The moment the bell rang.
The Muay Thai Boxer's left leg swung out like a battle axe.
The Jujutsu Practitioner slithered along the ground like melting tar, and in the instant the sweeping leg brushed past his hair, his finger struck into the opponent's knee like a poisonous snake flicking its tongue.
As the Muay Thai Boxer stumbled and kneeled, the Jujutsu Practitioner's grappling skill climbed up his thigh to the waist and hip.
"Crack!"
The crisp sound of the knee lock was drowned out by the roaring applause from the audience.
But the fight wasn't over yet.
The Muay Thai Boxer's temple veins bulged, and he swung the person towards the gilded pillar, shouldering the strangling hold.
Yet just as the Jujutsu Practitioner's head was about to hit the stage corner, he suddenly pushed off the pillar, looping around like a python and completing a rear-naked choke from behind.
With this, the fight was over...
The referee promptly stepped forward to separate the two of them.
The applause and curses from the audience reached a climax at this moment.
Fang Qingyu stood by the stage, expressionless, watching till the end...
With only one thought in his mind.
It seems doable?
It's not that Lin Jiao can fight, but rather it seems like I could fight as well.
If he were the Muay Thai Boxer, he wouldn't have kicked at the start, but punched instead, and even if he missed the opponent and got struck in the knee, he wouldn't have staggered.
The Pile Skill wasn't practiced for nothing.
In this way, the Jujutsu Practitioner wouldn't have the chance to grapple him.
However, he would still take the attacks he ought to take.
All of this is just imagining in vain.
The real result can only be known by actually fighting a match.
But there's one fact Fang Qingyu is sure of...
That is, the gap between himself and these people isn't as big as imagined.
Once he joins the formal class, he should be able to give it a try.
In the end, the loser was carried off in a stretcher.
The winner stayed on stage, enjoying the cheers from the audience.
This was a randomly arranged fighting match.
The winner was rewarded with a percentage of the bet amount.
120,000!!!
Fang Qingyu looked on with a bit of envy...
This one fight was enough for 12 days at the clubhouse.
Which decent person could resist such temptation?
Fortunately, his current attribute points are sufficient, no rush at the moment.
Subsequently, Fang Qingyu observed several more arena matches, all randomly arranged.
He found that the intensity here, as Qin Jiao mentioned, was not lacking.
It's roughly between formal students and elite students.
There were no other red-letter professions, nor any presence overwhelmingly terrifyingly strong.
This made Fang Qingyu a bit curious...
Given this intensity, if Qin Jiao came to fight, he could easily earn a lot.
Why stay at the Martial Arts Hall as an instructor then?
Although the tuition is quite expensive, it couldn't be more than this.
But Fang Qingyu was just curious, not thinking much of it.
Until 12 o'clock.
Lv Chen came to notify Fang Qingyu of his shift end.
"How was it, pretty simple, right? There's usually nothing much to do, only need to stop a few overly excited spectators."
"Yeah... pretty simple."
Fang Qingyu nodded, tonight, besides watching fights, he also observed his own colleagues on stage.
People in many areas just stood there all night without needing to move.
In comparison, it was even more relaxed than in the bar area.
At the bar, the crowd was constantly pushing forward; here it was just like standing guard.
"Alright, coming for an official shift tomorrow?"
"Okay."
Fang Qingyu nodded.
This time, he was obligated to Brother Qiao for the opportunity.
Upon exiting the clubhouse, Fang Qingyu glanced around, seeing all sorts of entrepreneurs, high officials, and executives...
Completely different from the ordinary professions he usually encountered.
When he first obtained the genealogy chart, Fang Qingyu considered getting such a profession in the future.
Now he no longer had such thoughts.
No entrepreneur could compare to the joy Martial Arts Apprentice brought him.
Returning home.
Fang Qingyu began grinding the activation progress of Dragon Banner and Handstand Pushup.
With each increment in strength,
He could reach Martial Artist sooner.
The continuous feedback of getting stronger kept Fang Qingyu's heart always striving upwards.
Practicing until two in the morning.
Both skills unlocked simultaneously.
[Congratulations on obtaining the Professional Basic Skill "Dragon Banner"!]
[Congratulations on obtaining the Professional Basic Skill "Handstand Pushup"!]
The current experience for both skills was 0.
Next began the real grind of progress.
After taking a bath and just before resting, Fang Qingyu finally attributed his last point to Power.
[Power: 9.9→10.9]
To alleviate today's martial arts training and last night's physical training fatigue.
A warm current coursed through his body.
The bruises accumulated during the day were quietly fading during his sleep.
...
The next day.
Arriving at the Martial Arts Hall.
Qin Jiao awaited early on-site, arranged everyone's training plans, and as usual, watched Fang Qingyu train.
"This kid's punching power has increased again..."
With his years of experience, he could tell through someone's punching process whether there's progress.
But the exact punching power still needed testing to determine.
Once Fang Qingyu entered training mode, all surrounding movements were automatically filtered out.
As his proficiency with Pile Skill Boxing increased,
His practice increasingly focused his attention on his body.
Feeling the power surge from every muscle.
Finally venting through his fists completely on the punching post.
This was the entire process of body forging.
Sweat bore witness to Fang Qingyu's progress, the Heavenly Dao in this moment materialized diligently rewarded.
"Come over, let's measure your punching power first."
Having finished his training, Fang Qingyu moved to the daily testing phase.
This time Qin Jiao was even more eagerly expectant than Fang Qingyu.
Bang —
107KG!!
"Good, good, good!!!"
Qin Jiao showed a more excited expression than Fang Qingyu for the first time.
Fang Qingyu followed with a smile.
And looked at his own panel.
[Power: 10.9→11.1]
[Speed: 9.7→9.9]
[Physique: 10.8→11.0]
[Profession: Martial Arts Apprentice Level 1 (83/100)]
[Talent: Martial Seed (★)]
[Professional Basic Skill 1: Hidden Dragon Posture Level 2 (39/200)]
[Professional Basic Skill 2: Basic Boxing Level 2 (100/200)]
The physical attributes and profession panel were steadily growing.
Especially, the experience of the Martial Arts Apprentice had been skyrocketing from a few days of training.
At this rate, he might level up by tomorrow.
The main and secondary professions were different.
The Fitness Enthusiast, upon reaching level two, only resulted in a significantly increased speed of training skills.
So last night, he managed to grind through two skills in one go.
While leveling up the main profession could unlock advanced professional skills!!
Fang Qingyu was very much looking forward to it...
Upon reaching level two, he wondered what kind of skill it would grant him.
"Stop grinning foolishly, come to practice actual combat basics."
Qin Jiao snapped a photo of the screen, patted Fang Qingyu's shoulder upon seeing him standing idly.
"Okay!"
Fang Qingyu was filled with motivation at the moment.
Once the combat class ended, Qin Jiao hurriedly left with a word.
Fang Qingyu didn't ask much.
Everyone has their stuff, it's quite normal.
After a shower and change of clothes,
Upon his way out, Fang Qingyu didn't rush to deliver food.
Instead, he first headed to Qingtang Clubhouse.
No attribute points to add today.
But, it was perfectly timed.
The bar's salary, settled after deciding to go to the Martial Arts Hall last night, was paid off.
57 days of wages.
Totaling 15,200.
Adding more than two thousand bonuses and recent delivery earnings, the total was 19,820.
A day's earnings more, enough for two visits to the clubhouse.
"Welcome to Qingtang Clubhouse~"
Inside the worn-out facade, it was classic and elegant.
Entering, he hadn't even started the massage, Fang Qingyu's mind naturally eased a bit.
"Chengfeng Martial Arts Hall, food supplement and massage package."
"Okay, this way, please."
The staff smilingly led Fang Qingyu down the aisle.
This was Fang Qingyu's first time coming for a massage here alone.
While admiring the interior design.
Someone came face-to-face.
The red job title overhead...
Extremely striking.