Your Talent Seems Quite Good

Five minutes later, Li Qinghe finished her Link Game, stood up, and walked toward the door.

"You don't need to come out."

Frank Ming, who had been standing straight the whole time, let out a breath of relief: "Yes!"

Lu Yuan, who had been practicing Military Body Fist in the corner, saw Li Qinghe come out and quickly walked over: "Qinghe Jie, are you alright?"

A suggestive smile appeared on Li Qinghe's face: "What could happen to me? Ming Ge and I are old acquaintances."

Lu Yuan: "..."

He paused for a moment, then spoke: "Thank you for this, Qinghe Jie."

"I'm still waiting for little brother Lu Yuan to make it big and take me out of this godforsaken place someday." Li Qinghe patted Lu Yuan's shoulder and laughed.

Lu Yuan looked at Li Qinghe and nodded seriously: "Don't worry, I will."

"Alright, let's talk about the future later. Ming Ge has already agreed to let you train here. When he comes out, go ask him for advice."

Lu Yuan nodded.

"I'll head back first. I'm so sleepy." Li Qinghe covered her mouth with her hand, yawned, then said goodbye to Lu Yuan and left Da Ming Martial Hall.

Lu Yuan continued practicing Military Body Fist.

A few minutes later, Frank Ming also walked out.

A hint of satisfied smile hung on his face. Lu Yuan glanced at him and lowered his head slightly.

Frank Ming saw Lu Yuan, walked over, grinned showing his white teeth, and laughed: "You're Lu Yuan, right? Qinghe said you want to train your physique here? Learning Military Body Fist and Military Killing Sword?"

Lu Yuan nodded: "Yes."

Frank Ming sized up Lu Yuan and spoke: "Show me what you've got."

Lu Yuan took a deep breath and began practicing Military Body Fist.

Lu Yuan had only been practicing Military Body Fist for less than a day. He had learned the forms, but his execution wasn't very smooth. However, his strength wasn't weak. Even if he wasn't proficient, his punches still carried a fierce wind.

At first, Frank Ming didn't pay much attention, but gradually his expression turned serious. Watching the force of the punches, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

The power shown by those punches didn't seem like it belonged to a Gene Warrior who had just awakened and hadn't even entered the Origin Land yet!

After finishing the set, Lu Yuan's face was slightly flushed, and he breathed a little heavily.

He turned to look at Frank Ming and found him wearing a stunned expression.

Lu Yuan paused: "What's wrong?"

Frank Ming snapped out of it, his expression somewhat odd: "...Qinghe said you awakened the day before yesterday?"

Lu Yuan nodded: "Yes, Ming Ge. Is there a problem?"

Frank Ming was silent for a moment, then spoke: "Come on, hit me."

Lu Yuan was taken aback, looking at Frank Ming: "Ming Ge, you're telling me to hit you?"

"What? Afraid you'll hurt me? Hurry up." Frank Ming showed a hint of impatience.

Lu Yuan twitched the corner of his mouth.

This Frank Ming was very strong. He was no match for him. What could he do?

If he had to hit, he'd hit.

He pulled back his fist, stepped forward, twisted his waist, and threw a punch. The wind surged as his fist shot toward Frank Ming's chest.

Feeling the force of the punch, Frank Ming's pupils contracted slightly. He raised his large, spade-like hand and blocked Lu Yuan's fist.

Lu Yuan found that his fist seemed to hit an iron wall, unable to advance an inch, and Frank Ming's body didn't even sway.

This also made him more certain that the gap between himself and Frank Ming was far from small.

He was still very weak.

As Lu Yuan's thoughts wandered, Frank Ming's voice rang out: "...Are you really just awakened?"

Lu Yuan looked at Frank Ming with some confusion. This was the second time he had asked this question.

Was there something wrong with him?

Lu Yuan was a bit puzzled.

"You just awakened."

Frank Ming looked at Lu Yuan with a somewhat strange expression:

"When you first guided spiritual energy, how long did it take you to sense it, and how long to absorb it?"

Lu Yuan was startled, then realized what his problem was.

So he'd been too impressive?

This power felt a bit strong, not like a newly awakened Gene Warrior?

He definitely couldn't say he could sense spiritual energy without even entering a meditative state—that was too absurd.

Lu Yuan thought for a moment, then spoke:

"It took me less than half a day to absorb the spiritual energy."

An instant counted as less than half a day, right?

Lu Yuan rephrased it.

Hearing Lu Yuan's words, Frank Ming still widened his eyes.

Then he coughed dryly and forced a smile:

"Ahem... Lu Yuan, right? Since Qing He entrusted you to me, and I see you have decent talent, I'll reluctantly take you as my apprentice. How about it?"

Lu Yuan was taken aback and asked:

"Ming Ge, are you strong?"

"I..."

Frank Ming was about to speak, but suddenly remembered Qing He's warning and clamped his mouth shut.

He said, "Ahem, although I just broke through to First Order Warrior Level, I'll become really strong in the future!"

Lu Yuan: "?"

That's it?

Just Warrior Level?

Isn't that not much stronger than me?

At least I have limitless potential.

Lu Yuan was speechless for a moment.

Lu Yuan gave a dry laugh and said, "Ming Ge is really impressive, but I haven't started college yet. Let's talk about it after I get in."

Hearing Lu Yuan's words, Frank Ming frowned slightly. He could naturally tell Lu Yuan was brushing him off.

But thinking that Lu Yuan was brought here by Qing He, he didn't dare do anything to him. He could only force a smile and nod:

"Alright, we'll talk when you're in college."

Lu Yuan glanced at Frank Ming in slight surprise.

He'd thought Frank Ming would get angry from embarrassment, but he didn't seem mad at all.

Seemed like a decent guy.

Still, he'd probably need to keep a lower profile from now on.

At least until it was safe enough, he shouldn't show off too much.

Frank Ming continued:

"If you want to get good at physical techniques, training alone won't cut it. I'll set up a few sparring partners for you—you'll practice with them!"

With that, he turned to a burly man not far away who was practicing punches and called out:

"Xiao Hu!"

The burly man turned around, his square face breaking into a simple grin as he jogged over:

"Ming Ge!"

"Yeah, take this kid up on the platform and spar."

"Huh? This Bean Sprout?"

Xiao Hu glanced at Lu Yuan and couldn't help grimacing:

"I'm afraid I'll lose control and kill him... How about letting someone else go?"

Lu Yuan raised an eyebrow slightly at that but said nothing.

"Less talk, it's you! Otherwise, I'll spar with you myself!"

Hearing this, Xiao Hu immediately straightened up seriously: "Alright, I'm on it!"

Frank Ming nodded in satisfaction.

"Follow me."

He led the two of them to a fighting ring.

Two burly men were sparring on the ring, landing heavy punches on each other, their bodies and faces covered in bruises.

A crowd of onlookers stood below the ring, cheers and jeers ringing out nonstop.

"Lao Mao! You good or what! Straight punch! Right hook! Fuck him up!"

"Shan Zhu! Put some muscle in it! You fucking starved or something! Hit him! Hit that sissy!"

When the onlookers saw Frank Ming approaching, they quickly made way, eyeing the three of them with curiosity, especially the unfamiliar face of Lu Yuan.

Frank Ming slapped the ring floor, making it boom.

"Stop!"

Frank Ming's word carried weight here. The two men on the ring, who had been fighting fiercely, landed one last punch on each other and pulled apart.

They wiped the wounds on their faces, panting heavily, glaring at each other before turning their gazes toward Frank Ming.

"Ming Ge."

Frank Ming waved a hand and grinned, "Get down. Switch it up!"

"Switch it up?"

Not just Lao Mao and Shan Zhu, but the onlookers were taken aback too.

Then someone asked expectantly, "Ming Ge gonna step up and spar?"

"Xiao Hu's the punching bag?! Hell yeah!"

"Start it! Start it! Ming Ge's a beast!"

Hearing the crowd, Xiao Hu kept his simple, honest smile, scratching his head. "Sorry to disappoint, bros. Ming Ge's not fighting. It's me and this bean sprout going up."

Xiao Hu pointed at Lu Yuan.

The crowd sized up Lu Yuan and immediately lost interest.

"Him? His arm's thinner than mine. One punch and I'd have to beg him not to die."

"New face? A sissy like that should be entertaining guests at Golden Radiance Club, not hanging around here."

"Hey, sissy! You gonna piss your pants when you get up there?!"

"HAHAHAHA!!"

They whistled and laughed at Lu Yuan.

Frank Ming crossed his thick arms and grinned wide, looking at Lu Yuan with mockery. "What do you say, kid? In or out?"

Lu Yuan raised an eyebrow, glanced at them, and silently rolled up his sleeves.

"Let's give it a try."

Xiao Hu grinned and scratched his head. "If I knock you flat, I'm not paying for the hospital."

Lu Yuan twitched the corner of his mouth. "You won't have to."

"Since that's settled, get on the ring."

Amid the whistles, Lu Yuan and Xiao Hu stepped onto the ring.