Tiger Might Martial Arts School

Qin Lang's balls hurt terribly, so he went to the hospital for an examination.

Fang Mo's kick had landed perfectly. If Fang Mo had not been physically weak and lacking strength in his legs, Qin Lang would have been down one ball from that kick.

Even so, the examination showed that he had been injured. Tests, medication—it took the better part of the day.

Smoke seemed to pour from Qin Lang's seven orifices with rage. Not only had he failed to teach Fang Mo a lesson, he had nearly become a man without balls. The very thought of Fang Mo made his teeth itch with hatred.

"No, I have to find Fang Mo again. If I don't smash his balls, I won't be able to swallow this anger!"

He took two men with him and prepared to settle the score with Fang Mo, only to find that Fang Mo had already left the hospital. Qin Lang was driven mad with fury.

"Young Master Qin, I've got some good news. You'll definitely be happy."

At that moment, one of his lackeys handed his phone to Qin Lang with a broad smile.

"Spit it out."

Qin Lang said irritably, clamping his legs together.

The rich young man smiled. "Just now, word spread through the underworld that Fang Mo was expelled from the Fang Family—and that he took five million from them!"

"Give it to me!"

Qin Lang snatched the phone and looked through the information on it.

A moment later, delight filled his face. "Good, excellent! Yang Jihua, confirm whether this news is true!"

Yang Jihua nodded. "All right. I'll have someone investigate further and report back to Young Master Lang!"

Qin Lang's gaze turned cold. "Doesn't your family control a gang called the Great Wind Gang?"

Young Master Yang hurriedly replied, "Yes, Young Master Lang. What is it? Does Young Master Lang want to...?"

A chilling glint flashed through Qin Lang's eyes. He made a light slicing motion with his hand and said through gritted teeth, "If the news is true, handle it nicely. Make sure no one knows..."

Young Master Yang hesitated. "Young Master Qin, isn't this a bad idea? He's still the Eldest Young Master Fang. Even if he has left the Fang Family, if something really happens to him, it may be hard to explain!"

Qin Lang immediately widened his eyes. "What are you afraid of? If anything happens, our Qin Family will bear the responsibility. Just do it!"

Seeing the look in Qin Lang's eyes, Young Master Yang gritted his teeth. "Fine!"

Chenghuang Street.

This place was also known as Martial Arts School Street.

More than a dozen martial arts schools, large and small, were gathered along this street.

Although there were martial arts academies and Inherited Sects, martial arts schools remained immensely popular, much like cram schools on Earth.

At an academy, it was impossible for instructors to teach students one-on-one, but martial arts schools could provide such service. Moreover, many schools hired coaches of exceptionally high standards.

Tiger Might Martial Arts School was also located on this street. It had front and rear courtyards, along with side courtyards and inner courtyards, covering several thousand square meters in total.

At this moment, more than twenty students were practicing forms in the front courtyard, their movements brimming with tiger-like might. Quite a few children outside clung to the gate and watched in secret.

The martial arts school's disciples did not chase them away. They deliberately let people watch; this was how the school attracted new students.

The next day, in the afternoon, as sunlight slanted down over Chenghuang Street.

An ordinary black sedan stopped in front of Tiger Might Martial Arts School.

"This is Tiger Might Martial Arts School!"

Inside the sedan, Yue Jian pointed at the signboard. "Guan Lie, the master of Tiger Might Martial Arts School, has an exceedingly domineering Tiger Subduing Fist. It was passed down from Danshi Mountain Buddhist Monastery. It is a profound power fist, with both fighting techniques and training methods. Back then, Guan Lie swept through all thirty-eight martial arts schools in Yunyang with his Tiger Subduing Fist!"

"Although he's getting on in years and has passed fifty, he still possesses Peak Hua Jin strength. He remains highly influential in Yunyang's martial arts world!"

"Also, he's a decent man who is willing to teach the real thing. I've already asked someone to speak with him, so you can go straight in!"

"Yue Jian, thank you."

Fang Mo looked at Yue Jian and spoke earnestly.

"We're brothers. Saying that makes us strangers!"

Yue Jian punched Fang Mo. Seeing Fang Mo grimace, he quickly withdrew his strength, then put an arm around Fang Mo's shoulders. "You don't want anyone to see you, so I won't go down with you. Call me if anything comes up!"

"Okay!"

Fang Mo nodded, pushed open the door, and got out. He waved at Yue Jian, then turned and walked toward Tiger Might Martial Arts School.

Yue Jian watched Fang Mo's frail retreating figure, his eyes complicated. He did not think highly of Fang Mo's path in martial arts at all. Without a martial artist's Bone Structure, it would be difficult to achieve anything.

He sighed faintly, pressed down on the accelerator, and the car swiftly drove away.

Fang Mo straightened his clothes and stepped forward to knock on the door. A small door slid open, and a young man in training clothes poked his head out, looking Fang Mo up and down.

"What do you want?"

"I'm here to learn martial arts. Here is my invitation letter!"

He respectfully presented the invitation letter Yue Jian had obtained.

Tiger Might Martial Arts School was extremely strict in accepting disciples. With Fang Mo's aptitude, he would never have been able to get in.

Someone had pulled strings to obtain the school's invitation letter. To put it plainly, it had cost both money and favors.

The young man took the invitation letter and gave it a look before opening the door. "Come in!"

Fang Mo stepped into the martial arts school, and his view suddenly opened up. All manner of equipment stood arranged in neat order, exuding an ancient air. More than twenty students were either throwing punches or holding stances, every move brimming with power and rhythm.

Fang Mo took a deep breath. This was a place to temper one's will and strengthen one's body, as well as a new starting point on his path toward martial arts.

The young man said in a deep voice, "Stop looking around. Come with me to see the school master!"

Fang Mo withdrew his gaze and followed the young man through the front courtyard, then through the Central Hall, and into the rear courtyard.

This place was a world apart.

The rear courtyard was even larger than the front one, with all sorts of training equipment surrounding it. More than a dozen students were practicing martial arts.

These people were clearly far stronger than the Outer Court students. Their punches were heavy and fierce, and booming cracks rang out from time to time.

Every one of them had full temples and surging vitality, radiating the might of a fierce tiger.

Beneath a great locust tree in the courtyard stood an armchair, with a tea table beside it.

A man in his forties sat in the chair, drinking tea as he watched his disciples train.

"School Master, this man is here to learn martial arts!"

The young man brought Fang Mo over and handed up the invitation letter.

Fang Mo guessed that this man was Guan Lie.

He examined him closely. The man was powerfully built, ruddy-faced, and brimming with vitality. His square face carried an air of authority, while his hair was thick and black. He did not look fifty in the slightest.

Guan Lie took the invitation letter and glanced over it, his brows drawing together slightly. "Step forward!"

Fang Mo stepped forward.

Guan Lie gripped and felt around his body several times, his expression growing even more solemn.

"Fang Mo?" Guan Lie raised his head, his sharp gaze falling on the young man before him. "Do you know what kind of road you are stepping onto? On the path of martial arts, those lacking bone structure, perseverance, and talent cannot endure for long."

Fang Mo's expression was resolute as he replied respectfully, "This disciple knows. I am willing to give it everything I have and fear no hardship."

Guan Lie fell silent for a moment, as though weighing something. In the end, he sighed and gently set down the invitation letter.

"Martial arts are no easy matter, especially for you. The road will be even harsher. But since your resolve is set, I will not stop you. Still, I must remind you: there are no shortcuts here, only sweat and perseverance."

Fang Mo respectfully bowed again and said earnestly, "Yes, School Master. I will work a hundred times harder!"

Guan Lie looked at Fang Mo's expression and nodded. Then he turned to the young man who had brought Fang Mo in. "Take him to pay the fee and collect his uniform. Tell him the things he needs to keep in mind, then bring him to the front courtyard and hand him over to your Second Senior Brother!"

"Yes, School Master!"

The young man answered, then looked at Fang Mo. "Come with me!"

The two left. A young man around twenty-five or twenty-six, who had been nearby instructing other students in their training, walked over. Looking at Fang Mo's departing back, he said, "Master, that person isn't suited for martial arts training, is he? Why did you still accept him?"

Tiger Subduing Hall adhered even more closely to traditional methods, taking students in as disciples. As such, its requirements for a disciple's bone structure were higher.

Other martial arts schools or gyms often had hundreds or even thousands of students. His school had only a little over thirty, which showed just how strict it was.

"Wasn't this a favor requested by Manager Yue of Fuyun Hall?"

Guan Lie sighed softly. "Most of our medicinal herbs and Exotic Beast Meat come from Fuyun Hall, so it wouldn't do to slight him. Let the boy train. With his body, he won't be able to take it after a few days and will naturally leave!"

"Junior Brother Fang, my name is Ding Zhiyuan!"

The young man led Fang Mo into the Central Hall, introducing himself as they walked.

"Senior Brother Ding, please look after me from now on!"

Fang Mo hurriedly cupped his fists in salute.

"Though I've only been here for less than half a year myself, if there's anything I can help you with, just tell me!"

Ding Zhiyuan smiled faintly as he walked. "The tuition covers daily training, lunch, weekly nutritional supplements—Exotic Beast Meat—and medicinal baths. Any additional needs require additional payment..."

Fang Mo followed Ding Zhiyuan and listened to his introduction.

Yet inwardly, he was shocked. No wonder they said martial arts training burned money. At this rate, his one million would not last long.

When they arrived at the payment office, Fang Mo paid nearly fifty thousand for three months and received two sets of training clothes.

Ding Zhiyuan led Fang Mo to the front courtyard.