485. Attempt

Bang! Bang!

Inside the training field.

Two figures collided violently.

Fists, knees, elbows... most parts of the body became weapons.

But after only two or three impacts, Gu Yuebo staggered back several steps, a pained expression on his face. Looking at his hands, he felt as if his bones were about to crack.

"I lost..."

He stared at a round-faced young man opposite him and sighed.

Slap! Slap!

Around the training ground, Cheng Feng clapped and stepped forward. "Master Wang's Iron Body Technique is simply divine... I'm conceding defeat in tomorrow's match."

As the owner of the fighting club, Cheng Feng didn't want his business to be embarrassed in front of so many media outlets, so he simply arranged an "exchange match" for tonight.

As it turned out, even Gu Yuebo, his most skilled subordinate, was no match for Wang Chaoqun.

Since that's the case, there's no need to hold any more competitions tomorrow; it would be embarrassing.

'This Wang Chaoqun is truly skilled in martial arts; he could probably compete for a world-class combat sports championship...'

Cheng Feng loves combat sports and has worked hard at it. Although his skill level isn't great, he has a good eye for things, and he immediately became very attentive. "I've already transferred the appearance fee and prize money for the exchange match to Master Wang's account."

"Very good."

Wang Chaoqun's expression was calm, and he barely broke a sweat, clearly indicating that he still had energy to spare.

After the nurse took Gu Yuebo away, Cheng Feng stared intently at Wang Chaoqun, then suddenly bowed deeply. "Master Wang... I am extremely fascinated by ancient martial arts. Please tell me... is there really... internal energy?"

"Internal energy?"

Wang Chaoqun smiled and said, "That depends on how you define it."

He sat down on a sandalwood chair by the side of the field, his left hand seemingly casually placed on the table.

After removing it, a clear palm print appeared.

"It really is... internal energy!"

Cheng Feng's eyes widened in surprise and excitement, the kind of excitement and astonishment an ordinary person would feel upon witnessing something extraordinary.

The furnishings here were all arranged by him, so he knew they weren't faked. Now, they were gathered around the table, their eyes shining as if they had seen some stunning beauty.

"Master Wang, I wonder if I have the honor of becoming your apprentice?"

Cheng Feng looked up, his eyes gleaming, and asked, "The apprenticeship fee is 1 million!"

"Cough cough..."

Wang Chaoqun was drinking tea when he heard this and coughed.

His appearance fee was only tens of thousands, but after touring around East City, he became almost a millionaire.

But now he realizes that he is still a long way from being truly rich.

"As the saying goes, 'The poor study literature, the rich study martial arts.' To practice martial arts, besides being willing to endure hardship, you definitely need money..."

Wang Chaoqun casually remarked, and then heard Cheng Feng raise the price again. "2 million!"

He thought for a moment, then shook his head. "My lineage is a secret tradition, and without my master's permission, I cannot accept you as my disciple. However... I have a medicinal diet recipe here that might be helpful for internal energy..."

"Two million, bought it."

Cheng Feng gritted his teeth and said, "Transfer the money immediately!"

"Become!"

Wang Chaoqun, somewhat dazed by the money, chuckled happily.

After confirming receipt of the remittance, he kept his word, picked up a brush and a piece of white paper, and wrote down a prescription.

"Century-old ginseng, Polygonum multiflorum..."

Seeing the initial mention of traditional Chinese medicine, Cheng Feng felt it was somewhat plausible, but then his expression turned conflicted. "Obsidian powder? And to smear rooster blood all over the body? This... this... is this for real?"

"Whether it's true or false, we'll find out soon enough."

Wang Chaoqun adopted a superior air, but inwardly he was gloating: 'I've struck gold! I've hit the jackpot!'

'This rich kid has no idea that these formulas are already circulating in small online circles, for free, and will inevitably leak out sooner or later; he'll definitely get access to them... However, people who haven't dreamt don't believe in this yet...'

'Since it's bound to be exposed eventually, might as well make a quick buck now.'

As for his own exposure issue?

Wang Chaoqun said he didn't care.

Judging from what we see online, the total number of newly emerging superhumans is quite large; it's impossible to condemn them all at once, right?

He just wants to be famous; the bigger the fame, the stronger the protective charm.

Even if the supposedly relevant authorities came knocking, he would sell himself out and cooperate fully, and might even be groomed into a star performer, at which point his future would be bright.

It's rare to see a fat pig these days, so naturally, people will slaughter it if they can.

However, given his connections, Wang Chaoqun provided the genuine formula, not a counterfeit, leaving himself an out.

"Good!"

Seeing his confident expression, Cheng Feng chuckled to himself, realizing he was making a fuss over nothing.

Perhaps, the reason why those martial arts masters fell from grace before was because they didn't have this 'medicinal diet' and 'medicinal bath'!

After chatting with Wang Chaoqun for a while and indicating that his side would concede defeat the next day, he saw the guest off and quickly had his secretary buy the relevant materials before hiding away in the villa alone.

"Let's give it a try; it won't just poison me to death!"

Cheng Feng stared at the earthenware pot simmering in front of him, and the large, clucking rooster tied up beside it. Somewhat worried, he made a phone call to his assistant, "Hey... Xiao Li, have the doctor from the guild hall come find me in half an hour. The room code is..."

He enjoys having fun and lives alone, so no one bothers him.

"However... I still find it strange, why is it made to look like some kind of mysterious ritual..."

Cheng Feng killed the chicken to collect its blood, took off his clothes, and still felt strange. "However... since Master Wang has said so, let's give it a try..."

He gritted his teeth, dipped a brush in chicken blood, and painted several mysterious symbols on his body.

Immediately, he picked up the boiled medicinal soup, let it cool slightly, and then gulped it down in one go.

"Hot! So hot!"

This medicinal cuisine is different from the previous ones.

He felt as if there was a ball of fire inside his stomach.

At the same time, the crimson runes on his body seemed to come alive, crawling like ants, making him feel itchy all over.

An uncomfortable feeling made Cheng Feng pace around the room.

He went faster and faster, his head became more and more dizzy, and finally, he felt as if his body had been hollowed out, and he collapsed to the ground, about to fall into a coma.

Knock knock!

Knock knock!

In the moments before he lost consciousness, he seemed to hear a knock on the door and see the villa's keypad door open. A doctor in a white coat rushed in, looking very strange, as if he had been frightened.

My lifelong reputation is ruined!

This was Cheng Feng's last thought.

Immediately, everything went dark.

The darkness didn't seem frightening.

Cheng Feng arrived in a patch of Black Fog.

He continued forward, breaking through the illusion, and then the figure of a giant appeared before him.

On it, runes flickered and changed constantly, indescribable yet seemingly containing all the 'truths' of this world!

With just a glance, a message formed in his mind:

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