Arms Foundry Bureau

Seeing the tide of victory reverse in an instant, the host was first stunned, then promptly announced, "The winner of this match is Zhu Huang!"

After the referee officially declared his victory, Zhu Wu forced himself to the changing room where he had waited before. He collapsed to the floor, and a mouthful of blood spilled from his lips, dripping down his mask.

Still shaken, Zhu Wu said, "Good thing I had the Three Souls deduce the Dragon-Subduing Divine Leg before coming. Though I only obtained four moves, they were enough to turn defeat into victory."

Before sending his secondary body to the underground boxing arena, Chen Wu had taken precautions and used memories from his past life to have the Three Souls deduce martial techniques.

Of them, the most detailed, the Dragon-Subduing Divine Leg, naturally became his first choice.

Before coming, he had obtained the methods of execution and force application for four moves.

They were the overwhelmingly powerful Azure Dragon Leaves Its Cave, the versatile Dragon Shrinks to an Inch, the Divine Dragon Sweeps Its Tail designed specifically to guard against sneak attacks from behind, and Dragons Dancing Wildly, reserved as a trump card.

Thanks to those four moves, Zhu Wu had been able to turn defeat into victory even after both hands lost their fighting ability.

After resting on the floor for a while, the injuries on his body rapidly healed, while the source seed within him was nourished by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Twenty minutes later, Zhu Wu's shattered hand bones had initially healed and could barely move, while his source seed had long since recovered completely.

"If I run into this kind of external martial artist again, I need to be more careful. I can't clash head-on with them."

As Zhu Wu rose to his feet, he silently warned himself, "This fight consumed nearly two-thirds of the source seed's true qi. If I exhaust my true qi like last time, with no one around to protect me, I'll be nothing but fish on the chopping block."

"No wonder body-refining experts are said to be invincible among those of the same rank in the early stages. Seeing one today, they truly were extraordinary. This has served as a warning to me as well. I can't underestimate the heroes of the world just because my physique is special."

"In today's three battles, I made at least eleven mistakes. I absolutely can't repeat them next time."

"It would be best if I could find a body-refining cultivation method. But with my current abilities, where could I get one? I'll first search online and see what good body-refining methods are available. Of course, I also need the Three Souls to complete the Dragon-Subduing Divine Leg as soon as possible. I was lucky to win this time thanks to that hidden card. Naturally, the Dragon-Subduing Divine Palm must also be put on the agenda soon."

Zhu Wu had already planned his next goals in his heart: complete the leg and palm techniques, and find a body-refining cultivation method to make up for the gaps in his combat abilities.

At that moment, the changing room door was pushed open. It was the burly man who had brought Zhu Wu inside earlier.

The burly man took out a check and handed it to Zhu Wu, asking expressionlessly, "This is today's payment."

Zhu Wu glanced at the number on the check, nodded, and praised, "You fought well today. I'm very satisfied. I'll come again tomorrow."

For some reason, the burly man's body trembled. He quickly returned to normal and said, "Then I'll tell the boss to arrange tomorrow's opponent for you."

"Mm."

Zhu Wu agreed, then seemed to remember something and stopped the burly man. "Wait, there's one more thing."

Hearing Zhu Wu call out to him, the burly man immediately stopped walking away, swiftly turned around, and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Zhu Wu pointed to the mask on his face and said, "Nothing much. I just wanted to ask—I really like this mask. Can you give it to me?"

The burly man froze for a moment before saying, "Sure. Everything in the changing room belongs to the contestant. You can take whatever you want."

"That's good."

Hearing that he could take the mask with him, Zhu Wu breathed a sigh of relief.

If he could not take this mask, he would have to buy another one later. That would be troublesome.

Afterward, Zhu Wu took out clothes he had prepared beforehand from his spatial pocket. This was an ability he had unexpectedly awakened after reaching the sixth turn of Tempered Origin.

It had initially only been one cubic meter, but it would expand as his strength increased.

Chen Wu changed into his clothes while wearing the mask, emerging as spotless as when he had arrived.

As for the bloodstained clothes, to avoid making his sister worry or grow suspicious, he could only painfully throw them away.

Afterward, he took the same bus he had ridden here back to the city, but he did not go meet up with the main body.

The main body was probably still undergoing the double training of his sister and Qi Ruyan. He would not go disturb him.

Still wearing the mask, Zhu Wu first went to the mall and bought an identical set of clothes to replace the ones he had thrown away, using the money from the check.

Speaking of which, Zhu Wu could not help marveling at how rapidly technology changed. Who would have thought there would be something like an account-based electronic check?

To protect martial artists' personal information, banks had thoughtfully introduced electronic checks.

One could open a separate account, withdraw from it whenever needed, and only the account holder could access its information.

The clothes cost over two hundred Red Coins altogether, making Zhu Wu's heart ache once again as he silently made up his mind.

He needed to improve his strength as quickly as possible and strive to reach the point where he would not need to change clothes after a day of fighting.

Otherwise, if he threw away one set today and another tomorrow, no amount of money could withstand such spending.

After buying the clothes, Zhu Wu received a message from the main body that today's training had ended and it was heading to their meeting point.

Thus, Zhu Wu arrived at a public restroom first and chose a stall to wait in.

Before long, Chen Wu entered, recalled the secondary body, and stored the mask and clothes in his spatial pocket.

After leaving the restroom, Gu Yuyue asked with concern, "Xiao Wu, is your stomach upset? How come you've gone to the bathroom twice since this morning?"

Chen Wu casually found an excuse. "It's nothing. Maybe I got chilled last night."

Gu Yuyue asked worriedly, "Then do you need medicine?"

"There's no need for that trouble. A hot water bottle will do."

Watching the brother and sister from the side, Qi Ruyan, Iron Fist Sis, could not help saying, "Yuyue, you care about him far too much. I stayed up all night yesterday because of your brother's situation too, you know~"

Gu Yuyue was still upset over her younger brother being lured away, so how could she possibly give Qi Ruyan a pleasant expression so easily? She said coldly, "Don't forget what you promised me."

Naturally, Qi Ruyan had not forgotten what she had promised Gu Yuyue. A trace of pain appeared on her beautiful face. "Then let's hurry to the Arms Foundry Bureau. They should not be off work yet. We'll take my car."

"Mm."

Gu Yuyue and Chen Wu rode in Qi Ruyan's car, and the three of them arrived at the Arms Foundry Bureau.

It was a government-established department created specifically to forge weapons for martial artists.

When ordinary ferocious beasts emerged from secret realms, the military's guns and artillery could still deal with them.

But when facing high-level ferocious beasts, aside from working hard to improve one's own martial strength, only more powerful modern weapons or rare metals produced in secret realms could kill them.

Compared with high-frequency superconductive weapons, whose immense power could easily harm innocents, weapons forged from rare metals and wielded by martial artists were the wiser choice.