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"New Moon Fight Club?"

Sulu looked up at the sign. "This should be it, right?"

He stepped onto the soft, scarlet carpet and approached the front desk.

There seemed to be incense burning or perfume spraying all around, the air was invigorating, and it inexplicably had a formal and high-end feel.

"Hello, sir, how may I help you?"

The receptionist asked sweetly, Sulu glanced at the name tag on her chest, which read Han Xiaole.

"Is this the New Moon Fight Club?"

"Yes, sir, would you like to become a member? We have three tiers: Silver, Gold, and Diamond... The Silver annual membership is currently on promotion for only 9999..."

Sulu's eyelids twitched. "No need, I just want to come and learn a few combat lessons?"

"Oh." Han Xiaole was slightly disappointed, but still cheered. "We have many combat sports coaches here, and they charge by the hour. It's 200 per lesson, but you can try one lesson first."

"Then let's try it out first."

Sulu handed over the money; he had come specifically because he saw the introduction online.

"Okay, sir, please follow me."

Han Xiaole led the way, and after walking through a long corridor, they arrived at a huge Daoist temple.

The venue is very large, divided into many smaller areas, with a boxing ring, punching bags, treadmills, and many other exercise equipment.

By this time, many students had already started training with the instructors.

"Our facility is professional; all our coaches are professionally qualified..."

Han Xiaole, carrying a folder, walked into a free-fighting arena. "This is your coach, Fang Cheng!"

Sulu looked over and saw a tall, thin young man demonstrating various fighting moves in the arena. He looked quite fluid and elegant.

Han Xiaole went up and said a few words. Fang Cheng turned around, glanced at Sulu, and frowned. "My name is Fang Cheng. You can call me Coach or Brother Cheng from now on."

He had a few more years of experience than Han Xiaole, and judging from Sulu's clothes, shoes, and overall demeanor, he was clearly not from a wealthy family.

He was somewhat unhappy that teaching such people was difficult and the commission was low.

"Coach."

Sulu entered the arena, looked around, and said excitedly, "Can I spar with them? I like combat sports, the real kind!"

"Can."

Fang Cheng sneered and casually pointed to a student, "Huang Gao, you come and spar with him."

"No! I want to test the coach's skills."

Sulu stared at Fang Cheng.

He could certainly sense the other person's contempt.

"Oh? That's courageous."

Fang Cheng laughed heartily, "Put on your protective gear."

"No."

Sulu waved his hand, walked to the center of the field, and looked at the excited students watching with a calm expression.

"Students, watch carefully. Now, I'm going to give you a practical exercise, mainly using the techniques I taught today."

Fang Cheng beckoned to Sulu: "Come on."

Being challenged by an ordinary person, he was also a little angry and decided to teach Sulu a lesson.

Han Xiaole, on the other hand, was anxiously standing at the edge of the field, clutching a folder.

"So..."

Sulu charged forward suddenly, then roared, "Ah! Da!"

The enormous roar was terrifying, echoing throughout the hall, and people in the nearby areas stared in astonishment.

Immediately, they saw a stranger leap high into the air, delivering a perfect high kick followed by a roundhouse kick, right in Fang Cheng's profile.

--A certain leaf Whirlwind!

Snap!

The next moment, the coach collapsed to the ground and lost consciousness.

Outside the fight arena.

Han Xiaole stared wide-eyed at the panting Sulu. "You didn't come here to learn, you came here to challenge us, didn't you?"

"Coach?"

The trainees rushed over, but fortunately, this was a professional combat sports gym, and they were prepared for injuries, with a doctor on standby nearby.

A professional doctor immediately came over to examine his pupils and check his pulse, then shook his head. "He's fine, he just fainted..."

Sulu stood there quietly, having anticipated all of this.

The opponent underestimated me, and my shouting disrupted my concentration, allowing me to strike first and knock him out in one blow!

In reality, if it really came down to a fight, my body would be too weak, and I'd probably be no match for my opponent.

"What happened?"

The chaotic crowd immediately attracted many coaches, who, after understanding the situation, stared at Sulu with somewhat strange expressions.

This kid... is he really here to challenge us?

"Sorry, sorry... I didn't hold back a bit during the match just now."

At this moment, Sulu finally caught his breath and said, "I'm leaving now! I'm leaving now!"

He bowed repeatedly, as if embarrassed, and left the fighting ring.

The coaches and students on the sidelines stared at each other blankly.

We agreed it was a real combat competition, but now that they've rushed in, it's really turned into a fight, with so many people against one person. They can't afford to lose face!

"An interesting kid."

Not far away, two people saw this scene and smiled at each other.

"Coach Gu, what do you think?"

A young man watched Sulu's retreating figure, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Strong awareness, but poor manners... But that ruthlessness, and the grasp of timing and the extent of damage, are truly remarkable... A freak! A freak!"

The man known as Coach Gu was 1.9 meters tall, wearing only a nylon vest. His muscles looked as if they were about to burst out of the vest, and his skin had a dark color.

He narrowed his eyes and said, "He's a promising talent, but it seems he came here specifically to beat people up."

"A challenge? Doesn't seem like it..."

The young man scratched his head in confusion, his expression turning cold. "Looks like Fang Cheng has made some enemies outside, bringing them into the clubhouse? Go warn him. If it happens again, send him to the personnel department for a month's salary and get out!"

[XP+15]

Sulu's failure to consider his actions might cause a coach to suffer further losses later.

He was currently looking at the Attribute Panel with amusement.

Furthermore, Han Xiaole returned all the deposit he had paid.

Stepping out of the guild hall, Sulu looked up, narrowing his eyes: 'Not bad, not bad... Using this trick to fleece people, you can at least fleece every guild hall in the East City once... How much experience is that? And it doesn't even cost any money. At worst, you'll get beaten up...'

'Techniques like Krav Maga Combat Arts... are somewhat different in this world and not universally applicable. They need to be adapted and transformed to regain some fighting fundamentals. Although I won't be as strong as in my previous life, it will still be enough to deal with three to five ordinary people.'

Several days later, at night.

Sulu dragged his tired body back to Bai Jing Restaurant.

He sat on the bed, grimacing as he applied safflower oil to his body. He had several bruises on his body and was wincing in pain.

If you cause trouble on someone else's turf, you have to be prepared to get beaten up.

Fortunately, in this society, the other party doesn't dare to go too far.

After this series of staged accidents, I gained a lot of experience points, and I actually learned something.