Sanda Beginner

Sanda lv0 (0/100)

Seeing the brand-new Skill Bar unlocked on the Panel, Fang Cheng finally confirmed one fact.

He really had mastered the skill of "Sanda."

It was a pleasant surprise, though still within his expectations.

He had originally only been trying things out, practicing all kinds of Leg Techniques and Wrestling Techniques in combat.

After all, Sanda included four types of techniques: kicking, striking, throwing, and locking.

Fang Cheng's Fist Technique had long since reached Expert Level.

His Leg Techniques and Wrestling Technique, tested through actual combat tonight, were also enough to be called beginner level.

Only Joint Lock remained, a skill whose Key Points he had never grasped.

Because it was banned in professional competitions, the Coach did not place much importance on it, and had only briefly taught One Session on it while teaching women's self-defense.

Now, Fang Cheng had personally proven one system principle through practical action.

The basic techniques contained within a skill did not all have to be mastered before the complete skill could be unlocked.

When some of the basic techniques reached an exceptionally outstanding level, the entire skill could still be unlocked.

Fang Cheng reckoned that with his current Leg Techniques and Wrestling Technique, he could absolutely contend with those professional fighters.

If not for that technical Weakness, the evaluation of "beginner" was clearly a bit too low.

Thinking of this, he looked at the "Experience Babies" lying on the ground, crying for their fathers and mothers, and a thought couldn't help popping into Fang Cheng's mind:

How about... I play with them a little longer?

"Ah—"

"Brother Fei, brothers, I'm coming!"

Just Then, another punk came squeezing out from the crowd of onlookers, holding up a beer bottle.

He stared blankly at the scene, and when he saw his good brothers lying all over the place in a mess, his mouth couldn't help dropping wide open.

With a crash, the beer bottle in his hand fell and shattered.

Then, Without Hesitation, he turned and ran, without even having time to worry about the safety of his own big brother.

Brother Fei lay sprawled on the ground, his face looking as if he had eaten dirt.

Just Now, Fang Cheng's reverse Side Kick had sent one Thug flying, who then crashed into several rubberneckers who had been watching and cheering.

He was one of the "unlucky ghosts" who had been caught in the fallout.

Now, under Fang Cheng's strange gaze, his heart immediately started pounding.

He couldn't help secretly guessing whether this Expert, who could fight ten men alone, might have that kind of fetish.

"We... we admit defeat!"

"We're all people making a living in the underworld. We'll be seeing each other around. There's no need to go that far..."

He spoke incoherently, but there was only one meaning inside and out of his words: he was begging for peace.

Fang Cheng suddenly stepped forward and raised his palm toward him.

Brother Fei was so frightened that he tucked his head in. He wanted to hurry and climb to his feet, but his Legs were trembling and simply would not obey him.

Just as his eyes filled with panic and he looked around for an escape route, Fang Cheng merely reached out, pulled him up in one motion, then patted the dust off him and asked:

"Do you know Ma Donghe?"

Brother Fei froze for an instant, then immediately nodded again and again.

"I do, I do. Ma Ge is a famous name around our Jiangbei area. Who doesn't know him?"

The so-called "famous name" referred to a local underworld figure with a resounding reputation and a certain level of prestige.

Fang Cheng smiled faintly, then also said:

"I've sparred with him a few times. You could say we're boxing friends."

"Huh?"

Brother Fei was greatly shocked, then his attitude turned solemn with respect.

"Expert Brother, so you know Ma Ge? Then... then this really is the flood washing over the Dragon King Temple..."

After hearing Fang Cheng put it that way, this underworld big brother not only lost all his anger, but even began chatting warmly with Fang Cheng.

He kept talking about Ma Donghe's heroic deeds, how he fought his way through the Western Mountains and kicked his way through Jiangdong, saying Ma Donghe was his idol.

It was as if the two of them really were quite familiar.

Fang Cheng listened and nodded, then Took Out a Hundred Yuan Bill from his Pocket and handed it over.

"Sorry about Just Now. I hit a little too hard. Take this and get the brothers' injuries checked."

Brother Fei froze again.

"Well..."

He secretly glanced at Fang Cheng and saw that his expression was calm, carrying a meaning that brooked no refusal.

So he hurriedly accepted it with both hands.

"Thank you, thank you, Expert Brother. You're really too kind!"

Never mind saying the medical fees were pitifully little—such a gesture of goodwill clearly meant he was giving Brother Fei face!

Seeing that the other man had accepted the money, Fang Cheng pointed at Zhou Xiumei, who was standing not far away.

"This is my sister. Look after her from now on."

"Haha, no problem. What happened before was all just a misunderstanding."

Brother Fei seemed to have completely adjusted his mindset, and he immediately laughed heartily.

"A bro's sister is my sister. As long as I, A Fei, am in North Point Night Market, no one will dare bully her."

His face carried a hint of pride, and he had almost forgotten the pain of his broken wrist.

To receive regard from an expert on roughly the same level as Ma Donghe—this was a friendship born from a fight.

For someone like him, who scraped by in the underworld, it did not feel humiliating. Instead, he felt honored.

As they talked, they got along so well that he insisted on dragging Fang Cheng off to drink and chat, only stopping short of shamelessly swearing a brotherhood with him.

Fang Cheng smiled and politely refused.

Only after being refused again and again did Brother Fei reluctantly lead his group of limping, broken-armed thugs away, groaning and whining, to a nearby clinic for treatment.

But halfway there, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to still not know the other man's name...

In the night market, the clamor continued as before.

The onlookers were still pointing and discussing.

It was rare to see such a thrilling fight scene, one man against ten, and every one of them looked excited, treating it as fresh gossip.

The way they looked at Fang Cheng was as if they had seen a kung fu star from the movies.

If not for fear that they might get beaten up too, a crowd would probably have rushed up on the spot to ask for photos with him.

"Brother Cheng, are you hurt? Let me take a look. Do you need some ointment..."

Seeing that those hooligans had finally retreated, the heart Zhou Xiumei had been holding up finally settled back down.

She immediately ran forward and gently grabbed Fang Cheng's right arm—the one he had just used to block the stool—with both hands, wanting to lift his sleeve and check his injuries.

Fang Cheng pulled his hand back and signaled to her with his eyes:

"Even if you want to check my injuries, you can't do it in a place like this."

Sensing the many gazes cast over from around them, Zhou Xiumei could not help blushing. In a panic, she loosened her slender fingers.

The two of them then looked toward the stall.

They found that the handicrafts laid out on the carpet were already in complete disarray.

Some had even been stepped on and crushed flat, turning into piles of broken parts.

"Oh no, this is awful!"

Zhou Xiumei cried out at once, then hurried over in small steps and crouched down.

As she picked through the items that had survived intact, her heart ached terribly, and she kept muttering:

"Help, what am I supposed to do now..."

That fair, oval face was furrowed tight, and a faint crystalline glimmer rose in her eyes.

Fang Cheng also crouched down beside her, helping clean up the mess while asking casually:

"Why didn't you state your identity and say you're Inspector Zhou Yongnian's daughter? Those gangsters probably wouldn't have dared provoke you."

Hearing this, Zhou Xiumei's delicate hand paused. She lowered her head and stayed silent for a moment before saying apologetically:

"I'm sorry. I caused you trouble..."

"I'm the one who caused trouble for you."

Seeing this, Fang Cheng changed the subject and comforted her.

"Don't worry. Those punks won't come bother you again."

More than half the handicrafts for sale had been destroyed, and there were still spectators around watching the excitement. Clearly, business could no longer continue.

Zhou Xiumei decided to close up early tonight.

In just a few minutes, all the goods were packed into boxes and placed on a human-powered tricycle beside them.

"Let's go."

Fang Cheng got straight onto the tricycle's driver's seat and looked at Zhou Xiumei, signaling for her to sit in the back.

"Brother Cheng, let me do it myself."

Zhou Xiumei pressed her lips together and said softly.

Fang Cheng smiled faintly.

"I work out every day now, and I weigh over 160. Are you sure you can still carry me like you used to?"

Zhou Xiumei looked down and measured her own slender frame, instantly deflating. She obediently sat upright in the cart.

With the main character gone, the audience lost interest too, gradually dispersing and going about their own business.

Among the crowd was an uncle of around fifty, with a slight limp.

In his left hand he carried a bag of grilled skewers, and in his right he held a bottle of beer.

His gaze fell on the back of a certain someone riding away, thoughtful.