The blonde girl exclaimed in surprise. She hurriedly picked up her phone and tried to take a picture. However, when she aimed the screen at him, the figure leaping like a spider between the skyscrapers was already gone.
"I missed a superhero …" Retracting her gaze, she expressed her regret on social media.
Although everyone knew that superheroes from comics and movies were virtual characters and were exaggerations of reality, there were always fans who had evolved similar abilities to imitate and replicate them. According to incomplete statistics, there were more than twenty "Spidermen" who were publicly recognized and recorded by fans in America. Batman and Magneto were also not in the minority.
After lamenting, the blonde girl suddenly fell into deep thought. The appearance of "superheroes" was often accompanied by danger. Was there something scary in the vicinity?
For a moment, she was both anxious and curious.
…
In the Msasi Martial Arts Arena, Lou Cheng smiled after hearing Brook's explanation.
"Understood, understood."
Faced with the ridicule and discrimination of the bald giant, Olsen, if it were him in the past, he would have been exceptionally angry and embarrassed. However, with his current strength and realm, he only found it funny and didn't feel insulted.
Fighting isn't suitable for me? This joke is enough to keep me entertained for a week!
Brook nodded in satisfaction and led Lou Cheng deeper into the arena. They passed through corridors after corridors, passing by training grounds, and introduced the general knowledge of the Geruga Sect.
The most influential martial arts school in the Omega Empire was the Mission School. However, the school with the longest history was the Nature School. They believed that everything had a spirit, and through that, they could gain power and transform themselves. The Geruga School belonged to a major branch of the Nature School. They placed the spirituality of the human body in a more important position.
Similarly, there were also different sects within the Geruga Sect. The Msasi Sect focused on martial arts and, besides the spirituality of the human body, still emphasized on communicating with the spirits of all things. The other sect was closer to "spirit cultivation" and had almost developed into a cult. In order to awaken the spirituality of the human body, some of their rituals could even be classified as a cult.
However, these were all Brook's words. His stand was clear, and some of his words could only be taken as a passing remark.
Lou Cheng didn't comment on this. Occasionally, he would respond with a "Yes, yes, yes". Most of the time, he was observing the layout, the coaches, and the students.
Compared to the Dragon Fist Dojo, the "Msasi" Fighting Arena occupied a large area. The upper and lower floors were separated into training grounds and rooms. There were bare-handed fights, wrestling practice, weapons training, and even fitness classes for ordinary people.
As he turned the corner of a room, he caught a glimpse of something that looked like an aquarium out of the corner of his eye. It was made up of huge glass partitions. Inside, the water rippled gently. The color was dark blue, and light shone in from different places.
A bare-chested, muscular white man in leather shorts sank down from above. He held his breath and kicked continuously, breaking the underwater stone pillars into two.
It's not bad to be able to do this underwater … Lou Cheng didn't look any further. He continued forward, deep in thought.
"Alright, this place is exclusively for Fighters." As they walked, Brook reached out and stopped him. He smiled and said, "Sorry."
Lou Cheng subconsciously looked over and found the place bathed in sunlight. A breeze blew in through the window. It was so quiet that his mind couldn't help but settle.
However, it wasn't as if there was no one there. Vaguely, one could see a white man with bulging muscles. He was holding a large sword and silently practicing slashing. Every slash was shining like a star.
Step, slash, resplendent, step, slash, resplendent … This boring and monotonous scene piqued Lou Cheng's interest in the Geruga Sect and the Msasi Fighting Arena. He turned his head and asked Brook,
"If I want to learn, what choice do I have?"
To Lou Cheng, he wanted to experience different martial arts styles, but he didn't want to cause any trouble. This was because there was a high possibility that it would result in deportation and visa rejection. He wouldn't be able to fly to America to see his little fairy in the future. To him, that would be putting the cart before the horse.
Wasn't the most important thing to come here for a couple's reunion?
Furthermore, directly challenging the dojo didn't suit his character. It felt too arrogant, unreasonable, and could easily ruin the reputation of others.
Therefore, Lou Cheng's plan had always been to pay some money and train with them to broaden his horizons. When the opportunity presented itself, he would spar with the strong and become a good young man with ideals, morals, culture, and discipline.
"Alright, we have fitness, beginner, intermediate, intermediate, and advanced classes. Which one do you want to enroll in? The latter classes require a corresponding fighting foundation, and they're very expensive … "Brook explained in detail as he led Lou Cheng back.
"What's the level of the advanced class? How much is the tuition fee? "Lou Cheng asked without hesitation.
Brook was stunned for a moment. Looking at the black-haired man's thin arms and legs, he couldn't help but laugh. "You? Advanced? "
"Yes, I used to practice martial arts. Martial arts, understand?" Lou Cheng waved his fist in a standard motion.
"Martial arts …" Brook muttered to himself. He was shocked, but his eyes were still filled with disbelief.
To him, Chinese martial arts were a mystery. It could allow someone who didn't look strong enough to explode with terrifying strength …
But could this Asian boy in front of him be someone who had learned martial arts?
"Let me think, let me think. Hey, Joe Weike, come here for a moment. You can spar with him. Put on your gloves." Brook gestured to the half-naked muscular Caucasian man.
He was practicing his footwork and punches.
Joe Weike had a broad forehead and cold features. He looked shy and introverted, but upon closer inspection, one could see the violent and bloodthirsty desire hidden within him.
"Him? Brook, stop joking! "Joe Weike glanced at Lou Cheng, then glared at the black youth with braids.
"He wants to enroll in the advanced classes." Brook shrugged helplessly.
"Advanced classes?" Joe Weike seemed to have heard something funny. He shrugged his shoulders, laughing non-stop. When he was done, he turned around and put on his gloves. He looked at Lou Cheng and said, "Little boy, I'll let you know what an advanced class is. It's different from drinking milk in your mother's arms!"
"Don't I need to use gloves?" Lou Cheng asked casually.
"No need. Punch me with all your might." Joe Weike's eyes lit up as he answered excitedly.
This is the first time I've heard such a request … Lou Cheng complained. He suddenly bent his legs, twisted his knees, swung his back, and sent a straight punch forward.
Despite his complaints, he didn't use his full strength. He didn't even use the explosive power of the Dan stage because it wasn't worth it.
Bam!
A crisp sound rang in Joe Weike's ears. Seeing his opponent's fist inches away, he hurriedly raised his arms and got into a boxing stance. In his mind, he was already imagining his counterattack. He was going to send this Asian boy crying and running back to his mother with a combination of punches.
Bam! His gloves dented. Joe Weike's body swayed. He couldn't help but take a step back. Two steps, three steps.
Thump. He couldn't stand properly and fell to the ground.
"Is that good enough?" Lou Cheng turned around and smiled at Brook.
"Okay …" Brook replied blankly.
Chinese Kung Fu is amazing …
This skinny Asian boy can actually knock Joe Weike down with one punch. He's a rising star in boxing!
"How much is the tuition fee?" Lou Cheng glanced at Joe Weike from the corner of his eye as he stood up shakily.
It's fine if it's too expensive. I'll think of a way to broaden my horizons …
"From now until Christmas, five thousand dollars." Brook waved at the confused Joe Weike, indicating for him to return to the training ground.
Five thousand dollars … That's a little expensive. Lou Cheng thought for a moment.
"Where do I pay?"
"Follow me." Brook was a man who had seen martial artists before. He quickly came back to his senses and led Lou Cheng in a different direction. He casually explained, "Our gym membership fee is a hundred dollars per month, not including personal trainers. The beginner class is five hundred dollars, the intermediate class is one thousand dollars, and the intermediate class is two thousand dollars …"
Lou Cheng had specially applied for a dual-currency credit card in China for the convenience of seeing his wife. This was the perfect time to put it to use. After swiping the card, they signed an agreement. They agreed that they would be able to attend martial arts classes tomorrow for four hours a day. If they did well and performed well, they would be able to become an apprentice of the Msasi Martial Arts Gym, a true martial arts apprentice.
During this process, Lou Cheng, who was dizzy from reading the agreement, even took a picture of Yan Zheke.
In the end, both parties were happy. Brook sent Lou Cheng off with a bright smile and waved goodbye.
"See you tomorrow." Lou Cheng smiled and headed back to Connecticut University.
At this time, Smith had just finished setting up the surveillance cameras to prevent any unexpected situations. He watched as Lou Cheng left the Msasi Martial Arts Gym … Left …
"Damn it! What is he trying to do? " Smith cursed. He used his Skynet access to check the Msasi Martial Arts Gym's internal network and some of the surveillance cameras.
"He signed up for a martial arts class?" At this moment, Smith felt that the world was full of imagination.
A dangerous level guy actually signed up for a martial arts class that wasn't even an apprentice …
After a few seconds, he came to a realization. He remembered a few cases where Chinese martial artists had challenged the martial arts experts as soon as they entered the country. They had caused a lot of trouble and could only be sent back.
This monster is trying to use other methods to achieve his goal … Smith nodded slightly.
Should I remind the Msasi Martial Arts Gym?
A question popped up in Smith's mind. He quickly found the answer.
"Why should I?" He smiled and drew a cross in front of his chest.
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