Shanghai, Jing 'an, Renren Martial Arts Dojo.
A pair of students were sparring on the arena in the dojo. There were more than ten people watching, and seven or eight people were hitting sandbags a little further away.
"Coach, I heard that a new dojo opened nearby. It's opening today," said a bare-chested young man in shorts.
The other person was a well-built man in his thirties. He sat on a chair and glanced at the two people in the arena from time to time.
"Oh." The well-built man nodded nonchalantly. "They teach them, and we teach us."
There were at least eighty if not a hundred famous dojos in Shanghai. There were even more if you included karate, taekwondo, and the like. This did not include the small dojos that opened one day and closed the next.
There were quite a few families in the vicinity that could be called out by their names, and all of them minded their own business.
Things were different now. There were not as many challengers when a new dojo opened.
After all, smashing someone's signboard was equivalent to cutting off their source of income. It was a deadly feud. No one would do such a thing if there was no grudge between them.
At most, they would occasionally interact with each other when their skills were similar. But that was mostly what students did.
"But this dojo is quite strange. Usually, there would be some advertising before opening, but this dojo didn't do anything. It's three floors, and the rent is two to three million a year. I don't know how they earn that much, "the young man said casually.
"That's their business. You're telling me this for a reason, aren't you? " The well-built man turned to look at him. There was a glint in his eyes, which made the young man's heart pound.
"Coach, I think Xue Yi and the others went to look for trouble," the young man said softly.
The well-built man frowned. Xue Yi and the others were in a small circle of five. They were all between the ages of seventeen and twenty, and they all came from good families.
Among them, Xue Yi had been training here the longest. He had trained here for five years and liked to fight. He had even sparred with a few taekwondo and karate instructors. However, the ones he sparred with were all from big dojos. They had come back to teach children and were not very skilled.
Now that he had grown bolder, he actually went to challenge others. Did he think he was good enough after winning a few times?
Those small taekwondo dojos that were only a few dozen square meters couldn't compare with those small taekwondo dojos that could rent a few million yuan a year. He would not be a match for any one or two coaches.
"Coach, do you want to take a look? In any case, he's from our dojo. I'm afraid he'll lose face, "the young man said.
"What's there to see? If he loses, it's because he's not skilled enough, and if he loses face, he's the one who loses face. " The robust man said. He didn't think that a student who had only trained for a few years could compete with an instructor from a big martial arts school, even if the student was talented.
They weren't on the same level at all.
…
Two streets away from Renren Martial Arts School, there was an ancient martial arts school with a wooden exterior wall.
At the bottom of the sign was a small "Wu" character. There was also an unrecognizable character above it. It looked like Xiaozhuan. Some busybodies nearby studied it for a long time, but they could not figure out what it was.
Later, when they saw the people from the martial arts club, someone asked if it was the word "Yao".
However, no one knew which dynasty the word came from. Many people thought it was a self-made word, and they even laughed at it.
At that moment, a few robust young men walked into the martial arts club, laughing. What was surprising was that in addition to the luxuriously decorated hall, reception, and a few rooms on the first floor, there was also a restaurant.
"Is this a martial arts club or a restaurant?" a short-haired young man asked with a grin.
"Of course it's a martial arts club. That's where the internal students eat." The receptionists were two girls in their twenties. They looked delicate and pretty, and they answered politely.
"What do you teach?" the young man asked with a smile.
"Currently, there's only one fist technique, the Fist of Death," the girl replied.
"Fist of Death? That's a scary name. It won't kill people, right? " The young man next to her suddenly laughed. "But I've never heard of it. Can you show it to us?"
"Do you want to sign up?" the girl asked.
"Let's see what we're capable of before deciding whether to sign up or not. Girl, call your coach out to talk to me. If he wins, I'll sign up. What do you think?" another bronze-skinned, burly, and fierce-looking young man said in a deep voice.
…
Ren Baqian was sitting on the third floor, listening to Ren Wannian and Ding Jie's reports. He was a little surprised to suddenly hear someone reporting to him.
"Someone is here to cause trouble?"
Ren Baqian, Ren Wannian, and Ding Jie were all surprised, and their expressions became strange. To challenge here … How stupid must they be?
"Yes, the other party said it's an exchange, but it should be a challenge," the receptionist who came to report said. She was a little nervous facing this big boss whom she met for the first time.
The main thing was that this big boss didn't look like a good person. He gave her the same feeling as the two great coaches in the martial arts club, and he had an intimidating aura.
"Is there such a thing nowadays?" Ren Baqian asked, finding it a little funny.
"I've asked around, and it's very rare now. Moreover, we just opened for business and haven't done any advertising. It's impossible to affect others or attract hostility, "Ding Jie said. After more than half a year of busy work, Ding Jie had matured a lot.
In addition, he had been practicing martial arts these days, and his body had become stronger. He looked like a promising young man in his twenties, no longer a bean sprout like he used to be.
This change was tangible. He knew that he wasn't outstanding in any way, and there were a lot of people who were stronger than him. Although he didn't know why the boss liked him and gave him such an opportunity, he had to redouble his efforts.
Therefore, Ding Jie strived to do everything to the best of his ability.
"Bring them to the second floor and call the few coaches along the way." Ren Baqian smiled, stood up, and walked out of the door. Since he had nothing to do, it wasn't bad to watch some fun.
After a while, Ren Baqian and the others saw five young men being brought up.
They were all 17 or 18 years old, the age where they would stir up trouble.
Seeing these people, Ren Baqian immediately lost most of his interest.
As soon as the five youths came up, they saw seven or eight people standing there, especially two of them who looked like human bears. They were immediately shocked. If such people stood there and let them hit them, they might not even be able to move them.
However, since they were already here, they couldn't just admit defeat.
At 17 or 18 years old, their reputation was more important than the sky. In order to fight for their reputation, they would stab their brothers from time to time. Moreover, a few of their good friends were watching.
One of the young men stepped forward and shouted, "Which one of you is the coach? I'm from Renren Martial Arts School. Let's have an exchange."
"Boss, let me do it," Liu Chengwu, the second oldest of the Liu brothers, said.
Their annual salaries weren't low, but they had nothing to do as consultants. They had always wanted to show their value. Seeing this situation, they immediately volunteered.
Ren Baqian nodded.
"Are you here for an exchange?" Liu Chengwu stepped forward and asked.
The other party was relieved to see Liu Chengwu come out. As long as it wasn't those two guys, it was fine.
Since the guy who came out looked like he was in his forties, their chances of winning had greatly increased!
"That's right, we are from Renren Martial Arts School," a few of them immediately said.
Liu Chengwu nodded and silently walked to a row of sandbags at the side. He casually punched one in the middle, pointed, and said, "The sandbags here are from light to heavy. Which level can you move?"
"Punching sandbags?" Those people immediately laughed and looked down on them. The people from this martial arts school were somewhat cowardly.
The young man in the lead walked to the side of the heaviest sandbag, took a deep breath, lifted his leg, and kicked it.
Boom!
"Crack!"
The crisp sound of a bone breaking was heard. That young man hugged his leg and lay on the ground, wailing in pain. The other people's faces immediately changed. They didn't expect such a situation to happen.
"What's in that sandbag?" Ren Baqian turned his head and asked.
"Steel ingot …" Liu Chengwen replied from behind.
Ren Baqian almost burst out laughing. He really didn't expect that the Liu brothers were so black-bellied!
They provoked a hot-blooded young man to use all his strength to kick a steel ingot. This kick would make him doubt his life!
What a talent!
Ren Baqian liked this kind of talent!
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