Beating You Until Even Your Father Wouldn't Recognize You

"Whew..." As he walked out of the Extreme Martial Arts Hall, Chen Daolin still felt a bit shaken.

After he demonstrated the potential of a martial artist, those senior students who had previously ignored him, as well as the high-and-mighty instructor Jiang Nian... all showed their enthusiastic side.

Jiang Nian even pulled him aside to rattle off a list of benefits that came with becoming a martial artist, speaking so eloquently that Chen Daolin was left dumbfounded.

It was the first time Chen Daolin learned that the status of a martial artist in this world was so high; even if a martial artist broke the law in society, they weren't handled by the police, but by a higher-level department.

Martial artists possess an extremely special and noble status!

Money, fame, status, villas... as long as you become a martial artist, these things are almost within easy reach!

Chen Daolin shook his head. "According to Instructor Jiang Nian, as long as I become a martial artist of the Extreme Martial Arts Hall, I can get a detached villa. The Extreme Martial Arts Hall is truly generous." Nowadays, in the entire Huaxia Country, there are only six major human bases, which are the six major cities.

Land is extremely precious, and detached villas are subject to heavy luxury taxes. In this era, the state places restrictions on such villas; you can't just live in one because you have money.

You need money, power, and a special status to move in.

Of course, as long as you become a martial artist and join the Extreme Martial Arts Hall, you can get one for free. Although you can only live in it and not sell it, this is already quite impressive. A detached villa in this era is worth at least two or three hundred million.

Even in the entire Yi'an District, there are very few people who can afford to live in one.

Without the qualifications, having money isn't enough.

And that's just for ordinary martial artists. Peerless powerhouses who stand at the pinnacle of martial arts, like the world's number one Hong or Thunder God, can even hold equal dialogues with major nations.

Chen Daolin couldn't help but sigh; the benefits of becoming a martial artist are truly... immense.

Lin Xiao pulled Ji Xuan along behind Chen Daolin, whispering.

"Little Xuan, you and Chen Daolin really don't have anything going on, right?"

"Mm."

"Then I'm relieved."

"?"

Ji Xuan looked at her best friend speechlessly. What on earth are you thinking about?

The next afternoon, under the envious, jealous, and resentful gaze of Lin Xiao, Chen Daolin and Ji Xuan walked together into the martial arts training hall on the third floor of the senior student building.

"Little Chen."

"Little Ji."

"Little Chen, Little Ji, you're here."

Those senior students who had witnessed Chen Daolin's test the previous night greeted them warmly one after another.

Those who frequently trained at the Extreme Martial Arts Hall generally didn't come from wealthy backgrounds; their conditions were similar to those of Chen Daolin and Ji Xuan, living in low-rent housing rather than the neighborhoods of the rich that had their own private training rooms. They were more inclined to recognize someone like Chen Daolin, who achieved success through his own "hard work."

In reality, Chen Daolin's ability to use the King Kai Fist was indeed achieved through his own day-and-night efforts over the past two years. After all, the pain of constantly pushing beyond the limits of one's body is something ordinary people cannot imagine.

Beneath Chen Daolin's ordinary exterior, there actually lay a thick, resilient nerve.

Chen Daolin and the others chatted with the senior students for a while before dispersing to begin their own training.

Chen Daolin's true physical fitness was only at the intermediate student level; it was only through the secret, unknown method of the King Kai Fist that he could erupt with the strength of a martial artist. Since the foundation of the King Kai Fist remained his own strength, Chen Daolin would not slack off, training until he was drenched in sweat.

"Hoo... ha..."

Panting and drenched in sweat, Chen Daolin inadvertently turned his head toward Ji Xuan's direction, and his eyes immediately went wide.

Ji Xuan was wearing a tight black tank top, exposing her firm, sexy waist. One could faintly see a few solid abdominal muscles on her fair, flat stomach. Below her round, perky buttocks, her toned, slender legs looked exceptionally alluring. Her skin, radiating the aura of youth, glowed with a rosy luster, and beads of crystal-clear sweat dripped down, full of unique charm.

Ji Xuan, who was concentrating on her training, suddenly felt something. She turned her head in confusion, scanned the area, and finding nothing worthy of her attention, she continued her training. As for Chen Daolin beside her, he was completely ignored.

As the youngest and prettiest senior student in this Extreme Martial Arts Hall, it wasn't as if Ji Xuan hadn't been pestered by men before, so she was used to training alone to avoid annoying situations. Chen Daolin, whom she regarded as a friend, was subconsciously excluded from that category.

Perhaps Ji Xuan didn't even realize the trust she held for Chen Daolin in her heart.

Just then, a few people walked up the stairs on the third floor, paused for a moment, and headed straight toward Chen Daolin and the others.

Most of the senior students training had their attention focused on them.

"Isn't that Zhang Bailan and Tang Cheng? Didn't they get taught a lesson by Little Ji a few months ago? Why are they here now?" Some senior students who recognized them whispered among themselves.

Zhang Bailan brought a few people to the side of Chen Daolin and the others. Without even looking at Chen Daolin, she said directly to Ji Xuan, "Ji Xuan, dare to have a match with us?"

A muscular young man in his twenties couldn't help but speak up, "Zhang Bailan, this is the Extreme Martial Arts Hall. What do you think you're doing?"

Zhang Bailan said coldly, "This is a matter between me and Ji Xuan. Stay out of it."

A senior student watching from the sidelines also spoke up, "You brought these people here; surely you don't intend to challenge Ji Xuan to a one-on-one?"

These senior students had sharp eyes and rich experience; they could see that the people Zhang Bailan brought were not to be trifled with. Some recognized a few of them as children from wealthy families. Compared to students from ordinary backgrounds, those wealthy kids could use resources to better improve themselves, and their strength was generally higher than that of students from ordinary backgrounds.

Some students who were on good terms with Ji Xuan couldn't help but worry.

Zhang Bailan stared at Ji Xuan. "Tell me, do you dare?"

After going home that day, Zhang Bailan had thought about it over and over and couldn't swallow this insult. Thinking that the college entrance exam was approaching, she felt she had to teach her enemy Ji Xuan a lesson before graduation. Therefore, she had specifically used her connections to find a group of strong helpers in her circle, one of whom had even passed the quasi-martial artist assessment just last month. Zhang Bailan didn't believe Ji Xuan could win against this.

Ji Xuan raised an eyebrow. Just as she moved to step forward, Chen Daolin blocked her, looking at Zhang Bailan with a faint smile. "Zhang Bailan, I want to have a match with you. I wonder if you dare?"

"You?" Zhang Bailan was stunned, then laughed in anger.

It wasn't as if she didn't know Chen Daolin's strength; he had only barely crossed into the intermediate student level. She, however, was a senior student, and it would be perfectly normal for her to become a martial artist before graduating from university—after all, she had an uncle who was considered quite powerful even among martial artists.

"Since you don't know when to quit and are asking for a beating, I'll be happy to oblige," Zhang Bailan said bluntly.

Her plan was simple: teach the people around Ji Xuan a lesson first, which might provoke Luo Bin into stepping into the ring herself. But would Chen Daolin let her have her way?

Zhang Bailan found it a bit strange that Ji Xuan didn't try to stop her.

On the contrary, a meaningful smile appeared on Ji Xuan's face, causing Zhang Bailan to frown slightly. She couldn't understand why Ji Xuan was so calm; did she really think her weak, pathetic, and helpless friend was a match for someone like her?

What a joke.

The other members of the martial arts gym who knew the truth wore strange expressions, looking at Zhang Bailan with a hint of pity.

Chen Daolin, for his part, smiled even more brightly.

After putting on their protective gear, the two arrived at the center of the training hall, while the others scattered to watch from the sidelines.

The two gym staff acting as referees were accustomed to such matters; after announcing the rules, they immediately signaled the start.

Without any wasted words, Zhang Bailan and Chen Daolin, standing face to face, moved at the same time.

Confident in dealing with a mere intermediate student, Zhang Bailan was full of assurance. As they entered striking range, she threw a kick. In reality, it was just a feint; if Chen Daolin blocked it, she would transition into a follow-up strike, and if he didn't, the kick would land squarely on his body.

Chen Daolin's expression remained calm as he silently activated the King Kai Fist.

Double!

As his body shuddered, his physical attributes leaped forward in an instant. Chen Daolin's strength, speed, and neural reflexes all doubled... Zhang Bailan's lightning-fast, aggressive movements suddenly slowed down in his eyes. The next moment, Zhang Bailan's vision blurred, and Chen Daolin vanished from before her.

A gust of wind struck from behind, making Zhang Bailan's heart skip a beat. She dodged to the side without hesitation, but although her reflexes were fast, her body couldn't keep up. A massive force slammed into her backside, and with a sharp pain, she was kicked flying in a humiliating, face-down sprawl.

But faster than her flight was Chen Daolin's movement. In the blink of an eye, he reached out to grab her dangling leg, spun around, and swung her body in a nearly 180-degree arc, slamming her mercilessly into the floor in front of him.

Zhang Bailan waved her arms helplessly, like a broken doll, as Chen Daolin's immense strength forced her face-first into the gym's hard alloy floor in a most intimate and enthusiastic collision. A violent, thunderous crash echoed throughout the entire training hall.

BANG!!!

"..."

Chen Daolin slowly let go, straightened his back, lifted his head toward the ceiling, and exhaled slowly.

Refreshing!!!