FVN Chapter 105 The martial arts school master and his disciples cause a scene!
Chapter 105 The martial arts school master and his disciples cause a scene!
Inside the martial arts association training hall on the third floor of the stadium, shouts of battle were deafening.
Hundreds of students, dressed in uniform training clothes, lined up in neat squares and practiced the basic moves of Bajiquan following Lu Jingchen's commands.
His punches were powerful and his kicks were strong and swift, a stark contrast to the group of novices who couldn't even stand still in a horse stance just half a month ago.
Ma Xiaodong, carrying a small notebook, strolled back and forth in the line, pretending to point things out:
"Hey, kid, your punches need to be fast and powerful! Remember, Bajiquan is all about fierce and violent attacks!"
"And you! Stand firm in your stance! Stop wobbling around like a sieve!"
Shi Lei leaned close to Lu Jingchen and said smugly:
"Brother, look how fast our trainees are improving!"
"It's only been half a month, and it's already looking quite good! In another two months, it will definitely crush those taekwondo club members!"
Lu Jingchen nodded, a hint of satisfaction appearing in his eyes as he looked at the students practicing diligently.
"Yes, their foundations are good, but they lack practical experience."
"In a couple of days, find an opportunity to organize a real-world combat exercise so they can practice their skills."
Just then, the tempered glass door of the training hall was suddenly smashed with an iron bar.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The ear-piercing impact instantly interrupted the training.
All the trainees stopped what they were doing and looked toward the door in confusion.
"Who is it? How dare they bang on the door of our martial arts association?"
"I don't know, they don't seem like friendly people!"
"What are you afraid of? With Brother Lu here, no one can do anything about it!"
Ma Xiaodong rolled up his sleeves, ready to rush over:
"Which blind fool dares to cause trouble on our turf!"
Lu Jingchen waved his hand, stopping him:
"Don't rush, let's wait and see."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a loud crash resounded.
The tempered glass door was kicked and shattered, with glass shards scattered all over the ground.
A dozen burly men dressed in black training uniforms and carrying iron rods walked in menacingly.
The leader was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a burly build, a face full of fat, and a ferocious look in his eyes.
He is Wang Zhenwei, the owner of Zhenwei Martial Arts School, the largest martial arts school in Jiangzhou, and Liu Jianguo's junior brother, who is known as "Jiangzhou's Number One Boxer".
Wang Zhenwei led his men into the training hall with an air of nonchalance, glanced around, and revealed a hint of disdain on his face.
He spat, pointed the iron rod at Lu Jingchen, and shouted arrogantly:
"Who is Lu Jingchen? Show yourself!"
Ma Xiaodong immediately exploded, pointing at Wang Zhenwei and cursing:
"Who the hell are you? How dare you bang on our door? You're asking for trouble!"
"Do you know whose territory this is? Jiangzhou University Martial Arts Association! Lu Jingchen's territory!"
Wang Zhenwei scoffed, completely disregarding Ma Xiaodong.
One of his disciples stepped forward and said menacingly:
"Stop talking nonsense! Our master is Master Wang of Zhenwei Martial Arts School!"
"I heard there's a kid here named Lu Jingchen who injured Vice President Liu of the Provincial Association and is also slandering our martial arts seniors everywhere?"
"Our owner is here today to teach him a lesson and show him what rules are!"
These words immediately caused an uproar among the trainees.
"What Zhenwei Martial Arts School? Never heard of it!"
"So it was Liu Jianguo who called in these accomplices! How shameless!"
"You call for backup when you can't beat us? We're not afraid of you!"
Wang Zhenwei snorted coldly, his gaze falling on Lu Jingchen:
"You're Lu Jingchen?"
"Kid, you're pretty arrogant! You even dared to hit my senior brother, and you dare to start some lousy martial arts association?"
"Let me tell you, in Jiangzhou, matters of the martial arts world are not for a mere brat like you to decide!"
Lu Jingchen stood with his hands in his pockets, looking at him calmly:
"Oh? So what do you want?"
Wang Zhenwei pointed an iron rod at Lu Jingchen's nose and said arrogantly:
"How about that? It's very simple!"
"First, disband your lousy martial arts association immediately!"
"Secondly, come with me to kowtow and apologize to my senior brother!"
"Third, in front of everyone, admit that traditional martial arts are just for show and that you will never touch martial arts again!"
"If you do these three things, I'll spare you today! Otherwise, I'll tear down this lousy training facility and break your legs!"
Su Muyue's face turned pale with anger, and she couldn't help but speak:
"You're being completely unreasonable!"
"It was clearly Liu Jianguo who came to cause trouble first and even tried to disband our association! Lu Jingchen was simply acting in self-defense!"
Wang Zhenwei glanced at Su Muyue, a lewd smile spreading across his face:
"Wow, what a pretty little girl."
"Why follow such a good-for-nothing? Why not come with me? I'll teach you real skills, I guarantee they'll be much better than his lousy showmanship."
Lu Jingchen's eyes instantly turned cold.
He took a step forward, blocking Su Muyue's path, and coldly stared at Wang Zhenwei:
"What did you just say?"
Seeing that Lu Jingchen was angry, Wang Zhenwei laughed even more smugly.
"I said you're useless! Traditional martial arts are just for show! What? You disagree?"
"If you're not happy, then fight me! If you can beat me, I'll take my men and leave immediately, and I'll even give you a brand new door!"
"If you lose, you'll do exactly as I say! Do you dare?"
Lu Jingchen nodded and said:
"Okay, I promise."
"However, I'll add a condition: if you lose, your Zhenwei Martial Arts School will belong to me."
"You and all your disciples must join my martial arts association and obey my commands."
Upon hearing this, Wang Zhenwei burst into laughter, laughing so hard he almost fell over.
"Kid, you really dare to say that?"
"You want my martial arts school? You think you're worthy?"
"Fine! I agree! If I lose, the entire Zhenwei Martial Arts School is yours! I, Wang Zhenwei, will be your apprentice!"
"If you lose, don't come crying and begging me!"
The surrounding trainees got excited and stepped back, clearing a large area of space.
"Go, Brother Lu! Beat him!"
"Let him know how powerful our martial arts association is!"
"If we beat him, we'll have two martial arts schools! That's awesome!"
Wang Zhenwei flexed his wrists, his knuckles cracking as he clenched them.
He took off his coat, revealing a muscular physique covered in crisscrossing scars that looked quite frightening.
"Kid, are you ready? I'm about to make my move!"
"Don't say I'm bullying you, I'll give you a handicap with one hand! So people won't say I'm taking advantage of the weak!"
Lu Jingchen smiled faintly and said:
"No need, I'll let you use both hands."
"I'll fight you with only one hand. If I use a second hand, I'll lose."
These words caused an uproar in the room.
Wang Zhenwei was so angry that his face turned green:
"Arrogant! They truly don't know their own limitations!"
"I think you're asking for it!"
Before he could finish speaking, Wang Zhenwei roared and suddenly exerted force with his feet.
He charged out like a raging bull, delivering a powerful Black Tiger Heart Strike that slammed into Lu Jingchen's chest.
This punch embodies decades of his skill, the wind whistling through it, carrying a fierce and powerful aura.
He could shatter even a thick stone slab with a single punch.
Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the scene.
Su Muyue clenched her fists nervously, her heart pounding in her throat.
As a result, Lu Jingchen stood still, completely motionless.
Just as Wang Zhenwei's fist was about to strike his chest, he slowly extended his right hand.
The seemingly light palm strike landed precisely on Wang Zhenwei's fist.
"Bang!"
A muffled thud reverberated throughout the training hall.
Wang Zhenwei felt a tremendous force coming from the other person's palm.
His fist felt like it had hit a mountain, making his arm numb and his blood surge.
He involuntarily took three steps back before regaining his balance.
"How is that possible?!"
Wang Zhenwei screamed, his face filled with utter horror.
"How could you possibly have such strength?!"
Lu Jingchen smiled faintly and said:
"You're surprised? I haven't even used any force yet."
Enraged, Wang Zhenwei roared:
"I don't believe you! Let's try again!"
As he spoke, he charged forward again, his fists raining down on Lu Jingchen.
The fists flew in a blur, each strike deadly, as he unleashed all the skills he had learned in his life.
The surrounding disciples were stunned, and they shouted excitedly:
"Go, Master! Beat this arrogant brat to a pulp!"
"The owner is awesome!"
Lu Jingchen remained standing in place, easily deflecting all of Wang Zhenwei's attacks with just his right hand.
No matter how fast or how fierce Wang Zhenwei's punches were, he blocked them with ease.
His movements were fluid and graceful, as if he were dancing.
After playing for a full five minutes, Wang Zhenwei was panting heavily, drenched in sweat, and unable to even lift his arms.
Lu Jingchen remained calm and composed, not even breaking a sweat.
"What's wrong? Tired of playing?"
Lu Jingchen looked at the panting Wang Zhenwei and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.
"It's my turn."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Jingchen flipped his wrist and slapped Wang Zhenwei in the chest.
A seemingly light and effortless palm strike contains terrifying power.
"puff!"
Wang Zhenwei suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body flew backwards several meters away like a kite with a broken string.
It fell heavily to the ground, slid a long way, and wore out the mat on the ground.
He struggled to get up, but as soon as he moved, he winced in pain and fell to the ground again.
Blood kept flowing from the corner of his mouth, and his face was as pale as paper.
The entire training hall fell silent instantly; you could hear a pin drop.
The dozen or so disciples that Wang Zhenwei brought were all dumbfounded, standing there in disbelief.
Their proud master, Wang Zhenwei, known as "Jiangzhou's Number One Fist," was actually knocked down by Lu Jingchen with just one hand and one palm strike.
Lu Jingchen walked step by step to Wang Zhenwei, looking down at him:
"Now, are you convinced?"
Wang Zhenwei lay on the ground, looking into Lu Jingchen's cold eyes, his heart filled with fear.
He knew that he was no match for Lu Jingchen.
Continuing to fight will only bring shame upon ourselves.
He gritted his teeth, struggled to get up from the ground, and bowed deeply to Lu Jingchen.
"I give up!"
"Master Lu, I, Wang Zhenwei, was blind to your greatness and have offended you!"
"From this day forward, Zhenwei Martial Arts School belongs to you! I and all my disciples will obey your command!"
After saying that, he shouted to his disciples behind him:
"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and pay your respects to Master Lu!"
The dozen or so disciples looked at each other, and finally all lowered their heads.
They shouted in unison to Lu Jingchen:
"Greetings, Master Lu!"
Lu Jingchen nodded and said:
"Alright, since you're willing to join, I welcome you."
"However, let me make this clear from the start: if you join the martial arts association, you must abide by my rules."
"Don't bully others, don't do anything crooked, practice your skills properly."
"If anyone dares to break the rules, don't blame me for being impolite."
"Yes! We will definitely follow the rules!"
Everyone responded in unison, their voices loud and clear.
The surrounding students erupted in deafening cheers.
"Brother Lu is awesome! So cool!"
"He defeated Jiangzhou's number one punch with just one hand!"
"Our martial arts association has grown stronger! Who will dare to mess with us now!"
Ma Xiaodong jumped up excitedly and shouted at Shi Lei:
"Shi Lei! Hurry! Hang our banner at Zhenwei Martial Arts School!"
"We'll have two training grounds now! That's awesome!"
Shi Lei smiled and agreed, then quickly ran out.
Lu Jingchen looked at the cheering students, then at Wang Zhenwei and his disciples who were bowing their heads, and a smile appeared on his lips.
He turned to Su Muyue and said:
"Let's go check out Zhenwei Martial Arts School."
"From now on, that will be our training ground."
Su Muyue smiled and nodded, then took Lu Jingchen's arm.
The two walked side by side toward the exit of the training hall, the sunlight shining on them, warm and dazzling.
Wang Zhenwei looked at Lu Jingchen's retreating figure with a sense of awe.
He knew that he hadn't lost unjustly today.
Following such an expert will only lead to better development in the future.
He secretly resolved that he would follow Lu Jingchen to learn martial arts properly from now on and never engage in any crooked or evil practices again.