he would not be a match for Chen Yi."

Unfortunately, Chen Yi only has the ability to forge bones, so he could never defeat Lao Hong.

"That's fine, though. It will help calm Chen Yi down. While martial artists are said to have tempers, too much temper can easily backfire."

Master Wuxin nodded and said, "Excessive anger is certainly not good."

The two continued to watch Chen Yi and Hong Zheng make their move.

In the current training ground, neither the person in charge nor the surrounding disciples believed that Chen Yi could win.

Despite still fighting with Hong Zheng, there was no sign of them losing ground.

But the injuries will inevitably continue to accumulate, and defeat is only a matter of time.

One minute, two minutes...

Five minutes, ten minutes...

A quarter of an hour, a quarter of an hour...

"Hahaha, Master Hong, that punch hurts so much! Let's do it again!"

Inside the dojo, Chen Yi's loud laughter continued.

At this moment, Chen Yi's clothes had been torn to shreds, with only a few strips of cloth hanging on his body.

His body was covered in bruises.

However, he still laughed loudly, just as he had when he first started, showing no sign of weakness.