Underground Boxing Ring

Zhang Shuai looked at Yang Song and said, "Brother Yang, there's no need for a spar. I'm afraid I might accidentally hurt you, and since you still have students to teach, it would affect your business if I injured you..."

Seeing Yang Song's expression change at these words, Zhang Shuai quickly explained, "Brother Yang, don't be angry. I didn't mean to look down on you. Let me hit the wooden dummy first, and you can decide after seeing that."

Before Yang Song could react, Zhang Shuai suddenly lunged forward toward the wooden dummy in the room, his hands moving like lightning as he unleashed several fierce punches.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

A series of shocking impact sounds rang out, and the wooden limbs of the dummy snapped off one after another, falling to the floor.

Yang Song's eyes widened, and he stared at the broken dummy in disbelief, his face wearing an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

Situ Changtian's mouth hung open as he looked from Zhang Shuai to the broken wood on the floor, completely stunned.

Even Huang Tianli, who had known about Zhang Shuai's formidable strength, wore a look of shock.

One had to understand that the gym's wooden dummy was made of sturdy elm, specially treated to be as hard as steel. Even with a blade, an ordinary person would struggle to damage it, yet Zhang Shuai had shattered several limbs with just a few casual punches. How terrifying must his explosive power be?

Seeing the three of them dumbfounded, Zhang Shuai smiled. Often, showing a little skill was worth more than any amount of talk. After this small demonstration, they shouldn't doubt his strength anymore, right?

"Brother Yang, do you still want to spar?"

Yang Song gulped, his heart turning cold as he looked at the smile on Zhang Shuai's face. Could such a master truly exist in this world? What was there left to spar? What normal person could withstand that kind of power?

At that moment, Yang Song felt incredibly fortunate that he hadn't overestimated himself and engaged Zhang Shuai. With such terrifying explosive power, he wouldn't have been able to take a single blow; he would have been injured for sure.

"Little Brother, you're joking. No need to spar. The masters I've seen who have reached the pinnacle of inch-punching could at most break a few red bricks; I've truly never seen anyone snap a wooden dummy like that. This... your strength is truly beyond my imagination."

Situ Changtian exclaimed dramatically, "Damn, I've been in the underground fighting circuit for over a decade. I've seen countless underground champions and even many big shots from the Hong Sect who possess real skills, but I could always understand their methods. But this... your ability simply transcends the limits of the human body. It's unbelievable."

Zhang Shuai smiled and said, "Brother Situ, then do you think I'm qualified to enter the fighting circuit?"

At that moment, the look Situ Changtian gave Zhang Shuai shone with excitement.

"You would undoubtedly be invincible in the ring. No normal human could take a single punch from you. However, Little Brother, try to hold back when you fight. Don't end the matches too quickly, and don't reveal your terrifying strength too much, or the matches won't be entertaining. Also, try not to kill your opponents. If your strength is too exaggerated, the organizers won't let you compete, and no one will dare to fight you. After all, you came here to make money, right?"

Zhang Shuai nodded. "Of course I want to make money; otherwise, I wouldn't have traveled thousands of miles to the Beautiful Country. I hope you can help me out, Brother Situ, and arrange a few more matches."

Situ Changtian laughed. "Don't worry about that. I want to make money too. We're all after the same thing. So, to maximize our earnings, you must learn to hide your true skill and try to make the matches look exciting..."

Situ Changtian gave detailed instructions on how Zhang Shuai could ensure he got more matches. Zhang Shuai could clearly feel that after his small display, both Situ Changtian and Yang Song were stunned, and their attitudes had shifted significantly.

Once Situ Changtian finished, Yang Song curiously pressed Zhang Shuai on how he did it and what kind of martial art he practiced. His tone made it clear he wanted to learn, which Zhang Shuai understood; Yang Song was a martial artist, and naturally, he wanted to understand and master such an incredible skill.

Zhang Shuai saw no need to keep it a secret, so he smiled and told Yang Song that he practiced the Big Dipper Long Fist.

Yang Song was dumbfounded. Of course he knew about the Big Dipper Long Fist. Even in the Beautiful Country, he had heard online about the most popular fitness routine in the Dragon Kingdom—the one the government was pushing for national health.

In Yang Song's eyes, the Big Dipper Long Fist couldn't be considered a proper martial art at all. He didn't believe Zhang Shuai, assuming he was just making up an excuse because he didn't want to reveal the truth.

"Little Brother Zhang, do you think I don't know about the Big Dipper Long Fist just because I'm in the Beautiful Country? That's a routine the Dragon Kingdom government created for the national fitness program. How could that be a martial art?"

Zhang Shuai said solemnly, "I'm not lying to you. I really achieved this level of strength by practicing the Big Dipper Long Fist. If you don't believe me, you can try practicing it yourself. It's not as simple as you think."

Yang Song remained skeptical. At this point, Huang Tianli spoke up: "Yang Song, Zhang Shuai is likely telling the truth. Perhaps the Big Dipper Long Fist really isn't simple. Have you ever practiced the final thirty-six forms?"

Yang Song shook his head. As a practitioner of traditional martial arts, why would he practice the Big Dipper Long Fist? In his eyes, it was no different from a radio calisthenics routine.

Huang Tianli said, "If you haven't practiced it, then you can start today and give it a try. Really, I've started practicing it myself. I do the routine a few times a day, and I feel like my body is much better. If you stick with it, you might get some unexpected results."

Yang Song looked at Huang Tianli in surprise. "You're supposed to be an insider, right? How can you believe such nonsense, just like those influencers on Douyin?"

Huang Tianli gave a bitter laugh. "Fine, if you don't believe me, forget it. Pretend I said nothing."

Situ Changtian didn't want to linger. He wasn't a martial artist, so he had no interest in what Zhang Shuai practiced. He just wanted to go arrange the underground matches and start making money. After witnessing Zhang Shuai's incredible skill, he knew he was going to strike it rich; with Zhang Shuai's ability, no one in the underground circuit could be his opponent.

Seeing that Yang Song was about to say more, Situ Changtian quickly interjected, "Yang Song, we're heading out. I need to take them to arrange the matches. You can catch up with Little Brother Zhang when you have time; he'll be here for a few more days, so there will be plenty of opportunities."

With that, Situ Changtian couldn't wait to take Zhang Shuai and Huang Tianli back to their hotel.