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With a muffled boom, the surrounding spectators felt the entire arena shake violently.

The scene was quiet for about three seconds before Gurecha, who had regained consciousness from the shock, began to groan while clutching his right upper arm.

His arm was broken!

If Zhao Hao had been more ruthless and adjusted the angle slightly, it would have directly caused his cervical spine to break!

He lost!

At this moment, the Destiny Card System reacted: "Task completed: Defend the Arena, +30 Destiny Points!"

Zhao Hao: I didn't expect to have such an unexpected bonus! Helping others truly is the source of happiness!

He now has a total of 212 Fate Points!

……

After that, things became much easier, as the martial arts academy naturally didn't need Zhao Hao to handle the beginning and end.

Finally, the Latino challengers carried Guleča into the ambulance. He not only had several severe bruises and a broken upper arm, but also significant internal injuries.

Although Zhao Hao only fell once, it has already caused serious internal injuries. If he is not hospitalized for a proper check-up, he could easily die suddenly in the middle of the night.

Those people had previously been shouting that martial arts schools were all trash, urging the younger students to change locations as soon as possible. When they left, they were covered in dust and grime, looking dejected and unfocused, probably ready to move on.

Moreover, Zhao Hao put on a show of arrogance: "There are countless apprentices like me in the National Martial Arts Academy. If you can't even beat an apprentice like me, you'd better not come here to humiliate yourselves."

This elicited cheers from dozens of students at the martial arts academy!

Several apprentices surrounded Zhao Hao, bombarding him with questions. Zhao Hao casually offered a few platitudes: "Don't slack off. You're only outer disciples now. Strive to become inner disciples; only then will you witness the true essence of the fist technique..."

Everyone: So there's an inner sect? Those strangely named moves, they must be secret techniques from the inner sect? We understand! We'll definitely work hard!

The trainees were greatly encouraged by this, and their morale soared!

As for the sour looks on Teacher Liu's and the others' faces, Zhao Hao didn't care at all. They hadn't believed him before, so Zhao Hao didn't care how they tried to cover up their lie.

It's already quite restrained of him not to mention that he's a former disciple of Qingyun!

Ma Xiaoyu tugged at Zhao Hao's clothes and whispered, "Brother Zhao, that's awesome! That's so cool! That kind of throw is so stylish!" She demonstrated the over-the-shoulder throw.

"But when did you become an apprentice at the martial arts academy? Uncle Long said your boxing skills have already reached a high level!"

Zhao Hao touched his nose and slightly raised his chin: "Little Yu~ Don't worry about the details! Because a true master always has the heart of an apprentice~"

Ma Xiaoyu: "Although it sounds reasonable, I still feel like you're trying to fool me!" ┑(￣Д￣)┍

Because of the afternoon's tournament, Zhao Hao went home early. He happened to run into Gou Quan not far from the community.

At this moment, Gou Quan and a tall black man were being questioned by two policemen.

The tall black man was Gou Quan's friend and underling—Big Duncan, whom Zhao Hao had met many times.

Duncan, who was over six feet tall and extremely large, was being pinned against the wall and searched by a young white police officer. Gou Quan, on the other hand, was trying to explain something to a fat police officer, but the fat police officer looked at Gou Quan as if he were a trash can that hadn't been cleaned in a week.

Zhao Hao quickly walked over, "Oh, officer, it's a misunderstanding! A misunderstanding! They are my friends, I asked them to help me move some things. I live in this community, and this is my driver's license..."

Zhao Hao handed over a document holder. The fat police officer's expression softened when he saw that Zhao Hao was from Song. He casually took the document holder and then smiled slightly.

He discreetly slipped the $20 bill from his ID holder into his pocket, waved to his companion, and said, "Alright, it was a misunderstanding. Let him go..."

The matter was resolved just like that. After the two policemen had walked away, Gou Quan spat viciously, "Pah! This white pig was deliberately looking for trouble! Damn it, he almost searched my ass!"

"Okay, don't worry about it too much. At least they didn't use batons to search your anus~ Things will get better in the future..." Zhao Hao comforted him.

Zhao Hao: I see no hope for at least the next forty years.

Gou Quan replied, "I know, I know. They discriminate against us because of our skin color! It's because Black people have a higher crime rate; after all, Duncan and I just went to collect protection money this morning!"

"It's all those damn Italian mafia's fault, they've gone crazy causing trouble, and now Duncan and I are going to have to change bosses again..."

Zhao Hao: Holy crap, I wasn't wrong about you guys!

The main reason was that Duncan's size was too eye-catching. In this situation, any white police officer would be vigilant and check his identification.

However, although Duncan looks fierce, he is actually quite simple-minded.

He had been used as a free thug by street gangs many times before, and sometimes he even went to jail as a scapegoat. It was only after meeting Gou Quan that things started to get a little more comfortable for him, and he began to live the life of "killing off the boss" under Gou Quan's guidance.

Zhao Hao patted Gou Quan on the shoulder: "Alright, alright, it's all because you helped me that you had to suffer! It's my treat tonight!"

Zhao Hao saw a large backpack at Duncan's feet, which was something Zhao Hao had asked Gou Quan to help him get.

At the small Song-style restaurant, Zhao Hao ordered a huge table of dishes, and the three of them devoured them in no time. They drank over a dozen bottles of beer alone.

After the meal, Gou Quan sent Duncan away, but stayed behind himself.

Zhao Hao asked, "Why aren't you going home?"

Gou Quan looked at Zhao Hao with suspicion: "I'm worried that you might have some bad intentions!"

"Bad intentions? What bad intentions could I possibly have?"

"Then how do you explain what you want?"

"I'm only slightly useful... Besides, these things can't really do anything!"

Gou Quan shrugged, completely unconvinced: "Who knows! You Song people are good at chemistry, maybe you're going to make bombs!"

Gou Quan's intuition told him that Zhao Hao was up to something big and wouldn't leave!

Zhao Hao thought for a moment, "Alright! I won't hide our relationship from you. If you're really ready, come with me!"

Zhao Hao took Gou Quan home, and on the way they bought two large buckets of green carbonated drinks.

Gou Quan: "Don't you like drinking soda? Why are you selling so many apple-flavored drinks?"

Zhao Hao smiled mysteriously: "I have a very important use for you!"

When he arrived at Zhao Hao's small warehouse, he cleared out a space, placed a broken iron bucket, and then poured the materials into it one by one.

Gou Quan was tearing open the jelly packaging, and his hand cramped up from it!

"My God! What are you trying to do?" Gou Quan cried out in despair.

Zhao Hao looked around cautiously and asked, "Gou Quan, have you heard of Amway... no! Have you heard of alchemy?"

Gou Quan looked utterly bewildered: "Alchemy? I have heard Elder Zhi Dian mention alchemy!"

Zhao Hao: Holy crap! You're not playing by the rules!

"Ahem! It's like this! I've mastered an alchemy technique and can create a magical substance. I'm going to experiment on it now... Hey, where are you going?"

Gou Quan, hiding behind a wooden cabinet in the corner, said, "What kind of damn alchemy uses jelly and apple juice? You really are making bombs! I'm afraid you'll blow me up!"

Zhao Hao: Does making a bomb require jelly and apple juice?

After all the materials were poured in, Zhao Hao poured the last sulfuric acid into the iron bucket, and then injected a large amount of spiritual energy!

Then the substance inside began to churn and bubble, and then it emitted a faint green light!

Gou Quan's eyes widened, the whites of his eyes particularly noticeable: "Buddha above, could this be radiation-proof?"

Zhao Hao: "Do you think I'm dumping Fukushima nuclear wastewater?"

Soon the green substance began to condense and shrink, its texture becoming transparent, turning into a trembling, translucent gel!

Then the iron bucket began to dissipate, like melting snow, rather than disappearing completely!

All that remained on the ground was a clump of green, gelatinous substance, about 50 centimeters in diameter, which looked shaky and very bouncy!

I have to say, the Amis have a really strong ability to accept this kind of thing!

Just like in the movies, the first reaction to discovering aliens or prehistoric creatures isn't suspicion or calling the police, but rather: "Wow, that's awesome! I'm rich! I'm going to be famous!"

Gou Quan looked like he'd seen Buddha. "Zhao Hao, did you succeed?"

Zhao Hao didn't know either!

Suddenly, two small eyes appeared on the gelatinous substance with a "pop," and then it started to wriggle!

It rolled around, taking all the scraps of paper and debris on the ground into its body and digesting them. Finally, it even ended up rubbing against Zhao Hao's feet!

This stuff is highly corrosive! Heaven knows how Zhao Hao managed to resist the urge to retreat.

However, just as he had guessed, the green thing did not harm him in the slightest.

It can control its own digestive ability!

Afterwards, Zhao Hao and Gou Quan conducted a series of tests and gave instructions in the warehouse, and finally named it Xiao Ruan.

Little Soft has an extremely strong digestive ability, capable of digesting anything it comes into contact with. Metal, soil, wood, waste paper, glass, plastic...

Moreover, it appears to possess its own intelligence and can understand some of Zhao Hao's commands.

Gou Quan looked at the little creature with two beady green eyes that were darting around and observing everything, and asked with some doubt, "It seems to be alive, and has its own intelligence?!"

Zhao Hao had already learned more information through some mental connection.

"That's right, it has its own intelligence, roughly equivalent to your fifth grade level!"

Gou Quan was shocked: "What? It can actually do addition and subtraction?!"

Zhao Hao and Xiao Ruan: You're only in fifth grade and you only know addition and subtraction? You're incredibly bad at it!

……

Meanwhile, Gulecha, his body wrapped in bandages and covered in plaster casts, lay on a hospital bed, utterly despondent.

Most of his students had already left on the way to take him to the hospital, and the last few who did so seemed unlikely to continue learning Muay Thai from him. In fact, it's hard to say whether he himself will even be able to continue training.

Two hours ago, a few well-dressed Italians came here, threw him two wads of cash, and left without a word. He had been abandoned.

The main reason is that his upper arm injury is very serious, and it is very likely that he will not be able to recover to the state before the injury.

He not only messed up the job, but he is also no longer of any use.

His life turned completely dark.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man wearing a top hat, a tailcoat, and carrying a cane appeared in the dark corner of the room.

"Gurecha, you are a good fighter, so do you want to regain your dignity and gain greater power?"

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Chapter 44 Accompanying Uncle Tie to collect the goods~

For once, Orange wasn't lounging on the coffee table, sofa, or cabinet; instead, she was rummaging through the new little soft furnishings with great interest.