Tongyuan Combat Gym's Life of Luxury

The moment the bell rang.

The Muay Thai fighter unleashed a left leg kick like a battle axe.

The Jujutsu practitioner, however, slid across the ground like melting tar. The instant the sweeping leg grazed his hair, his index finger, like a viper's tongue, poked into his opponent's knee pit.

As the Muay Thai fighter staggered to his knees, the Jujutsu practitioner's submission move climbed up his thigh towards his waist.

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of the knee lock forming was drowned out by the roar of cheers from the audience.

But the fight wasn't over.

Veins bulged on the Muay Thai fighter's temples as he endured the chokehold, swinging his opponent towards the Gilded Stage Pillar.

However, just as the Jujutsu practitioner's back of the head was about to smash into the corner of the stage, he suddenly pushed off the pillar for leverage, winding around to his opponent's back like a python to complete a rear naked choke.

With that, the fight ended.

The referee beside them promptly stepped forward and pulled the two apart.

The cheers and curses from the audience surged to a climax at this moment.

Fang Qingyu stood by the edge of the stage, watching with an unperturbed expression.

He had only one thought in his mind.

It seems like I could fight.

Not that Instructor Lin could fight, but that he himself, if he went up, could also fight.

If he were the Muay Thai fighter, he wouldn't have kicked at the start. Instead, he would have thrown a punch. Even if he missed the opponent like the Muay Thai fighter did, and his knee pit was poked, he wouldn't have staggered.

His Stance Training wasn't for nothing.

This way, the Jujutsu practitioner wouldn't have had the chance to apply a submission hold on him.

However, even if he was supposed to take the hits, he would still take them.

These were just hypothetical scenarios.

The real outcome could only be known after a fight.

But there was one fact Fang Qingyu was very sure of.

That was that the gap between him and these people wasn't as large as he had imagined.

Once he joined the Formal Class, he should be able to give it a try.

Finally, the loser was carried off on a stretcher.

The winner remained on the stage, basking in the audience's cheers.

This was a randomly arranged combat match.

The winner received a percentage of the betting amount.

120,000!!!

Fang Qingyu's eyes felt a little envious.

One fight like this was enough to spend 12 days at the club.

What sensible person could resist such temptation?

Fortunately, his current attribute points were still sufficient, so there was no rush.

Next, Fang Qingyu continuously observed the ring matches, several randomly arranged bouts.

He found that the intensity here was indeed as Instructor Qin had said.

It was roughly between the Formal Disciples and the Elite Disciples.

He didn't find any other red-lettered professions, nor any beings terrifyingly powerful.

This made Fang Qingyu a little curious.

At this level of intensity, if Instructor Qin came here to fight, he could easily earn a fortune.

Why would he still stay at the Martial Hall as a coach?

Although the tuition fees were very expensive, it was unlikely to earn more than this.

However, Fang Qingyu was just curious and didn't think much about it.

It wasn't until 12 o'clock.

Lu Chen came to inform Fang Qingyu that his shift was over.

"How was it? Very simple, right? Usually, there's nothing much happening. Only a very small number of overly excited spectators need to be restrained."

"It was quite simple."

Fang Qingyu nodded. Tonight, besides observing the fights, he had also watched his colleagues on stage.

Many people in certain areas just stood there all night without needing to move.

Compared to that, it was even more relaxed than the bar.

The crowd at the bar was constantly surging forward, while here it was like standing guard.

"Alright, so you'll come to work officially tomorrow?"

"Okay."

Fang Qingyu nodded.

This time, he owed Brother Jiao a favor.

Walking out of the club, Fang Qingyu scanned his surroundings. All he saw were entrepreneurs, high-ranking officials, and executives.

It was completely different from the ordinary professions he usually saw.

When he first got the lineage chart, Fang Qingyu had also thought about taking up such a profession in the future.

Now, he no longer had that idea.

What entrepreneur could compare to the joy a Martial Arts Apprentice brought him?

Back home.

Fang Qingyu began to grind the activation progress for Dragon Flag and Handstand Push-up.

Every bit of strength gained now.

Would allow him to reach the level of a Martial Practitioner sooner.

The feedback from constantly getting stronger kept Fang Qingyu's heart always striving upwards.

He trained until two in the morning.

Both skills were unlocked simultaneously.

[Congratulations on obtaining the basic professional skill "Dragon Flag"!]

[Congratulations on obtaining the basic professional skill "Handstand Push-up"!]

Both skills currently had 0 experience.

From now on, the real grind would begin.

After taking a shower, and just before resting, Fang Qingyu finally added the last attribute point to Strength.

[Strength: 9.9 → 10.9]

To alleviate the fatigue from training martial arts during the day and working out at night.

A warm current surged through his body.

The bruises on his body, which had been drawn out during the day, were quietly fading during his sleep.

The next day.

He arrived at the Martial Hall.

Instructor Qin was already waiting in the training area. After arranging the training plans for everyone else, he watched Fang Qingyu train as usual.

"This kid's punching power has increased again..."

With his years of experience, he could tell if someone had improved just by watching them punch.

However, the specific punching power would only be known after testing.

Once Fang Qingyu entered his training state, all surrounding noises were automatically blocked.

As his proficiency in Stance Training and fist techniques grew higher.

He now unconsciously focused his body's attention inward while practicing.

Feeling the strength surge from every muscle.

Finally, it was completely released onto the punching post through the tip of his fist.

This was the complete process of tempering the body.

Sweat bore witness to Fang Qingyu's progress, and the Heavenly Dao's reward for diligence was materialized at this moment.

"Come, let's test your punching power first."

After Fang Qingyu finished training, it was time for the daily testing session.

This time, Instructor Qin was even more expectant than Fang Qingyu.

Bang—

107KG!!

"Good, good, good!!!"

Instructor Qin showed an expression more excited than Fang Qingyu for the first time.

Fang Qingyu also smiled.

He looked at his status panel.

[Strength: 10.9 → 11.1]

[Speed: 9.7 → 9.9]

[Physique: 10.8 → 11.0]

[Profession: Martial Arts Apprentice Lv.1 (83/100)]

[Talent: Martial Seed (★)]

[Primary Profession Skill 1: Hidden Dragon Stance Lv.2 (39/200)]

[Primary Profession Skill 2: Basic Fist Technique Lv.2 (100/200)]

Fang Qingyu's physical attributes and profession panel were steadily increasing.

Especially the experience for Martial Arts Apprentice, which had been skyrocketing with the training over the past two days.

He could level up as early as tomorrow.

The main profession was different from a secondary one.

For Fitness Enthusiast, leveling up to Lv.2 only had the effect of significantly increasing the speed of training skills.

That's why he was able to grind out two skills in one go last night.

But leveling up the main profession would unlock advanced profession skills!!

Fang Qingyu was looking forward to it.

He wondered what kind of skill he would get when he reached Lv.2.

"Stop grinning like an idiot and come practice combat basics."

Instructor Qin took a picture of the screen and, seeing Fang Qingyu still standing there blankly, patted his shoulder.

"Coming!"

Fang Qingyu was fully motivated.

After the combat class ended, Instructor Qin said goodbye and left in a hurry.

Fang Qingyu didn't ask any questions.

After all, everyone had their own things to do; it was normal.

He took a shower and changed his clothes.

After coming out, Fang Qingyu didn't rush to deliver food.

Instead, he first rode towards the Clear Pool Club.

He didn't have any attribute points to add today.

However, it was perfect timing.

His wages from the bar were settled last night after he decided to go to the combat gym.

57 days of salary.

A total of 15,200.

Adding the over two thousand in bonuses from that day, plus the money from delivering food recently, he had a total of 19,820.

If he earned for one more day, it would be enough for two visits to the club.

"Welcome to the Clear Pool Club~"

The run-down storefront had an antique charm.

As soon as he entered, even before the massage began, Fang Qingyu's state of mind naturally calmed down a bit.

"Chenfeng Martial Hall, Dietary Supplement Massage Package."

"Certainly, please come this way."

The staff member smiled and led Fang Qingyu towards a corridor.

This was Fang Qingyu's first time coming for a massage alone.

As he was admiring the interior decoration, someone walked towards him.

The red professional title above their head

was exceptionally glaring.