Beat You to Death at the Entrance Exam

[Bright Force (1/500)]

Once the number on the panel reached one hundred, he entered the stage of the Great Completion of Bright Force.

He remembered that Li Yan reached the Lesser Completion of Bright Force back in his first year of high school, and it took him nearly two years to reach the great completion.

Looking at the already torn punching bag, Yang Sheng knew his home could no longer meet his training needs.

He simply tidied up the room.

Stepping out of the bedroom, he found Aunt Chen and Guo Rui had already left.

Yang's father had also gone out to drive his taxi.

He casually cleaned up the room, then happily took a cold shower.

After changing into a new set of clothes, he strode out.

Today was the weekend, and Bay City Martial Arts High School strictly enforced the two-day weekend.

The school on weekends was only open to certain class cadres so they could still use the school's cultivation resources on weekends.

Yang Sheng was in no mood to return to school right now, so he wandered around the streets.

There were quite a few martial arts gyms in Bay City, but any gym with the slightest bit of qualification charged high fees.

He felt in his pockets, and they were completely empty.

Just as he was about to find a small grove to hit wooden stakes.

Someone patted him on the shoulder.

"Classmate, I see you have extraordinary bone structure. Are you interested in coming to our Skysea Boxing Gym to punch?"

A man with a small mustache looked at Yang Sheng with a grin, holding a promotional flyer in his hand.

Recruiting boxing sparring partners, daily settled wages.

Sparring partner.

Yang Sheng's heart stirred.

What he did at school was act as Li Yan's sparring partner, so this job was a perfect match.

Seeing that Yang Sheng was interested.

The boss of Skysea Boxing Gym hurriedly said, "We're a new gym, we don't recruit masters, it's all self-service boxing. We're not recruiting sparring partners to fight people, just to recruit popularity. You can come and try. As long as you can move the large punching bag in our gym with a single punch, you can get the job."

As he spoke, he turned sideways.

Yang Sheng looked behind him and sure enough, in the center of Skysea Boxing Gym, he saw a huge punching bag.

"How is the salary settled?"

"Fifty a day, all-you-can-eat medicinal diet, six hours of work."

This was the little scheme in the heart of the Skysea Boxing Gym boss; it was hard to recruit people if he offered a wage of just fifty directly.

Yet coupled with the condition of an all-you-can-eat medicinal diet, it would also hold attraction for average experts.

Even if an ordinary martial artist ate six meals a day, their working hours were only six hours, and they could eat at most two meals within those six hours.

The Skysea boss had already calculated the cost in his heart.

How much could a person eat?

Hearing the salary of fifty a day, Yang Sheng felt nothing; this wage level was not high.

But upon hearing about the all-you-can-eat medicinal diet, Yang Sheng's eyes lit up instantly.

He had just entered the Lesser Completion of Bright Force, and the intensity of his subsequent training would only grow greater and greater, while the energy ordinary food could provide him was limited.

Right now was precisely the time he needed a medicinal diet.

"I'll try first."

After speaking, Yang Sheng strode into Skysea Boxing Gym.

Inside the gym, someone was already trying to strike this huge punching bag.

The person before Yang Sheng had muscles bulging all over his body, and after throwing a punch, the punching bag didn't move at all.

The Skysea Boxing Gym boss said, "This punching bag was specially customized by me. It's a full meter wide and weighs eight hundred catties. It really is hard for people who haven't entered the threshold to shake it."

Yang Sheng stood firmly in front of the large punching bag.

His horse stance was solid, and then he pushed off his feet to exert force, a familiar feeling welling up in his heart.

Although his strong spine did not exert force directly, it acted like a large hand, tightly grasping the strength of his whole body to converge into a single punch.

He threw a punch.

With only a bang.

A violent wind from the fist instantly exploded against the large punching bag.

The entire punching bag was struck and raised up by this punch of Yang Sheng's.

The Skysea boss was left dumbstruck at the sight of this punch.

Yang Sheng retracted his punch, turned his head, and asked the boss, "Can I work now?"

The Skysea boss hurriedly put away his promotional flyer and reached out to grasp Yang Sheng's thick fist.

"Welcome aboard! You're a member of Skysea Boxing Gym now."

Yang Sheng nodded, then asked, "Can I eat the medicinal diet now?"

The Skysea boss was startled. "Oh, you can."

Before the sound of his voice had even faded, Yang Sheng had already walked over to the dining area.

He opened the food tray, inside of which was a freshly cooked medicinal diet.

The medicinal diet in the pot was as pitch-black as mud, and it even emitted a bitter smell.

If it were ordinary people who did not practice martial arts seeing this portion of medicinal diet, they would inevitably cover their noses and hurry past.

But for martial artists, this was a rare and good thing.

Yang Sheng picked up the shovel from the side and deeply scooped out several spoonfuls, filling a large bowl until it was capped like a peak before stopping.

After that, Yang Sheng stood right by the edge of the food tray and began to eat in huge mouthfuls.

The medicinal diet smelled bitter, and it tasted even more bitter.

This was simply because several major medicinal herbs were added inside, which could not only help martial artists quickly replenish energy, but could even dredge the meridians and recover the body.

Yet this bit of bitterness was not worth mentioning compared to the cultivation martial artists endured.

Some martial artists even had a preference for bitterness; the bitterer it was, the more deliciously they ate.

Although Yang Sheng did not have this peculiar hobby, he ate extremely fast.

After just a few large mouthfuls, the peaked large bowl bottomed out.

His sense of hunger faded slightly, and Yang Sheng added more food once again.

The Skysea boss, who stood to the side and witnessed everything, vaguely birthed a trace of a bad premonition in his heart.

After finishing the second peaked bowl of medicinal diet, Yang Sheng finally stopped. After nodding in acknowledgment to the boss, he walked back in front of the large punching bag and began today's fist technique practice.

Compared to an ordinary punching bag, the large punching bag was not just magnified visually.

It also surpassed ordinary punching bags in practicality.

Especially for a martial artist like Yang Sheng, ordinary punching bags could no longer meet his training needs.

Meanwhile, the large punching bag could absorb more damage, and this also allowed Yang Sheng to unleash all of his strength.

Sure enough, as Yang Sheng pounded punch after punch against the large punching bag.

His own realizations surfaced in fine detail once more.

Only when power is released thoroughly enough can one clearly see the problems one has hidden away.

The angle of throwing the punch deviated slightly; the root cause lies in the fact that the control strength of the muscles on the back of the hand is still insufficient.

The spine and the waist are the key.

Under the blessing of the Martial God Soul, his fist technique would never regress, always advancing toward the most correct direction.

He recalled the tiny details within the basic fist technique, tightening his core during the force-accumulation phase so that his entire body's strength contracted tightly, just like a fully drawn bow.

And when releasing his power, he moved his cervical vertebrae, spine, and waist-tail, akin to a bowstring snapping forth, to deliver a force-accumulated punch.

Practicing repeatedly in this manner, Yang Sheng's spinal column became extremely flexible.

If it were an ordinary person, this kind of effect would take several months to achieve.

Yet right now, his cultivation effect was amplified a hundredfold, and he only needed to practice repeatedly a few times to reap tremendous gains.

As these realizations were slowly digested by Yang Sheng, Yang Sheng's cultivation realm also began to grow once again.

[Bright Force (2/500)]

[Bright Force (3/500)]

Heaven helps those who help themselves.

As long as he was diligent and hardworking enough, he would naturally obtain more help on the path of cultivation.

Marching forward toward his goal, he would inevitably realize that goal.

Yang Sheng's current goal was to participate in the martial arts entrance exam, meeting Li Yan on the competition ring on the day of the exam.

He was going to beat Li Yan to death with his own hands!