Tiger Might Martial Arts School

Tiger Might Martial Arts School

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

Fang Mo's kick had landed perfectly. If Fang Mo hadn't been weak and powerless in the legs, Qin Lang would have been down one ball.

Even so, the examination showed that he had been injured by the kick. Between the tests and the medicine, half the day was spent in a flurry.

Smoke practically poured 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 mere thought of Fang Mo made his teeth itch with hatred.

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

He took two men with him, ready to settle the score with Fang Mo, only to find that Fang Mo had already left the hospital. Qin Lang was so furious he nearly went mad.

"Young Master Qin, I have good news. You'll definitely be happy to hear it."

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

"Spit it out."

Qin Lang said irritably, holding his injured legs.

The rich young master smiled. "Just now, word spread through the underworld that Fang Mo has been expelled from the Fang Family—and he took five million with him!"

"Give me that!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Young Master Yang hesitated. "Young Master Qin, isn't that a bad idea? He's still the Fang Family's Eldest Young Master. Even if he's left the Fang Family, if something really happens to him, I'm afraid it'll be hard to account for!"

Qin Lang immediately glared. "What are you afraid of? If anything happens, our Qin Family will bear it. Just do it!"

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

City God 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.

Though there were martial arts academies and Inherited Sects, martial arts schools remained exceptionally popular, much like tutoring schools on Earth.

At an academy, it was impossible for a teacher to give one-on-one instruction, but martial arts schools could provide that kind of service. Moreover, many schools hired highly skilled instructors.

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

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

The martial arts school's disciples did not drive them away; they deliberately let people watch. This was how the school attracted apprentices.

The next day, in the afternoon, as slanting sunlight spilled across City God 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. "The school master of Tiger Might Martial Arts School, Guan Lie, has an extremely domineering Tiger Subduing Fist. It was passed down from Dan Shi Mountain Buddhist Monastery. It's a profound internal-power fist art, with both combat techniques and training methods. Back then, Guan Lie used Tiger Subduing Fist to fight his way through all thirty-eight martial arts schools in Yunyang!"

"Although he's gotten older and is past fifty, he's still at the peak of Hua Jin. He still holds considerable standing in Yunyang's martial arts world!"

"Besides, he's a decent man and willing to teach the real stuff. I've already asked someone to speak to him. Just go in directly!"

"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, but when he saw Fang Mo bare his teeth in pain, he quickly withdrew his force. He put an arm around Fang Mo's shoulders. "You don't want people to see you, so I won't go down with you. If anything comes up, call me!"

"Alright!"

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

Yue Jian watched Fang Mo's frail, waning back with a complicated look in his eyes. He did not think Fang Mo's path in martial arts would amount to anything. Without the innate bones of a martial artist, it was simply impossible to achieve much.

He sighed softly, pressed the accelerator, and the car quickly drove away.

Fang Mo straightened his clothes, stepped forward, and knocked on the door. A small side door opened, and a young man in training clothes poked his head out, sizing Fang Mo up and down.

"What do you want?"

"I'm here to learn martial arts. This is my letter of introduction!"

He respectfully presented the letter of introduction Yue Jian had brought him.

Tiger Might Martial Arts School was extremely strict in accepting disciples. With Fang Mo's aptitude, he could never have gotten in on his own.

Someone had pulled strings to obtain the school's letter of introduction—plainly speaking, it had cost both money and favors.

The young man took the letter and glanced it over before opening the door. "Come in!"

Fang Mo stepped into the martial arts school, and his view suddenly opened up. All kinds of equipment were arranged in neat order, exuding an ancient, rustic air. More than twenty trainees were either punching or holding stances, every move brimming with strength and rhythm.

Fang Mo took a deep breath. This was a place to temper one's will and strengthen one's body—and the new starting point of his path in martial arts.

The young man said solemnly, "Don't look around. Come with me to see the Master!"

Fang Mo withdrew his gaze and followed the young man through the front courtyard and central hall, arriving at the rear courtyard.

It was a world apart.

The rear courtyard was even larger than the front one, with all manner of training equipment around it. More than a dozen trainees were practicing.

These people were clearly far stronger than the outer courtyard trainees. Their punches were heavy and fierce, occasionally cracking through the air with explosive booms.

Their temples were full, their blood and vitality abundant, and they all emanated the might of fierce tigers.

Beneath a large locust tree in the courtyard stood a grandmaster's chair, with a tea table beside it.

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

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

The young man led Fang Mo over and handed up the letter of introduction.

Fang Mo guessed that this man was Guan Lie.

He studied him carefully. The man was broad and powerfully built, his complexion ruddy and full of vitality. His square face carried an air of authority, and his thick black hair made him look nothing like a man of fifty.

Guan Lie took the letter, swept his eyes over it, and lightly frowned. "Step forward!"

Fang Mo stepped forward.

Guan Lie gripped and felt several places on his body, his expression turning 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're setting foot on? On the path of martial arts, those without both sound bones, perseverance, and talent cannot endure for long."

Fang Mo's expression was firm as he replied respectfully, "This disciple understands. I am willing to give it my all and fear no hardship."

Guan Lie fell silent for a moment, as though weighing something. At last, he sighed and gently set down the letter of introduction.

"The martial path is no easy matter, especially for you—it will be even more arduous. But since your resolve is firm, I will not stop you. Still, I must remind you: there are no shortcuts here. Only sweat and persistence."

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

Guan Lie looked at Fang Mo's expression and nodded. Turning to the young man who had brought Fang Mo in, he said, "Take him to pay the fees and collect his uniform. Tell him the things he needs to watch out for, then bring him to the front courtyard and hand him over to your Second Senior Brother!"

"Yes, Master!"

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

After the two left, a young man of twenty-five or twenty-six who had been nearby instructing other trainees walked over. Watching Fang Mo's departing back, he said, "Master, this man isn't suited for training, is he? Why did you still accept him?"

Tiger Subduing Hall adhered even more closely to traditional methods, taking in disciples as disciples, and thus had higher requirements for their innate physique.

Other martial arts schools or halls could easily have hundreds or even thousands of students, while his school had only a little over thirty. That alone showed just how strict it was.

"Wasn't it because President Yue of Fu Yun Hall asked me?" Guan Lie sighed softly. "Most of our medicinal herbs and Exotic Beast Meat come from Fu Yun Hall, so it wouldn't be right to brush him off. Let the boy train. With that body of his, he won't be able to endure more than a few days before leaving on his own!"

"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, I'll have to rely on your guidance from now on!"

Fang Mo hurriedly cupped his fists.

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

Ding Zhiyuan smiled faintly as they walked. "The tuition includes daily training, lunch, weekly nutritional supplements—Exotic Beast Meat—and medicinal baths. Any additional needs will cost extra..."

Fang Mo followed Ding Zhiyuan, listening to his introduction.

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

When they reached the payment counter, Fang Mo paid nearly fifty thousand for three months of tuition and collected two sets of training clothes.

Ding Zhiyuan led Fang Mo to the front courtyard.