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Chapter 638 - 405: Found a Part-Time Job_2

Chapter 638: Chapter 405: Found a Part-Time Job_2

Originally, we don’t accept students from outside, but since it was Xiao Meng who brought a friend over, I taught him a few basic skills.

And don’t mention it, although this young brother looks frail, he is willing to endure hardship.

He’s been coming over every day recently, does whatever is asked of him, and has not complained about it being hard. When he practices, he has the spirit of someone fighting as if his life depends on it!"

Meng Lang was startled.

What the hell has gotten into Zheng Wan, that heir of a scholarly family, to suddenly want to switch tracks and start learning martial arts?

Yan Weiwei, who came with him, glanced at Zheng Wan, who was practicing his punches, and said with confusion.

"Your friend?"

"Hmm... sort of, we’re quite fated, haha!" Meng Lang chuckled.

Yan Weiwei took a brief look and then shifted her gaze to the two figures sparring in the ring...

"Is that the grappling expert from Shaolin up there?"

She watched Xiang Wenlong spot an opening and clamp down on his opponent’s throat with a claw, a flash of eagerness in her eyes.

A week had passed, and today Meng Lang had come for consultations.

And Master Yan, having fully recovered, naturally came looking for a fight.

At this point, the victor had already been decided in the ring!

"I’m honored by your concession!" Xiang Wenlong let out a breath of foul air, and with an air of arrogance, he gave a salute with his hands to his downcast opponent.

Dozens of consecutive victories finally allowed him to slowly regain his former confidence.

No help for it, even Xiang Wenlong, who always prided himself on having an unshakable heart in martial arts, as a Shaolin disciple, found himself with a psychological shadow after that unavoidable kick that seemed almost divine.

Twenty years of secluded martial arts training at the Dharma Institute, the leading warrior monk there, and that’s it?

He couldn’t even catch a single kick from someone and still called himself "Without Xiang Wenlong, martial arts would be forever in the dark of night"...

In the days following his defeat, he had fallen deep into self-denial.

Is there an inevitable connection between me and martial arts?

Is there an end to the martial path? Is there a hierarchy in martial arts? Did I choose martial arts or did martial arts choose me?

He even doubted whether his pursuit of martial arts was truly meaningful.

These life puzzles, which can depress a person, were gradually swept away with each victory.

After breaking down and then rebuilding, he felt that his martial heart had become even more resilient after this battle...

He had thought so, until... he caught a glimpse of that young man smiling and waving at him from below the stage...

His heart skipped a beat and he almost assumed an indecent defensive posture.

Then he realized, the guy was still over ten meters away from him...

Coughing awkwardly, Xiang Wenlong hopped down from the ring feeling somewhat embarrassed and approached Meng Lang, his face lacking the earlier arrogance.

With a complicated look, he gave Meng Lang a salute with his hands.

"Master Meng, we meet again at last."

Adhering to the principle of respecting the worthy, Meng Lang also returned the gesture with a polite smile, thinking that the expert before him might well become a future enforcer.

"It’s been a few days, Master Xiang, your elegance is still intact!"

Xiang Wenlong forced a smile, elegance intact? I almost lost my spirit...

Originally, he thought he was a rare talent within the younger generation of the martial world, but to his surprise, he was taken down in one move by this young man without even understanding the gap between them...

The disparity in strength is too great!

Even if the head of our Dharma Institute came over...

Uh... considering his age, better not let him come over to suffer that...

"Master Meng is jesting, I underestimated the world before. Only now do I understand there are always people better than oneself, and higher skies above," sighed Xiang Wenlong.

"You’re too modest, Master Xiang. By the way, I heard you wanted to see me, is there something you need?"

Meng Lang didn’t believe somebody could recover from such a "blow" in just a few days, and still dare to utter the words "challenge" to him.

But Xiang Wenlong saluted once again, his face earnest.

"Actually, I just want to know how exactly did I lose?

Why is our gap so wide? What realm are you really in?"

Without figuring this out, he truly had no face to return to Shaolin.

After all, if he went back, how would he explain to his master and fellow disciples?

Tell them he met the Hero of Guanzhong and then got kicked into questioning his own life?

To be defeated is not terrible, but what’s dreadful is not knowing how one was defeated.

"Well... this is a bit complicated..."

Meng Lang found it somewhat troublesome to explain the gap between their realms, so he pointed at Yan Weiwei instead.

"If you want to know, have a fight with her."

Xiang Wenlong looked at Yan Weiwei in confusion, and upon seeing that it was a tall and beautiful woman, his face showed a slight unease.

"Who is this...?"

"I am his master!" Yan Weiwei claimed Meng Lang’s advantage unabashedly.

Meng Lang rolled his eyes, but didn’t refute on the spot.

"Ah?" Upon hearing she was Meng Lang’s master, Xiang Wenlong’s face changed instantly, and he stepped back in fright.

Isn’t there a mistake here, I haven’t even defeated the disciple yet, and now a master appears?

Shouldn’t you be calling out a grand-disciple of similar level for me to spar with?

How come you’re not playing by the book?

I’ve already fought the junior, and now the senior is here for another round of beating?

Are you determined to cleanse my "six senses"?

We’re just sparring as equals, there’s no deep vendetta between us, right?

Meng Lang was made somewhat uncomfortable by Xiang Wenlong’s aggrieved puppy eyes and cleared his throat.

"Cough! Don’t misunderstand; she absolutely follows a legitimate path in martial arts."

Ha! You know your own path is not quite legitimate, don’t you?

Xiang Wenlong thought to himself and looked at Yan Weiwei again but still shook his head.

"That... I never fight with women!"

"Hm?" Yan Weiwei immediately looked displeased.

"What do you mean? You look down on women?"

"No, no, no, I just... I’ve never fought with a woman before..." Xiang Wenlong hastened to explain seeing Yan Weiwei on the brink of eruption.

Upon hearing this, everyone on the scene stared at Xiang Wenlong with a strange look.

Never fought with a woman before...

That’s true; this guy came from a monastery devoid of women, where even female devotees are rare creatures...

No wonder he can’t even look at Yan Weiwei properly.

Could it be that this muscle man with an arrogant attitude... is actually a pure-hearted young man who gets nervous and blushes at the sight of girls?

What an adorable contrast...

"Hmph! Then you don’t get a say in this!"

Yan Weiwei wasn’t concerned with whether he had problems interacting with the opposite sex; she kicked directly at Xiang Wenlong’s face!

Not going to fight? Then I’ll force you to!

Where could the gift of experience go!

Xiang Wenlong got startled, barely blocking with his right arm...

"Bang!" In the next moment, he felt a bizarre strength traveling up his arm, numbing his entire arm.

"Step, step, step!" After retreating three steps, he looked at Yan Weiwei with a shocked expression.

"A Dark Energy expert!"

Yan Weiwei raised her chin slightly, "Hmph! That was just a lesson for you. If you don’t take this seriously, you might have to be carried out horizontally later..."

As her words fell, another sweeping kick came!

"Bang! Bang, bang, bang!"

Watching the two move from below the stage to fighting atop it, Meng Lang grinned.

"Hmm... Although the start was somewhat unexpected, this Liang Shanbo expansion pack for grinding experience and recruiting talents seems to have officially gotten on track..."

"Master Meng! Sorry, we are late!"

Just then, a somewhat breathless voice came from behind.

Meng Lang and Ah Xing turned their heads back, both suddenly taken aback at the sight.

Blue helmet, blue jacket, with a "Hungry?" logo on the back and chest...

Li Lei, Master Li, who had been broad and majestic just a few days ago, now came into the boxing gym with a fashionable food delivery outfit, supporting Master Li.

Meng Lang, with his sharp eyes, noticed a small blue electric scooter parked outside the boxing gym...

"Uh... Master Li, what’s this about...?"

"Heh, Master Meng, don’t laugh at me, I was feeling bored and found a part-time job..." Li Lei scratched his head somewhat embarrassingly.

Ah, this...

Meng Lang’s mouth twitched.

Goodness, had he been too harsh?

Turning a master of Baji Fist into a delivery man, really now?

"Ding! You have a new ’Hungry?’ order, please hurry..."

Everyone: "..."