I Think You Have Pretty Good Talent

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 perfectly straight the whole time, let out a sigh of relief.

"Yes!"

Lu Yuan, who had been practicing the Military Body Fist in the corner, hurried over when he saw Li Qinghe come out.

"Qinghe Jie, are you okay?"

A suggestive smile appeared on Li Qinghe's face.

"What could possibly happen to me? Ming Ge and I are old acquaintances."

Lu Yuan: "..."

He fell silent for a moment before speaking.

"Thank you for this, Qinghe Jie."

"I'm still waiting for little brother Lu Yuan to make it big and take me away from this damned place someday."

Li Qinghe patted Lu Ze on the shoulder and smiled.

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

"Alright, we'll talk about the future later. Ming Ge has already agreed to let you train here. Once he comes out, go ask him for guidance."

Lu Yuan nodded.

"Then I'll head back first. I'm so sleepy."

Li Qinghe covered her mouth and yawned, then said goodbye to Lu Yuan and left the Da Ming Martial Hall.

Lu Yuan continued practicing the Military Body Fist.

A few minutes later, Frank Ming came out as well.

There was a faint, satisfied smile on his face. Lu Yuan glanced at him and lowered his head slightly.

When Frank Ming saw Lu Yuan, he walked over, bared his white teeth in a grin, and smiled.

"You're Lu Yuan, right? Qing He said you wanted to train your body techniques here? You're learning the Military Body Fist and Military Killing Sword?"

Lu Yuan nodded. "Yes."

Frank Ming sized Lu Yuan up and said, "Show me."

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

Lu Yuan had practiced the Military Body Fist for less than a day. Although he had learned the forms, his movements were not especially smooth. Still, Lu Yuan was quite strong, and even without mastery, his punches carried a fierce wind.

At first, Frank Ming did not pay much attention. Then his expression gradually turned serious. Looking at the wind from those punches, a stunned look appeared on his face.

The strength displayed by that punch wind was nothing like that of a Gene Warrior who had just awakened and had never entered the Origin Land!

After finishing the set of punches, Lu Yuan's face was slightly red, and he breathed lightly.

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

Lu Yuan paused. "What's wrong?"

Frank Ming came back to his senses, his expression slightly strange.

"...Qing He said you awakened the day before yesterday?"

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

Frank Ming fell silent for a moment before speaking.

"Come on. Punch me."

Lu Yuan froze and looked at Frank Ming. "Ming Ge, you want me to punch you?"

"What? Afraid you'll hurt me? Hurry up and do it."

Frank Ming showed a trace of impatience.

Lu Yuan twitched the corner of his mouth.

Frank Ming was very strong, and Lu Yuan was no match for him. What else could he do?

Fine, then. He would punch him.

He drew back his fist, lowered into a bow stance, twisted his waist, and threw a punch. Fist wind surged as his fist struck toward Frank Ming's chest.

Feeling that fist wind, Frank Ming's pupils contracted slightly. He raised his palm, as broad as a fan, and blocked Lu Yuan's punch.

Lu Yuan found that his fist seemed to have struck a wall of bronze and iron. It could not advance an inch, while Frank Ming's body did not even sway.

This made him even more certain that there was a huge gap between his strength and Frank Ming's.

He was still far too weak.

As Lu Yuan's thoughts raced, Frank Ming's voice sounded.

"...Did you really just awaken?"

Lu Yuan looked at Frank Ming in confusion. This was the second time he had asked that question.

Was there something wrong with him?

Lu Yuan was puzzled.

"I just awakened."

Frank Ming looked at Lu Yuan with a strange expression.

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

Lu Yuan was startled. Only then did he understand what the problem was.

So he had performed too well?

This strength was a little too powerful, unlike that of a Gene Warrior who had just awakened?

He definitely could not say that he could sense spiritual energy without even entering meditation. That would be too outrageous.

Lu Yuan thought for a moment before speaking.

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

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

Lu Yuan changed the wording.

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

Then he coughed dryly and revealed a smile.

"Ahem... You're Lu Yuan, right? Since Qing He entrusted you to me, and I think you have pretty good talent, I'll reluctantly take you as my disciple. What do you say?"

Lu Yuan was somewhat stunned and asked.

"Ming Ge, are you very strong?"

"I..."

Frank Ming was about to speak when he suddenly remembered Qing He's earlier warning and forcibly shut his mouth.

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

Lu Yuan: "?"

That was it?

Only Warrior Level?

Wasn't he only a little stronger than Lu Yuan?

At least Lu Yuan had limitless potential.

Lu Yuan was speechless for a moment.

Lu Yuan gave an awkward laugh and said, "Ming Ge is really impressive, but I haven't started university yet. Let's talk about it after I get into university."

Hearing Lu Yuan's words, Frank Ming frowned slightly. Naturally, he could hear the perfunctory tone in them.

But when he thought of how Lu Yuan had been brought here by Qing He, he did not dare do anything to him. He could only force a smile and nod.

"Alright. We'll talk again after you start university."

Lu Yuan looked at Frank Ming in surprise.

He had thought Frank Ming would fly into a rage from embarrassment, but he had not gotten angry at all.

It seemed he was a good person.

Still, Lu Yuan would probably need to keep a lower profile from now on.

At the very least, before he was safe enough, he could not show off too much.

Frank Ming continued.

"If you want to train your body techniques well, practicing alone won't do. I'll arrange a few opponents for you. You need to spar with them!"

As he spoke, he turned to a burly man practicing punches not far away.

"Xiao Hu!"

The burly man turned around. A simple, goofy smile was on his square face as he jogged over.

"Ming Ge!"

"Mm. Go up on the stage and train with this kid."

"Huh? This Bean Sprout?"

Xiao Hu glanced at Lu Yuan and could not help showing a troubled expression.

"I'm afraid I won't hold back and might beat him to death... How about someone else?"

Lu Yuan raised an eyebrow slightly when he heard that, but said nothing.

"Cut the crap. It's you! Otherwise, I'll train with you!"

Hearing that, Xiao Hu immediately became serious. "Alright, I'll do it right away!"

Only then did Frank Ming nod in satisfaction.

"Come with me."

He led the two of them to an arena.

Two burly men were sparring on the arena, their fists smashing heavily into each other's bodies. Their bodies and faces were covered in bruises.

Quite a few people were watching below the arena, with cheers and jeers ringing out nonstop.

"Lao Mao! Can you even do this? Straight punch! Right hook! Fuck him up!"

"Shan Zhu! Put some strength into it! Have you not eaten? Hit him! Hit that sissy!"

When the spectators saw Frank Ming approach, they quickly made way. They curiously looked over the three of them, especially Lu Yuan, an unfamiliar face.

Frank Ming slapped the arena floor, making it thud loudly.

"Stop!"

Frank Ming's words carried weight here. The two men, who had been fighting fiercely on the arena, exchanged one last punch before pulling apart.

They wiped the wounds on their faces, panted heavily, glared fiercely at each other, then looked toward Frank Ming.

"Ming Ge."

Frank Ming beckoned and grinned.

"Get down. Switch out!"

"Switch out?"

Not only Lao Mao and Shan Zhu, but even the spectators were stunned.

Then someone asked expectantly.

"Ming Ge, are you planning to get up there and train?"

"Xiao Hu is going to be the punching bag?! Brilliant!"

"Hurry up and start! Ming Ge is awesome!"

Hearing everyone's words, Xiao Hu still wore his goofy smile. He scratched his head.

"Brothers, I'm afraid I'll disappoint you. Ming Ge isn't fighting. It's me and this Bean Sprout going up there."

Xiao Hu pointed at Lu Yuan.

The crowd looked Lu Yuan over and was immediately disappointed.

"Him? He's not even as thick as my arm. One punch and he'll be begging not to die."

"A new face? Why isn't a sissy like this entertaining clients at the Golden Radiance Club? What's he doing here?"

"Hey! Sissy! You won't piss your pants from fear when you get up there, will you?!"

"Hahahahahaha!!"

The crowd whistled and laughed at Lu Yuan.

Ming Ge also crossed his thick arms and grinned.

He looked at Lu Yuan teasingly.

"What do you say, kid? Going up or not?"

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

"Let's give it a try."

Xiao Hu scratched his head with a silly smile. "Then if I knock you down, I'm not paying your medical bills!"

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

"Since it's settled, get up there."

Amid the crowd's whistles, Lu Yuan and Xiao Hu stepped onto the arena.