Chapter 139 A Punch for Testing! (1/2)
”No, I don't have time.”
Fang Qiu twitched his mouth and said directly.
”Please!”
He Gaoming answered immediately. ”To be honest, I'm no ordinary people, I'm in the Wulin circle, do you know Wulin?”
Fang Qiu laughed.
”Well, the truth is.”
Fang Qiu didn't answer, so He Gaoming told him the truth. ”Tonight, there will be a fighting match, it's so much better than boxing match. If you're interested, we can go make a bet and make some money...”
”Not interested.”
Fang Qiu said.
”Let me put it this way.”
He Goming changed the subject and said while laughing, ”We're friends, you must be interested in lending me some money, right?”
”Aren't we the kind of 'you still owe me a hundred yuan' friends?”
Fang Qiu said.
”Hello...hello, what did you say? I can't hear you...Hello! Hello...”
He Gaoming's voice started to fade.
Then Fang Qiu heard the busy tone.
Fang Qiu felt annoyed.
However.
He was a little interested in the match.
He wanted to see for himself, what was Wulin like.
He wanted to find out what would be going on in this fighting match that He Gaoming mentioned.
The last time, under the guidance of two kids of rich second generation, he found out about the trade fair of Wulin. But apart from that, he still knew nothing about Wulin.
He might as well took the chance to get to know Wulin.
He would get into the circle sooner or later, in order to find the old master.
He would get in anyway, why not sooner.
So.
But he wouldn't expose his identity that easily.
”He didn't tell me what time it would be.”
Fang Qiu shook his head, and then went to class.
After class.
Fang Qiu put on the gym suit he wore when he went to the trade fair, left the school secretly, and then searched the food street near the Dayin Detective Agency. After making sure that He Gaoming was still three, he was relieved and had noodles in a small noodles stand.
After the meal.
The sky had already gotten dark.
Fang Qiu put on the mask that he prepared in advance.
Then he waited below the Dayin Detective Agency.
A short while later.
He Gaoming went downstairs, took a cab and left.
Like how he went to the trade fair, Fang Qiu also took a cab, following behind He Gaoming.
It was at night, and the traffic was less than daytime, so it was a smooth journey. The two cabs soon arrived at the suburb.
They went for a few kilometers in the suburb.
Then He Gaoming's cab stopped, and about eight hundred meters behind him, Fang Qiu got off the cab.
When the cab left, he rushed to follow him.
From afar.
He saw a giant manor.
The door of the manor was closed, and there were a big group of martial arts practitioners in front of the door.
He Gaoming was one of them.
When Fang Qiu got near the outer-ring of the group of people, Fang Qiu spotted He Gaoming immediately.
He Gaoming seemed very eager. As soon as he arrived, he rushed inside the group of people.
”So many people came!”
”They can come all they want, but not everyone can get in.”
”No shit, here are all martial arts practitioners, how many people do you think the power-testing machine at the door can stop?”
”There are differences among the martial arts practitioners. The standard this time is 800 kg for one fist; ordinary martial arts practitioners can't do that.”
People were pointing and discussing in front of the manor door.
Hearing the discussion from around, Fang Qiu looked up in front of the manor door, and he indeed saw a power-testing machine.
This power-testing machine was different from the rest; its giant base was entirely buried underground, and in the center of the door-like machine, there was a force-receiving area.
Above the force-receiving area, there was a monitor with the width of and the height of thirty centimeters.
It looked like any gatherings in Wulin had a standard!
Fang Qiu thought to himself.
The last time he went to the trade fair, he had to be able to fly over the eaves and run on the walls. The fighting match this time also had a standard for power.
Were the rules of Wulin that serious?
”Bam!”
When Fang Qiu was thinking about this, he heard a heavy crashing sound.
It was a young man in his early thirties, and he looked gentle and refined in manner, wearing a pair of glasses. But his fist hit 813.4 kg.
”Not bad! Not bad!”
”He looked weak, but he had quite the explosive power!”
People started to discuss.
”Bam!”
Another crashing sound rang out.
This time it was a old man with strong muscles and white hair and white beard. The old man looked and dressed refreshing.
”820.5 kg!”
”The senior is quite healthy and strong!”
”Yeah, he can still give such a hard punch at his age, impressive.”
The crowd praised him.
The old man laughed out loud, and gave a fist-palm salute to the crowd. Then he walked toward the manor door, pushed the door and walked in.
At this moment.
A young man suddenly rushed in and tried to skip the power test and follow the old man inside.
But it turned out that as soon as the old man walked in, the manor door closed immediately.
The young man pushed as hard as he could, only to find the door didn't move a bit.
He was hopeless.
The young man had to return to the machine, and gave a punch on it.
”788 kg!”
Staring at that number, the young man let out a bitter laugh while shaking his head, and then waked to the side.
The crowd gave him some encouragement.
At the same time.
He Gaoming looked around, then laughed and took a step forward.
”I'll show you what real power looks like!”
He thought this to himself, lifted his head up and walked toward the machine.
At that very moment.
”Here I come!”
The sound of wind breaking and a scream rang out.
He Gaoming stopped.
A shadow rushed in instantly and stood on the power-testing machine.
Watching this.
He Gaoming couldn't help but twitch his mouth.
”Why is he jumping the queue?”
”Doing it first won't give you a bigger number. When I get on there, you people will know what a real martial arts practitioner looks like!”
He Gaoming took a glance at the person who jumped the queue, and then complained in his head.
Right at this moment.
That person gave a punch.
He threw his arms and gave a hard punch on the power-testing machine.
”900 kg!”