You're Weak, I'm Strong!

Li Qingshan's casual demeanor stunned Manager Zhou, who instinctively turned to lead the way.

Just two steps in, Cao Shaoyu's excited shout rang out.

"Awesome, a spar! If you don't like it, fight—that's martial arts!"

Little Fatty clenched his fists and cheered loudly.

Wait, what am I doing?

The thought flashed through his mind, and Manager Zhou's steps abruptly halted as he came to his senses.

He turned around, facing Li Qingshan, his eyes slowly widening.

"You're also at Body Tempering Third Level?"

Other than that, he couldn't think of any reason Li Qingshan would willingly walk into this.

"No." Li Qingshan shook his head.

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

Zhao Hongzhou spoke in a low voice, his brow slightly furrowed.

He knew Li Qingshan's strength best—not even Body Tempering Second Level, let alone Third!

"Don't worry, realm doesn't equal combat power." Li Qingshan patted Zhao Hongzhou's shoulder lightly.

Zhao Hongzhou nodded and said no more.

He didn't fully understand, but he trusted Li Qingshan.

Manager Zhou, however, was far from calm, hopping around in frustration.

"Li Qingshan, with that much difference in speed and punching power, you can't even take one of his hits—how are you going to fight?"

Yu Zhuo was domineering by nature, and Li Qingshan was walking right into his trap. Wasn't he asking for a beating?

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

Li Qingshan asked calmly, then raised the chopping knife in his right hand slightly, motioning.

"Manager Zhou, lead the way!"

"You... ah!"

The bald middle-aged man wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned to lead the way.

The best solution would have been to just refund Cao Shaoyu's money and send him off.

But Li Qingshan was clearly set on taking this job.

Gym, Third Floor.

The main hall was filled with various equipment, where city workers were sweating it out after work.

Beside it, in a small glass-partitioned room, a dozen women in yoga outfits struck various poses.

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

Amid the constant giggles, Yu Zhuo was smug and satisfied.

Body Tempering Third Level wasn't impressive in class, but here at the gym, he was a genuine top-tier expert.

Now, not only was the work easy and the pay good, but no one else in the shop dared to provoke him.

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

Yu Zhuo frowned and said in a deep voice, "What's going on? Who dares to steal my client?"

"Someone named Li Qingshan. I think he's the First in the new intake for this year's Martial Arts Class."

"Li Qingshan?" Yu Zhuo was a bit surprised.

He'd heard the name before.

To be precise, after the Placement Test, the top few names had spread to the second and third years.

But none of the upperclassmen cared.

They'd all been through it—they'd see if he could last into the second year.

Yu Zhuo hadn't expected that a junior he'd dismissed would dare to step on his toes.

"He didn't just steal the client—that little fatty Cao Shaoyu is offering him a 2000 Class Fee!"

More coaches gathered at the door, chiming in.

"Yeah, Brother Yu only gets 1000. How dare a newcomer take 2000? Isn't he afraid of burning his hands?"

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

"Interesting..."

A cruel grin curled at the corner of Yu Zhuo's mouth as he cracked his knuckles, joints popping.

"Looks like the title of First in the new intake has gone to this junior's head."

"Just right, let me, as a senior, wake him up."

"Oh? Looks like the rumors were wrong. Sorry for ruining your reputation, senior."

Light laughter rang out as a group of four walked in from outside the hall.

The few coaches at the entrance stood dumbfounded, stepping aside to clear the way.

They had rushed over to deliver the news, never expecting Li Qingshan to dare come looking for trouble himself.

"I heard Senior Yu Zhuo was domineering, but I didn't expect him to be so warm-hearted?"

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Li Qingshan stopped at the door, a smile on his lips.

As his words fell, everyone around widened their eyes and exchanged glances.

Yu Zhuo's tyranny was well-known to everyone in the shop, but Li Qingshan was the first to say it to his face.

A few coaches secretly glanced at Li Qingshan, a hint of admiration in their eyes.

Regardless of his strength, at least this "First in the new intake" had guts.

Nearby, Manager Zhou's face flushed red, his bald head covered in sweat.

His eyes twitched wildly as he shot desperate looks at Li Qingshan.

Was it necessary?

Saying it privately was one thing, but calling him out to his face—weren't you afraid of getting beaten to death?

"Li Qingshan, you actually dare to come looking for me?"

Yu Zhuo laughed in fury, waving his hand to dismiss the women doing yoga around him.

A dozen women immediately stopped their movements and gathered to the side, eyes gleaming.

This wasn't their first time seeing such a scene; they were about to watch Coach Yu "show his power" again.

"First in the new intake?"

Yu Zhuo sneered, his gaze sharpening as he fixed it on Li Qingshan.

"You're just at Body Tempering First Level. Who gave you the guts to provoke me?"

"Or do you think a title like 'First in the new intake' is enough for you to overcome a stronger opponent?"

"Wrong. I've never believed that 'overcoming a stronger opponent' actually exists."

Li Qingshan cut him off, speaking seriously.

"And you've got the strength relationship mixed up."

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

At these words, everyone's expressions turned strange.

Body Tempering First Level: speed 11 m/s, punch force 250 kg.

Body Tempering Third Level: speed 15 m/s, punch force 500 kg.

With such a huge gap, how could Li Qingshan claim he was stronger than Yu Zhuo?

"So you're a lunatic."

Yu Zhuo sneered contemptuously, cracking his knuckles.

"Then let's try it on the ring. Let me see where you're stronger than me."

"Just one slash. No need for all that trouble."

Li Qingshan shook his head lightly, drew his Chopping Knife, and said politely, "Senior, are you ready?"

"You're asking for death!"

Yu Zhuo erupted in fury, stomping his right foot and lunging forward, his violent aura like a tiger breaking free from its cage.

Li Qingshan stood still, not moving an inch.

"Scared stiff?"

The thought flashed through Yu Zhuo's mind as a cruel grin curled on his lips, his right fist clenched.

A dozen meters closed in an instant, and his heavy punch came down.

The fist hit nothing, and his body stumbled forward.

"Where is he?"

Yu Zhuo stared blankly at the empty space in front of him, utterly confused.

How could the other party vanish before his eyes in less than a second?

Just then—

He suddenly noticed that the coaches and Manager Zhou, who had been watching from the front, were all staring wide-eyed, their faces full of disbelief.

"Looking at me?... No, Li Qingshan is behind me!"

Yu Zhuo quickly realized this and was just about to turn around.

Pfft!

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

Yu Zhuo's legs instantly went cold, his thighs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees.

Though the blade wind vanished in a flash, the chill of that moment pierced through his pores like a bone-piercing gale, scraping all the way to the depths of his heart.

Yu Zhuo's hairs stood on end, his whole body trembling, his lips quivering.

He had come that close to becoming a eunuch of some ancient dynasty!

Just that close!

"Whew! Good thing it was just close!"

Li Qingshan let out a long breath, sheathed his blade, and said apologetically, "Sorry, senior. Got a bit carried away by habit—almost couldn't pull it back in time."