Qin Fen pondered over everything that Gun King taught him, and he arrived at a small path that he had to take to return to his living quarters.
In the middle of this narrow path sat a fleshy mountain-like figure. Qin Fen had received training from various masters in the military camp these days, so he was able to determine the general height and weight of the person sitting before him in an instant.
He was 1.8 meters tall and weighed about 280 kilograms. His body contained enormous strength.
As a qualified warrior, the moment he saw a potential opponent, he had to grasp all the information he could get his hands on. This was what the Butcher had taught him.
Qin Fen felt that his speculation this time shouldn't be too far off. He was quite confident in his speculation.
"Qin Fen?"
Okamoto Takeshi, who sat on the ground, raised his head to look at Qin Fen. His eyes narrowed into slits, and the light of provocation pulsed without end.
There was hostility and battle intent coming from him. He was probably here to challenge Zhang Xuan. Qin Fen quickly judged the other's thoughts. He nodded slowly and replied, "Yes."
"Alright!"
Okamoto Takeshi roared in excitement. His two feet suddenly stomped on the ground, and the tranquil earth let out a groan of vibration under his enormous weight. His enormous body was already charging toward Qin Fen, and the veins and blood vessels on his palm-leaf-fan like palm suddenly pulsed violently. They were like tiny green snakes that coiled around his entire palm, and explosive power leaped from his palm.
Okamoto Takeshi's stature was originally larger than that of an ordinary person. His arms were usually a size thicker than an ordinary person's calf. Now that he had suddenly exerted strength into his arms, his arms had expanded dramatically. The thickness of his arms had surpassed that of an ordinary person's thigh.
The Mighty Spiritual God that only existed in myths and legends seemed to be attached to his body at this moment. An endless sense of oppression assaulted Qin Fen.
Okamoto Takeshi's attack was unleashed with preparation. With a single step, he completely closed the distance of seven meters or so between the two. His enormous body didn't slow down in the slightest. Instead, he was like a swift and nimble ape. He suddenly arrived before Qin Fen, and the enormous stream of air brought about by his body blew at Qin Fen's face, making Qin Fen's skin feel as if it was being scraped by a knife.
At the sight of the tyrannical giant palm, Qin Fen's eyes lit up. This palm strike was obviously the Heaven's Collapse of the paleo martial art, the Great Monument Breaking Hand. It belonged to the firm and fierce move.
If this were the Sky Martial Battle Network, Qin Fen would very much want to use the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art to forcefully receive this firm and fierce ultimate skill of the Great Monument Breaking Hand.
Now? Qin Fen's eyes blossomed with radiance. His feet slid, and his body twisted to the side like a snake. He simply broke away from Okamoto Takeshi's sure-kill strike.
Crash!
Okamoto Takeshi's palm merely caused Qin Fen's clothes to flutter, but it didn't have any effect.
This Neo Sumo expert was stunned as well. Qin Fen's evasive method was clearly the Shaolin Arhat Fist's Dragon Guard. It was just that the Dragon Guard's name was given to the character 'dragon'. After it was used, it would give off a majestic aura. There was no way it could be used as smoothly and smoothly as Qin Fen's. Rather than calling it the Dragon Guard, it was better to call it the Snake Guard.
Qin Fen looked at the path and movement technique she just moved in with great satisfaction. She had fought with Butcher every day these days, and she had learned different combat techniques from other expert masters. The Snake Form of the Phoenix was one of her specialties.
According to ancient legends, dragons were originally snakes, so there were naturally many similarities between the two.
These days, Qin Fen worked hard to fuse and transform the Dragon Guard that belonged to him. Among them, he fused the Phoenix's snake-shaped movement technique into it. The Dragon Guard had several different transformations in his hands.
Okamoto Takeshi's strike struck empty air. He looked at Qin Fen in great doubt, and his expression gradually transformed into anger. "Why aren't you fighting? Aren't you a martial artist? Why doesn't he have the slightest fighting spirit in the face of the attack? "
Qin Fen gave his answer without thinking at all. "You didn't pay."
"Pay?" Okamoto Takeshi froze in place. What did a fight between martial artists have to do with money? He originally thought that Qin Fen was just looking for an excuse, but when he saw Qin Fen's extremely serious expression, he became even more doubtful.
"Yes. Pay." Qin Fen gently rubbed his fingers, making a money-counting motion. Then he explained, "You should be a young martial artist expert that the military invited, right? The Pushing Palm of Neo Sumo fused with the Great Monument Breaking Hand. Its might is truly astonishing. You're a decent opponent. "
Okamoto Takeshi was a bit shocked. His opponent had completely seen through his Great Monument Breaking Hand in just a single exchange.
It must be known that there were several sets of martial arts that were extremely similar when used with fists and palms. If one wasn't a seasoned person, it wouldn't be easy to distinguish them clearly.
For example, the Great Guardian Deity Wheel, the Black Sand Palm, the Iron Palm of the Warp Wheel, and several other sets of martial arts. When used, they looked very similar to the Great Monument Breaking Hand.
Qin Fen hadn't fought many times, but he had been a Expert Mouth for so long. He had watched over a thousand fights, and he still had to write a seemingly professional commentary. His insight wasn't bad to begin with.
These days, aside from teaching how to kill, Butcher also taught how to distinguish various combat techniques. Though Okamoto Takeshi's aura was ferocious, it still couldn't escape Qin Fen's sharp eyes.
"Since you're a decent opponent, why don't you fight?" Okamoto Takeshi stared at Qin Fen, very puzzled. "Why pay?"
"Because I defeated Park Jong-Hwan of Neo Taekwondo. Right now, I'm known as the number one martial artist of recruit camp." Qin Fen had an expression as if it was a matter of course. "You want to challenge me and borrow my fame. Why would I fight you if you don't pay? "
Qin Fen's personality was a bit taciturn, but he wasn't stupid. On the contrary, his arduous life had nurtured his keen intuition when it came to earning money.
Fight? Pay!
This principle wasn't just enforced on the Sky Martial Battle Network.
Even in real life, Qin Fen never planned on abandoning this principle.
Ever since he found out that the military had used special channels to obtain these young experts, he knew that they could all become challengers.
On one hand, Qin Fen was excited about being able to fight with young experts. On the other hand, he was also distressed about what kind of price he should set when challenging young experts.
The poor are scholars while the rich are martial artists. This phrase has never changed, be it in ancient times or modern times.
Especially with the rise of neo martial arts, it was even more impossible for the poor to become an expert in neo martial arts.
Qin Fen knew that most of the young experts should have relatively well-off family backgrounds. For people like them who paid more attention to glory, the price must not be too low, but it must not scare away their opponents either.
Okamoto Takeshi looked left and right at Qin Fen, sizing him up. No matter what angle one looked at this recruit, it was very hard to find any sort of shrewd person in this recruit. He actually had quite a good economic mind.
However, Okamoto Takeshi's blue veins and blood vessels began to faintly throb from using his economic brain on the sacred martial arts competition. This was an insult to the martial arts competition.
"Do you really charge money for the martial arts competition?" Okamoto Takeshi finally asked.
"Yes." Qin Fen nodded. "If you want to fight me, you must pay."
"How much?" Okamoto Takeshi asked completely subconsciously. He didn't expect Qin Fen to give him an answer at all.
In the end, Qin Fen raised his index finger. "One thousand dollars."
One thousand dollars? The title of the number one King of Martial Combat among recruits was only worth a thousand dollars?
Okamoto Takeshi felt that Qin Fen was deliberately insulting martial arts. Qin Fen didn't possess a shred of the glory a martial artist should possess at all. The veins on his forehead popped out, and he nearly roared as he asked, "Do you have the glory of a martial artist!?"
"One thousand dollars." Qin Fen didn't directly answer Okamoto Takeshi's question. Instead, he extended his index finger and very seriously issued a bid for the martial arts competition. "If you don't fight me right now, then the price will increase when I defeat another young expert."
Okamoto Takeshi had a fat body since he was young. He wanted to learn any martial arts techniques, but he was told that his body wasn't suited for practicing martial arts. Rather than wanting to develop on the martial dao, it would be better to develop on the civil path.
Even though he repeatedly hit walls, he had never given up on the martial dao even a bit. Within his race, martial artists were a group of people who possessed an extremely high status and glory. He had tried all sorts of things for the sake of becoming a martial artist.
It was only with the appearance of Neo Sumo that he finally stepped onto the path of a martial artist. This made him value the martial arts even more, to the point where they were on equal footing.
Okamoto Takeshi looked at Qin Fen in great confusion. How could such a person have the qualifications to learn the martial arts? Qin Fen talked about money every time he opened his mouth. How could a person who only had money in his eyes be an expert?
Okamoto Takeshi felt that this was very preposterous. "What else do you have in your eyes aside from money? Do you not have a single bit of the glory that a martial artist should have? How can you use the sacred martial arts as a tool to make money? "
"Huh?" A dark cloud appeared between Qin Fen's brows. The sacred of the martial dao? How sacred? If he tried to eat one meal and didn't know the next, would the martial dao still be sacred when he had to work hard every day to avoid starving to death?
"Are you giving me money? No. I'm going to go back and rest. "Qin Fen circled to the side. At worst, he wouldn't walk on the paved road. It wouldn't be a big deal if he walked on the side.
"You …!" Okamoto Takeshi suddenly took a step forward. His heavy footsteps shook the earth. He had already entered the range where he could attack Qin Fen.
Qin Fen's eyes lit up. He was sensitive enough to sense that he had entered Okamoto Takeshi's effective combat range. His eyebrows shot up as he said, "If you plan on competing in stamina, I can keep you company. At worst, you can launch a sudden charge, and I'll just turn and run. "
Qin Fen had long since made up his mind on the principle of paying money if he made a move.
Half of Okamoto Takeshi's surging battle intent was immediately extinguished in an instant. Qin Fen actually chose to turn and run when faced with a challenge, turning the fight into a race of endurance. This sort of thing was without the glory of a martial artist. It was somewhat unimaginable in Okamoto Takeshi's eyes.
Qin Fen's speed just now made it clear that it wouldn't be easy for Okamoto Takeshi to catch up to him.
"Would you accept a defeat if I gave you enough money?" Okamoto Takeshi looked at Qin Fen with contempt.
"I wouldn't." Qin Fen shook his head.
Okamoto Takeshi's eyes flashed with a sliver of praise. At the very least, this martial artist hadn't thrown away all the glory of a martial artist.
"If you lose, you can only earn money once. If you win, you can continue to earn money." Qin Fen explained his business philosophy very kindly.
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