You're Weak, I'm Strong!

Li Qingshan spoke casually, and Manager Zhou was stunned for a moment before involuntarily turning around to lead the way.

After only two steps, Cao Shaoyu's excited shout rang out.

"Awesome, a spar! If you don't accept it, then fight! That's what martial arts is!"

The chubby boy clenched his fists and cheered loudly.

Wait, what was I doing?

The thought flashed through his mind, and Manager Zhou abruptly stopped, finally coming to his senses.

He turned around to face Li Qingshan, his eyes gradually widening.

"You're also at the Body Tempering Third Stage?"

Other than that, he truly could not think of why Li Qingshan would take the initiative to seek him out.

"No." Li Qingshan shook his head.

"Brother Shan, are you really going to spar with Yu Zhuo?"

Zhao Hongzhou spoke in a muffled voice, his brows slightly furrowed.

He knew Li Qingshan's strength best. Forget the Body Tempering Third Stage—he had not even reached the Body Tempering Second Stage!

"Don't worry. Realm doesn't represent combat strength." Li Qingshan lightly patted Zhao Hongzhou's shoulder.

Zhao Hongzhou nodded and said no more.

Though he did not quite understand, he trusted Li Qingshan.

Manager Zhou, however, was not feeling nearly as good. He was so anxious that he nearly jumped on the spot.

"Li Qingshan, there's such a huge difference in speed and punching power. You can't even take one punch from him. How are you going to fight?"

Yu Zhuo was already domineering by nature, and Li Qingshan was practically delivering himself to the man's doorstep. Wasn't he asking for a beating?

"If I don't go looking for him, will he stop coming to trouble me?"

Li Qingshan asked calmly. Then, he lightly raised the machete in his right hand and gestured.

"Manager Zhou, lead the way!"

"You... sigh!"

The balding middle-aged man wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned to lead them onward.

The best solution had actually been to refund Cao Shaoyu directly and send him away.

However, Li Qingshan was clearly determined to take this job.

The gym, third floor.

The hall was filled with all kinds of equipment, and urban men and women were working up a sweat after work.

Next to it, in a small glass-partitioned room, more than a dozen women in yoga outfits struck various poses.

With his hands behind his back, Yu Zhuo strolled among them, occasionally offering "guidance."

Amid the constant giggles, Yu Zhuo was thoroughly pleased with himself.

The Body Tempering Third Stage was nothing remarkable in his class, but here at the gym, he was a genuine expert.

Not only was his work easy and his pay generous, but no one else in the gym dared casually tug at the tiger's whiskers.

"Brother Yu, someone stole your client!" A male trainer ran to the doorway, panting heavily.

Yu Zhuo frowned and said in a low voice.

"What happened? Who dared steal my client?"

"It's someone called Li Qingshan. I think he's even the top freshman in this year's martial arts class."

"Li Qingshan?" Yu Zhuo was somewhat surprised.

He had heard Li Qingshan's name before.

More precisely, after the placement test, the names ranked at the top had spread to the second and third years.

But none of the upperclassmen cared.

They had all gone through the same thing. Whether those students could remain in the program by their second year was another matter.

Yu Zhuo had not expected that an insignificant junior would dare climb onto his head.

"It's not just stealing your client. That little fatty Cao Shaoyu is even offering him 2,000 in lesson fees!"

Several more trainers gathered at the doorway and began talking over one another.

"Yeah! Brother Yu only gets 1,000, yet a newcomer dares take 2,000? Isn't he afraid it'll burn his hands?"

"This Li Qingshan is clearly slapping Brother Yu in the face!"

"Interesting..."

A vicious smile curled Yu Zhuo's lips as he flexed his fingers, his knuckles crackling.

"Looks like the title of top freshman has gone to this junior's head."

"Perfect. I'll help this junior wake up."

"Oh? Looks like the rumors were wrong. Senior Yu's reputation has been unfairly maligned."

A light laugh sounded as a group of four walked in from outside the hall.

The trainers at the entrance stared in shock and voluntarily moved aside.

They had rushed up to deliver the news and had never expected Li Qingshan to dare come looking for Yu Zhuo himself.

"I heard that Senior Yu Zhuo was domineering, but I didn't expect you to be so eager to help people in person."

Li Qingshan smiled as he stopped at the doorway.

The moment those words fell, everyone nearby was startled, exchanging looks.

Everyone in the gym knew full well how domineering Yu Zhuo was, but Li Qingshan was the first to say it to his face!

Several trainers secretly glanced at Li Qingshan, and there was now a hint of admiration in their eyes.

No matter how strong he was, at least this "top freshman" had guts!

Beside him, Manager Zhou's face was flushed red, and sweat beaded across his bald head.

His eyes twitched as he frantically signaled at Li Qingshan.

Was that really necessary?

It was one thing to say it in private, but you were going all in right to his face. Weren't you afraid of being beaten to death later?

"Li Qingshan, you actually dared come looking for me yourself?"

Yu Zhuo laughed in extreme anger and waved for the women doing yoga nearby to move away.

The dozen or so women immediately stopped and gathered skillfully to one side, their eyes shining.

This was not the first time they had seen such a scene. They were about to watch Coach Yu show his might again.

"Top freshman?"

Yu Zhuo sneered, his gaze suddenly turning fierce as he fixed his eyes on Li Qingshan.

"You're merely at the Body Tempering First Stage. Who gave you the nerve to provoke me?"

"Or do you think the title of 'top freshman' is enough to let you defeat the strong while weak?"

"You're wrong. I've never believed that 'the weak defeating the strong' truly exists."

Li Qingshan interrupted, speaking seriously.

"Besides, you've got the relationship between strong and weak mixed up."

"Between you and me, you're weak, and I'm strong!"

The moment he said that, everyone's expressions turned strange.

Body Tempering First Stage: speed of 11 meters per second, punching power of 250 kilograms.

Body Tempering Third Stage: speed of 15 meters per second, punching power of 500 kilograms.

With such a vast gap, how did Li Qingshan dare claim he was stronger than Yu Zhuo?

"So he's a lunatic!"

Yu Zhuo smiled disdainfully and flexed his fingers, his knuckles crackling.

"Then let's try it in the ring and see exactly how you're stronger than me."

"It's only one slash. There's no need to make it so troublesome."

Li Qingshan gently shook his head, drew his machete, and said politely.

"Senior, are you ready?"

"You're courting death!"

Yu Zhuo flew into a rage. He kicked off the ground and lunged forward, his violent momentum like a tiger leaping from its cage.

Li Qingshan remained where he was, without moving a single step.

Scared stiff?

The thought flashed through Yu Zhuo's mind. A vicious smile appeared on his lips as his right hand clenched into a fist.

The distance of more than ten meters vanished in an instant, and his heavy punch came crashing down.

Whoosh!

His fist struck nothing but air, throwing even his body off balance.

"Where is he?"

Yu Zhuo stared blankly at the empty space in front of him, his eyes full of confusion.

Less than a second had passed. How could the other man possibly have vanished right before his eyes?

Just then,

he suddenly noticed that the trainers and Manager Zhou watching ahead had all widened their eyes and were staring at him in disbelief.

"They're looking at me?... No, Li Qingshan is behind me!"

Yu Zhuo reacted quickly and was just about to turn around.

Rip!

A frigid blade wind swept past, tearing through his crotch.

Yu Zhuo instantly felt a chill between his legs. His knees weakened, and he dropped to the ground.

The blade wind had passed in a flash, but the cold of that instant was like a bone-piercing gale that drilled in through his pores and scraped all the way to his heart.

Yu Zhuo's hair stood on end. His entire body trembled, and his lips quivered.

He had almost become a eunuch from some ancient dynasty!

Just barely!

"Whew! Good thing I barely missed!"

Li Qingshan let out a long breath, sheathed his machete, and said apologetically.

"Sorry, Senior. It was force of habit. I almost failed to hold back."