This good-looking woman, who had refused the invitation of the Sacred Martial Hall twice, was no less popular than Master Fei in the Pegasus Fitness Club.
On the contrary, by virtue of her good looks and hot spirit, the popularity of this Ban Channiu was even higher than that of Master Fei.
Qin Fen's body weighed two thousand kilograms. The elevator simply couldn't handle it. Everyone had to climb floor by floor to the top floor of the fitness center.
Qin Fen's eyes lit up immediately as he pushed the door open.
The room here was much larger than any of the rooms he had seen before. It took up almost the entire floor. The floor was no longer made of stone, but tatami mats that covered the entire floor.
Tatami!? The corner of Qin Fen's lips twitched a few times. With a weight of more than two thousand kilograms, if I step on it, it will probably leave a series of clear footprints, just like walking on a flat snowy ground on a snowy day.
Manager Hua looked doubtfully at Qin Fen, who was standing in front of the door without taking off his shoes. He had long forgotten that this young man, who walked up the stairs as if he was flying, was carrying a special external weight of two thousand kilograms.
"It's difficult."
Qin Fen's eyes flickered with the excitement of a challenge. He took off his shoes and slowly stepped on the tatami.
Puchi …
The tatami groaned as the place where Qin Fen was standing began to collapse. Manager Hua's forehead immediately shed a drop of cold sweat. This young master is wearing a heavy lead suit that weighs two thousand kilograms! No wonder he was so confused just now. But …
Manager Hua cast a fearful glance at the tatami under Qin Fen's feet. With a weight of two thousand kilograms, the tatami should have been flattened by Qin Fen's feet. How come only a small part of the tatami collapsed before stopping?
Qin Fen scratched his head before he lifted his feet and walked forward again. The footprint of where he was standing just now was clearly left on the tatami.
The tatami was not slate. Every step Qin Fen took would leave a clear footprint on it. Do you want to leave no footprints on this tatami? Qin Fen sighed and shook his head. Unless I can fly!
Fly!? Qin Fen's body froze slightly. Who was the person who suddenly appeared on the night of the recruit tournament? The drill instructors have been investigating for so long, but why can't they find any information? Why does that back look so familiar? Why was there a special warmth in the domineering aura?
"Mister Qin, this way …" Manager Hua smiled as he walked. The price of the tatami was definitely one of the cheapest in the fitness club. Even if Qin Fen trampled on it, it wouldn't be as expensive as the heavy-lead suit.
"Alright."
Qin Fen replied politely. His eyes stared at the dozen or so small groups that formed circles not too far away.
The number of people in these circles was also different. The larger ones had dozens of people sitting together, while the smaller ones had dozens of people forming a circle.
In some circles, two martial artists were standing in the middle, exchanging blows with each other. In some circles, there were three martial artists. One of them was wearing clothes that were clearly different from the others. He should be an instructor level figure here. He was currently teaching the other two martial artists how to fight.
There was also an instructor standing in the middle giving a lecture. There were even two martial artists who were pushing their hands, and there were also martial artists who were collectively meditating.
The large room was filled with the strong smell of "martial".
"Mister Qin, although we are not a professional martial arts sect, the strength of the instructors is not bad. Furthermore, they are also very experienced." Manager Hua looked in a certain direction with a smile. "That person wearing the Neo Taekwondo attire is also a very famous person among the younger generation of Mister Qin."
Qin Fen took a few more glances at the man wearing the Neo Taekwondo attire. Not only was his waist sturdy, but his seemingly ordinary punches and kicks were faintly revealing a special power.
Not bad! Really not bad! Qin Fen nodded again and again. This Neo Taekwondo martial artist in his early twenties had solid punches and kicks. His strength was obviously much higher than that of the recruit Park Jong-Hwan. Neo Taekwondo indeed had its own unique things. It wasn't just the State of Korea blowing its own trumpet behind closed doors.
"State of Korea's Neo Taekwondo's founder, Mr. Bae Seong-Joon, has ten personal disciples. This is the seventh disciple, Lee Yong-Joon." Manager Hua's tone was filled with a lot of pride when he introduced. Neo Taekwondo was also a martial art that founded a sect. Being able to invite the seventh disciple of the sect master was enough to show the strength of the Pegasus Fitness Club.
Qin Fen's eyes shone with even more admiration. His chin couldn't help but move a few times. No wonder Neo Taekwondo is so good. With such a background, he should indeed have such a level.
Pa …
Lee Yong-Joon's high kick produced a whip-like sound in the air. This sound attracted the attention of the entire hall. He stood there quietly, his provocative gaze wandering around Qin Fen's limbs.
From the very beginning, Lee Yong-Joon had noticed that Qin Fen was personally accompanied by Manager Hua into the room. Even some instructors had never enjoyed such treatment.
What he couldn't accept the most was the admiration in Qin Fen's eyes just now.
Admiration was originally a good thing! But if the person who admired him was young and his eyes were filled with arrogance, the kind of admiration an elder gave to a junior, the meaning would be completely different!
Qin Fen had been studying martial arts non-stop these days. Every night, he was guided by a strange expert. Although his strength hadn't reached the peak of the world because of the time he spent practicing martial arts, his eyesight wasn't any worse than many masters. His every movement was changing unknowingly. That kind of master aura that many people couldn't notice in the past was manifesting bit by bit from his body.
Such an aura coupled with an admiring gaze was fine if it was a peaceful person. But if it was a proud and arrogant person, it would be regarded as a provocation by the other party.
Qin Fen nodded a few times unconsciously. It was a heartfelt praise. But in Lee Yong-Joon's eyes, it wasn't praise but insult and provocation!
Lee Yong-Joon didn't speak, but the hall had become abnormally quiet. People in every circle were looking at Qin Fen and Lee Yong-Joon with great interest.
Among all the martial arts coaches of the Pegasus Fitness Club, although Lee Yong-Joon wasn't as arrogant as Fei Wei and Wang Ying, he had become very famous because of his unique arrogance and somewhat irascible personality.
Not long after he came here, he had asked to exchange with almost all the coaches except Wang Ying. The so-called exchange naturally needed to determine the winner and loser.
Since they belonged to the same fitness club, the seats of the martial arts coaches naturally needed to be arranged! This disciple of the State of Korea's Martial God dared to challenge other coaches. His fists and feet were naturally hard enough. Except for Wang Ying, no one knew if he had challenged anyone else. Only Huber, who was known as the King of Wrestling in the club, was knocked to the ground by Lee Yong-Joon.
At this time, whether it was the members or the coaches, there was only one thought in their minds: There's going to be a good show to watch.
Neo Taekwondo? Qin Fen's brow wrinkled slightly. He had seen this fist and feet from the recruit camp's Park Jong-Hwan. Although this person's fist and feet were more solid, it didn't seem like there was anything new.
Qin Fen's eyes drifted. He didn't want to collide with Lee Yong-Joon's arrogant eyes and flew to the others.
Hmph!
In the hall, Lee Yong-Joon snorted from his nose. That drifting gaze just now wasn't a forced fight. There was something else hidden in it. Contempt! Or rather, disregard!
In the quiet hall, the bones of Lee Yong-Joon's fists cracked. Ever since he left his master and made his debut, no one had dared to be so arrogant except for that eccentric woman.
Manager Hua sneaked a glance at Qin Fen's face. Qin Fen's face showed that he had absolutely no interest in making a move. Manager Hua once again recalled Big Boss's exhortations on the phone. He screamed in his heart. If possible, I really don't want to offend this Lee Yong-Joon. Rumor has it that he also has some connections with the military.
"Cough …" Manager Hua's face sank. He coughed heavily before he stepped between Qin Fen and Lee Yong-Joon and said, "Coach Lee, your members are still waiting for you to teach them your skills."
All the coaches were dumbfounded. More or less, a hint of surprise could be seen in their eyes. This was already a very biased protection.
The status of the coaches in the club was not a bit higher than that of the other equipment coaches. Unless there were special circumstances, it was almost impossible for the manager to stand on the opposite side of the coaches.
What's going on today? The coaches found it a bit strange. For the sake of a young man who seemed to be a new member, Manager Hua's words actually hid a hint of reprimand as a coach.
Lee Yong-Joon was even more stunned. Why is Manager Hua, who usually speaks kindly, so bad today?
Everyone's eyes were focused on this arrogant Coach Lee. Everyone was waiting for his reaction.
Lee Yong-Joon's gaze swept across all the members in the outer circle. Those were all pairs of eyes full of expectation. If he chose to retreat at this time, then these eyes would most likely turn into contempt.
Being able to become one of the top three members in less than three months after joining the fitness club was inseparable from his ability to fight hard on normal days.
Most of the coaches had already begun to sneer. Lee Yong-Joon's position was established with his fists and feet. If he retreated this time, he would lose a large number of members. But if he fought against the manager? It was very likely that he would lose this very well-paid job.
As a martial artist, he also needed to eat. Some people with good skills became policemen, some people with good skills became bodyguards, and some people even directly embarked on the road of crime. Very few people could resist the opportunity to practice martial arts in such a comfortable environment and earn rich rewards.
Retreat? Or not retreat? The expression in Lee Yong-Joon's eyes changed rapidly. He also knew that it would not be easy to find such a well-paid job. Even the State of Korea's Martial God, Bae Seong-Joon, would not be able to find such a well-paid job so easily.
Suddenly! The hesitation in Lee Yong-Joon's eyes was swept clean as two sword-like ominous glints shot coldly at Qin Fen. He no longer looked at Manager Hua. His lips parted gently. "Manager, my members want to see my real skills. I am also suddenly itching to learn from someone's fists and feet. "
Manager Hua was dumbfounded. What day is it today? Not only Qin Fen, this young lieutenant colonel, has repeatedly done amazing things, but even the employees who used to be very obedient in the past dare to resist?
Manager Hua sneered as his complexion turned even gloomier. Does anyone want to climb over my head and step on me today? If Old Cat doesn't show his might, do you think I am a sick mouse?
"Coach Lee, the club has its rules. If you violate the leader's arrangement, I have the right to terminate the contract between you and me."
His ice-cold words were filled with endless threats. A faint smile flashed across the eyes of the surrounding coaches. This nine-star martial artist, who relied on his fists and feet to snatch other people's members everywhere in the club, will not end well no matter if he chooses to admit defeat on the spot or continue to resist.
"Manager Hua, I don't need you to terminate the contract. I quit." Lee Yong-Joon took off the coach's badge from his chest and threw it on the tatami. The metal badge made a crisp sound as it hit the tatami.
This crisp sound was not even comparable to the sound of ordinary firecrackers, but it shook the hearts and souls of many people in the room. Qin Fen once again cast a glance of admiration at Lee Yong-Joon. To be able to maintain the lofty character of a martial artist without being threatened by money, it seems that he can still make some achievements in the martial dao in the future.
The faint admiration and the gentle nod were like a steel knife stabbing deeply into Lee Yong-Joon's heart.
It's that hateful gaze again! Lee Yong-Joon clenched his fists and took a step forward. The sound of the tatami echoed in the quiet hall for a long time, as if there were firecrackers hidden in it.
Those who were attentive discovered that the tatami under Lee Yong-Joon's foot had turned into a paper-like appearance with this step. It was far stronger than the shallow footprints left by Qin Fen.
Manager Hua hastily inserted himself between the two. "Coach Lee, if you are not the coach of this center, then you don't seem to have the right to stay here, do you?"
Lee Yong-Joon smiled as a disdainful expression appeared on his proud face. "Mr. Hua, you can forget. I am not just the coach here, I am also a member here! "
Manager Hua felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He was stupefied on the spot. For a moment, he didn't know how to answer.
The other coaches stared at Qin Fen expectantly. A good show is finally about to begin. Whether this kid wins or loses today, I will thank him afterwards. After today's matter, it is absolutely impossible for that overbearing Lee Yong-Joon to stay here.
Qin Fen glanced around the hall but didn't see the self-created fist technique mentioned by Manager Hua, the number one coach of the fitness club.
Qin Fen turned his gaze back to Lee Yong-Joon, who was a hundred and eighty-five centimeters tall, had wide shoulders, thin waist, long legs, single eyelids, and a high nose bridge.
"Do you really want to fight?"
"Of course!"
"How?"
"Fight however you want!"
"Okay."
It was a simple conversation, but everyone heard a different meaning. The meaning of "fight however you want" could be big or small. Martial arts competition was originally a high-risk affair. Breaking hands and feet was a common thing. Even killing someone by accident was not impossible. After all, fists and feet had no eyes. Showing mercy to the enemy was like playing with one's life.
Sometimes, "fight however you want" was equivalent to signing a life and death contract.
Qin Fen casually put his hands in his pockets as he swept a glance at the martial artists members around him. Immediately, everyone made way for both sides.
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