Finding a Job

Yang Sheng smiled.

He looked up at the system and found that he had returned to ninety-seventh place in Bay City's Lesser Completion of Bright Force rankings.

"Again! Again!"

From nine thirty that night until two in the morning.

Yang Sheng fought a total of fifty-four matches.

An average of one match every five minutes.

During the first two matches, when he was paired with opponents of a similar rank, Yang Sheng needed a little more time.

When he was occasionally matched against opponents slightly above his rank, Yang Sheng would also lose.

After he completely mastered all the techniques of Eight Extremes Fist, the time he needed to defeat his opponents grew shorter and shorter.

His speed also became faster and faster.

When facing opponents ranked above him again, he was more confident, and his win rate improved as well.

His rank kept rising.

Ten at night, Black Iron Fourth Stage.

Eleven thirty at night, Black Iron Third Stage.

Two in the morning, Black Iron Second Stage.

Twelfth place in Bay City's Lesser Completion of Bright Force rankings!

The further he climbed, the more victory points were needed for promotion, and the harder it became to advance.

Although it was already the middle of the night.

Yang Sheng's fighting spirit only grew stronger.

"Ordinary people might need to rest after fighting a dozen or so matches in a day. Even if their bodies could endure it, their minds would easily break down."

"But I'm different. The subtle insights brought by the Martial God Soul's corrections can not only improve my techniques, but also nourish my mind. Even after more than fifty matches, I still don't feel tired."

He looked at the progress of his cultivation.

[Bright Force (342/500)]

He clenched his fist and could clearly feel his strength had increased.

If he went back and struck the punching bag that used to hang at home.

He probably would not need to use his full strength. He would not even need to use half his strength to easily blow it apart.

"It's not just strength, but agility and reaction speed too."

"Eight Extremes Fist truly deserves to be called a top-tier all-around cultivation method. Not only does it let one master the techniques of the Six Openings, it also improves physical fitness in every aspect and develops the human body's potential to the fullest."

When he opened matchmaking again, Yang Sheng discovered that even after waiting ten minutes, he still had not found an opponent.

He checked the time. It was already two thirty in the morning.

Yang Sheng slapped his forehead.

"Although I'm still full of energy, other people aren't."

"Home!"

Over the past few days, Yang Sheng had almost always trained until late at night before going to school before dawn.

As a result, he had not spent much time with his father.

Yet when he arrived home, he found that the living room light was still on.

He walked inside.

Father Yang was sitting beneath the light, wearing reading glasses as he examined colorful job advertisements one by one.

Hearing movement, he had just raised his head when he saw Yang Sheng.

A warm smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Why are you back so late? Have you eaten?" Though it sounded like a reprimand, his tone was full of concern for his son.

Yang Sheng walked to the table and sat down.

He took out eighteen hundred yuan from his pocket and gently placed it on the table.

Father Yang froze when he saw the money.

Then his brows furrowed.

"Our family may be having a hard time right now, but we can't do anything illegal."

Yang Sheng smiled.

"What are you thinking, Dad? I earned this money working at the martial arts gym. It's what I deserve."

"The martial arts gym where you carried sandbags before?" Father Yang asked.

He could not imagine that Yang Sheng had earned so much money at once.

How could a student who had not even finished high school earn eighteen hundred yuan in a single day, even if he knew a little martial arts?

Yang Sheng picked up his cup and drank some water. "Yeah, that boss is a pretty good person. He takes good care of me too."

Father Yang thought for a moment, then nodded.

"Xiao Sheng has grown up. You can earn money on your own now."

Yang Sheng walked over to Father Yang and kneaded his shoulders.

"Don't worry, Dad. Our family's living conditions will definitely get better in the future."

After saying that, he returned to his room.

Father Yang sat alone at the table and laid those job advertisements out one by one again.

"Martial arts gym recruitment..." he muttered as he searched.

After flipping through them for a while, he really did find several martial arts gym job advertisements.

"Azure Cloud Martial Arts Gym is hiring ten sparring partners to spar with students. Applicants must have good physical fitness and resistance to blows. Salary: one hundred and fifty yuan per day."

"Blue Sky Martial Arts Gym is hiring five technique demonstrators to showcase students' techniques. Applicants must have good resistance to blows, be willing to endure hardship, and meet a special requirement: after students complete their strikes, they must display their injured areas bare-bodied to verify the results of the students' technique instruction. Base salary: three hundred yuan, plus commission."

After reading three advertisements in a row, they were all for sparring partners.

The more Father Yang read, the more alarmed he became.

He looked at the eighteen hundred yuan on the table, and his eyes reddened.

It was as if that stack of money were Yang Sheng's blood and sweat.

"Dad is useless..."

After thinking carefully for a while, Father Yang picked up his notebook and opened it to a page with someone's phone number written on it.

"Hello, Brother Wang? Yes, yes, it's Old Yang. The preschool teaching job you mentioned before, is it still available?"

"Ah, thank you, thank you. I knew Brother Wang still cared about the child and would hold the position for so long."

"I understand, I understand. I know how these things work, Brother Wang. I'll prepare the shares for you and the principal."

"Thank you, thank you..."

After ending the call, Father Yang let out a sigh.

These past few days, he had been worrying constantly about Yang Sheng's job.

Sister Chen had previously said she would help introduce Yang Sheng to a job, but she never mentioned it again afterward, and Father Yang was too embarrassed to ask.

Later, he met an agent who could help arrange work at a school.

Although the school was a kindergarten, the job was at least stable.

"At least he can stay in the city. Otherwise, if he can't find a job, he won't even be able to return to his hometown."

"Xiao Sheng can't keep doing that martial arts gym job. It's too dangerous."

"The referral fees for the agent and the principal can't be shorted by a single cent. I should find a way to get the money back from Li Yan."

After staying awake all night, Father Yang rubbed his bloodshot eyes, washed his face, and headed out to drive.

Ordinary people could not casually enter Bay City Martial Arts High School.

Father Yang had wanted to enter the school several times before to demand money from Li Yan.

But he had gotten nowhere.

Over the past few days, he had figured out the supplier of vegetables for Bay City Martial Arts High School at the market.

While the regular drivers charged forty yuan per trip, Father Yang offered twenty yuan and immediately got the order.

By the time he finished loading the truck, the sky was just beginning to brighten.

Father Yang drove the truck full of vegetables through the school's back gate without trouble.

After driving into the warehouse, he quietly slipped away while the others unloaded the goods, turning this way and that until he reached the teaching building.

Quite a few students had already entered their classrooms.

Father Yang waited outside Yang Sheng's former classroom, looking utterly out of place among the students in training uniforms.

People passing by kept glancing at him.

He waited until nearly seven before Li Yan finally strolled over.

The instant he saw Father Yang, his eyes narrowed slightly.

He whispered something to a nearby classmate and remained where he was.

The student Li Yan had instructed was named Wang Meng. He was at the Lesser Completion of Bright Force realm and had been personally promoted by Li Yan into a class leadership position.

Therefore, he followed Li Yan's lead in everything.

After hearing Li Yan's instructions, Wang Meng immediately strode over aggressively.

He shoved aside Father Yang's frail body blocking the doorway.

"Old man, who let you come here?"