Free Combat Champion

Just after one in the afternoon.

Fang Cheng was not at the training venue where he should have been.

Instead, he had changed into a blue suit, held a stack of advertising flyers, and stood in front of Gate 7 of the Shopping Mall.

The crowds around him surged endlessly, all of them entering the mall to shop and have fun.

"Big brother, want to learn kung fu? It strengthens the body and keeps you fit, essential for self-defense at home..."

From time to time, he called out the ad copy, handed out flyers, and promoted fighting classes to the men passing by.

Yet after only a few words, he was met with dismissive waves.

Quite a few young women, on the other hand, chose to stop and listen patiently.

But it looked like their intention to strike up a conversation outweighed any desire to buy classes.

Some bolder girls even directly asked for his personal contact information.

Fang Cheng wore a polite smile, but Cold Sweat beaded faintly on his forehead.

He only felt that Marketing Department work was simply not something a normal person could handle.

If he had a choice, he would rather do a thousand Push-Ups than endure this awkwardness.

How awkward was it?

Like telling an unfunny joke in public a hundred times.

That was probably what it felt like.

The day before yesterday, Fang Cheng had sought out his supervisor and expressed his wish to rotate through various positions to gain work experience.

Old Qiu did not care either way.

The key issue was that the department was currently short on Manpower. Once a transfer was made, it would inevitably create personnel issues.

So he told Fang Cheng to find the manager and submit an application report.

In the end, before he had even finished writing the report, Manager Li had proactively called him in for a talk at Noon today.

The conversation had been fairly pleasant at first.

As usual, Manager Li had offered a few words of encouragement, saying things like work hard and the company would not mistreat Outstanding Employees.

Afterward, Manager Li had hinted that Fang Cheng could officially stay on.

As Long As he performed well, he could be promoted to deputy department head next year, and in a few more years, he might even become a supervisor.

Fang Cheng neither agreed nor disagreed and did not state his position On the Spot.

A supervisor position was too distant an empty promise, and a deputy's salary would not be much higher.

Of course, having a chance for promotion and a raise was definitely a Good Thing.

Seeing that Manager Li seemed to be in a good mood, Fang Cheng had Taken the Opportunity to request a position rotation.

Manager Li pondered for a moment and said it could be considered.

However, Fang Cheng first needed to prove his abilities in a new position.

As a result, he had been transferred all the way from the Logistics Department to the Marketing Department.

Looking At the tide-like Scene of people around him, Fang Cheng Sighed.

He could not help wondering whether Manager Li had bad ears and misunderstood him, or had done this deliberately.

Wantong Shopping Center had been holding a lottery event these past few days.

As Long As shoppers met the spending requirement inside the mall, they could exchange their receipts with the organizers for gifts and lottery entries.

Rumor had it that the prizes included Refrigerators, color televisions, and the trendiest home computers available now.

So even though it was not a weekend or holiday, it had drawn a large number of residents looking to join the excitement.

Fang Cheng's task today was to recruit a batch of new students for the Club's year-end performance push.

Many competitors from other industries had similar ideas.

The yoga classes, dance classes, Wellness Centers, and fitness gyms upstairs had all mobilized.

Wantong Shopping Center had been Deserted for most of the half year since it opened, with educational and training institutions occupying half the place.

Now that the mall management was holding an event to draw crowds, naturally no one wanted to miss such an opportunity.

At nearly every high-traffic spot, there were peers handing out flyers and running advertisements.

The Club had also only managed with great difficulty to secure this Auspicious Land beside Gate 7.

"Brother Fang Cheng, come help us, okay?"

A sweet voice drifted into his Ear.

Fang Cheng turned and Looked, only to see two young women in OL uniforms waving at him.

A table had been set up at the entrance, along with several advertising display stands that had not yet been fully assembled.

They were his colleagues from the Marketing Department.

"Sure!"

Fang Cheng answered decisively, and immediately felt relieved In his heart.

No matter what he did now, it would feel more comfortable than standing there foolishly handing out flyers.

After securing the display stands and putting up the promotional posters, Fang Cheng dusted off his hands and Scanned the images and text on them.

The first two posters mainly introduced the Club's environment and facilities, instructors and classes, as well as related discount offers.

The last one was a portrait photo of a certain Fighting Star.

On the life-sized image of the muscular man, his eyes were sharp and piercing, almost tangible.

On the right was an extremely eye-catching headline:

"Fighting King Zheng Haokang will visit our Club on December 17. Stay tuned!"

Below it was a large block of text introducing the sports star's life experiences and honors.

A native of Wenchuan District, Dongdu City, Sanda King, Olympic boxing champion, and two-time national Free Combat champion.

He later switched to KFC and successfully claimed the lightweight gold belt, becoming the first Xia Country Boxer to win a championship in a top-tier world fighting event.

Because he had trained at the Global Elite Fighting Club for a time before becoming famous, the Club management often cited his story as their golden calling card for attracting students.

It was said that inviting him to teach a guidance class This Time had cost over a hundred thousand yuan, and many students had already paid in advance to reserve the course.

"Thank you for helping us, Brother Fang Cheng."

One female colleague's cheeks reddened slightly as she handed him A Cup of hot water.

The other female colleague immediately refused to be outdone and eagerly said:

"Brother Fang Cheng, you must be tired. Sit down for A Moment first. We're not in a hurry to hand out flyers."

The two women surrounded Fang Cheng, chattering nonstop.

One moment they asked after him with concern, the next they spoke up for him, saying the manager was stingy and that changing positions should come with a raise.

Fang Cheng drank the hot water and casually chatted with them.

But all his attention was on that last poster.

Stared intently at the dashing face of the fighting champion, his Thoughts surged like waves.

All along, Fang Cheng had held a hope: he wanted to see greater heights and broader sights.

Because this concerned the power levels of the entire world, and also the ultimate limit he himself could reach.

If... Extraordinary Power did not exist...

Would a world-class fighting champion mean standing at the pinnacle of human physical ability?

Fang Cheng's eyes Flashed Slightly as he pondered silently.

Perhaps only by observing and learning at close range, and sparring with a true top expert, could he find the answer.

He glanced at the date. There were still more than half a month left.

He had to train hard and make preparations so he could seize this rare opportunity.

With a thought, the Panel Emerged.

Fang Cheng Stared at all the skills he currently possessed.

Speed Reading Lv1 (36/250)

Focus Lv1 (81/250)

Cooking Lv0 (52/100)

Cleaning Lv0 (90/100)

Boxing Lv1 (41/250)

Push-Ups Level 1 (1/250)

Squat Lv0 (65/100)

Leg Raises Lv0 (0/100)

Squats and the Cleaning Skill were close to breaking through. At that point, he Should Be able to add points again and continue improving his physical attributes.

At the normal pace, Prisoner's Six Arts should also be fully unlocked within twenty days.

Right now, the most important thing Should Be learning other combat skills.

After all, the other party was a mixed martial arts fighter and a Free Combat champion...

Just as he thought of this, a questioning voice suddenly interrupted Fang Cheng's Thoughts.

"Excuse me, can learning this strengthen the body and keep one fit?"