My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1048 - 355. Young people nowadays are having too much fun, Teacher Li is totally puzzled part 3

Chapter 1048: 355. Young people nowadays are having too much fun, Teacher Li is totally puzzled part 3

"Who hasn’t been young once?"

"Ah, your brain is beyond saving. I’m talking serious business here."

Sister Pomegranate sighed helplessly and said:

"What I mean is, if you knew anything about this line of work, you’d know that pole dancers have core and arm strength far beyond ordinary people, which allows them to perform those visually stunning, highly difficult moves. If you were to convert that strength for combat, I bet your skinny frame could be beaten to death by them.

Have you ever considered the incredible bodily control required to perform those beautiful martial arts moves that combine strength with posture?

You know the four guys who play Soldier Strike in the game, right?

Let them go pick a fight at the local Martial Artist Association and see if they dare. I bet even a gatekeeper Disciple there could take all four of them down easily."

"You’re right about everything, but the Lightning Five-Whip..."

Little Brother Fu interjected, leaving Sister Pomegranate momentarily speechless until she could only say despondently:

"Sigh, with no real hero in sight, one charlatan spoils the whole broth. How am I supposed to explain this to you? But even with the Lightning Five-Whip, it’s not something ordinary folks can mess with, right?

Not to mention, who else but the extraordinary can withstand a young man’s punch head-on at the age of sixty or seventy without landing in the ICU?"

"Hey, now that you mention it, that does make some sense."

Little Brother Fu pursed his lips and said:

"Okay, okay, I get it, you’re skilled. But how’s Teacher Li supposed to enter the game now? And he has to level up before he can beat that Iron Fist Turner, doesn’t he?"

"That’s a Vow-Keeping Monk."

Sister Pomegranate shook her head and said:

"I’ve noticed in the three times my little brother and I challenged him, he always suppresses his strength to match the level of his opponents during a fight. I suspect it’s got something to do with his vows. So as long as Teacher Li is willing to enter the game, everything else will be easy to handle.

This will be a battle of skill against skill, and it’s no longer just for the title of Champion Fighter—it’s about upholding the dignity of us martial artists!

Of course, if possible, I’d prefer to defeat him with my own hands.

Sigh, I still need to train."

Having said that, Sister Pomegranate stretched her slender body on the spot and said:

"I’ve also taken a few years off, I need to capitalize on my talents before they fade. Perhaps it’s time to return to my original disciplined lifestyle. Starting today, I’m quitting alcohol and rehabilitating!"

"You’re being too dramatic."

Little Brother Fu glanced at Sister Pomegranate’s figure and said:

"With a body fit for the catwalk like yours, you shouldn’t even bother training. It’ll be so ugly if you end up with muscles bulging everywhere."

"You don’t get muscles like that without drugs, you idiot."

Sister Pomegranate pouted and said:

"I’m training for strength, not competing in fitness. And what does it matter to you if I’m ugly? Why, haven’t given up yet?"

"Tch, I was just saying."

Little Brother Fu rolled his eyes and stopped talking, quickly going forward to help Bull Bull, who had been knocked down for the third time by Teacher Li.

The athletic student was panting heavily, his shoulder bearing marks on his tank top, while Teacher Li also sported kicks on his body. Comparatively, if this had been a real fight, it’s likely he would have escaped the "Vampire Martial Monk Bull Bull Challenge" unscathed.

And most absurd of all, Teacher Li had used an unfamiliar "Gale Fist" technique to knock Bull Bull down the last time.

It was as excessive as live printing cards with "Sharingan" in action.

"Teacher Li, you believe it now, don’t you?"

With her hands on her hips, Sister Pomegranate stepped forward and said to Teacher Li, who was putting on his jacket:

"Why not give the game a try? I heard from that impressive martial monk that over there one can learn the ’Path of Qi.’ In other words, we can test out those ancestral martial arts techniques that are of dubious authenticity.

All that talk about inner and outer elixirs..."

"That’s all meant to deceive the uninitiated."

Teacher Li shook his head and said:

"We practice martial arts, not immortality. But then, our world is based on materialism, so I’m not sure if supernatural powers can cause a qualitative change in martial artists.

All right!

In light of your companionship in exercising today and helping me learn a new boxing technique, I’ll accompany you. How do we get there?

Do we need to sign up?"

"Just fill out an application, the helmet will probably arrive at your place tomorrow. When it comes, don’t be afraid..."

"Afraid? Why should I be afraid?"

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"Hmm? Another new application?"

Inside the Blood Eagle Corridor, Murphy, who was reviewing the results of the first day of the Champion Fighters tournament, heard a notification for forum applications and entered the application area to glance over the submissions. He noticed several had been submitted.

Upon closer inspection, he realized that these applicants were all quite noteworthy.

[Fireworks Beef Bowl], the contact person: Like a tiger can enchanter wood, with two special skills listed as "Sword Saint" and "Old Second Dimension." Clearly unserious.

[Star Soul Eagle], [Fun Ah Rin], both with Bull Bull as the contact person, the former being the senior brother of the provincial judo team, the latter Bull Bull’s cousin who runs a family martial arts gym.

The heavyweight was [Wrist Master]—a formal member of the Martial Artist Association, accredited by Bull Bull and Sister Pomegranate’s grandfather as a capable guy.

"My, my, tossing out one bait and hooking four fish!"

Murphy laughed in his office like a fox who had stolen a chicken, swiftly approved the four applications, and then daydreamed about the good times to come. With professionals gradually entering the arena, as long as this trend continued, my label of Transylvania as a rugged folkland would probably have to be updated to include "producer of geniuses."

Great!

We should keep developing positively like this, hoping that "Iron Fist" Turner, who came to Transylvania with a secret, can last a while longer...

After all, it’s all about making the most of every resource.