Chapter 84 The difference between Dou Qiong Martial Arts School! Try it out
Feng Mu is not against joining the Dou Qiong Martial Arts School.
After all, this was his plan from the beginning, and now there is no charge. Moreover, although this martial arts gym looks far inferior to Canglong Martial Arts Gym, after seeing the scene in the afternoon, Feng Mu seriously doubts this martial arts gym. Not too ordinary.
Can a martial arts gym that harbors a bunch of murderers be average?
Feng Mu selected his locker and put on the black training clothes of a senior member. He looked at his tall but thin figure in the mirror, his dull eyes flashing coldly.
"In short, no matter what kind of medicine is sold in Douqiong Martial Arts School, I will eat all the sugar-coated medicines first before talking about the rest. It will not be too late to worry about the rest after they reveal their secrets."
Feng Mu rubbed it. For stiff cheeks, it is not good to use [plastic embryos] to disguise facial expressions for a long time. The muscles on the face tend to stiffen, so you have to rub them from time to time to activate blood circulation.
Outside the locker room.
Looking at Feng Mu who had changed into his training clothes and came out, Hong Ya's eyes lit up slightly and she thought to herself: "Although my junior brother is a bit thin, he looks very capable and has the smell of a skinny tiger, huh?" , which is the table The mood is too dull and not powerful enough."
While Feng Mu was changing clothes, Li Bashan had finished finishing a bucket of rice and was picking up rice grains in the bucket with a wooden spoon. He looked like Zhang Fei. The contrast of embroidery.
Seeing Feng Mu come out, Li Bashan gave up the fantasy of conjuring another bucket of rice from the empty bucket, and muttered in his heart: "It's strange, Hong Ya always eats slowly, where did she hide the bowl?"
Under Hong Ya's disgusted eyes, he casually wiped the grease from the corners of his mouth with his sleeves. Feng Mu's sharp eyes could see that there were a lot of grease splattered on the latter's chest.
"Let's go, master, let me try your quality." Li Bashan said angrily.
He had deliberately lowered his voice, but half of the students in the dojo still heard it. Some people glanced at Feng Mu with envy or jealousy.
Feng Mu glanced sideways at Hong Ya.
Hong Ya explained: "Our Dou Qiong Martial Arts School is full of teachings. Every newly recruited student must be tested before they can be given guidance."
Hong Ya answered very seriously.
No one in the surrounding students wearing white training uniforms refuted, they all curled their lips in unison.
When we first came in, you were doing other things besides collecting money. We have collectively lost our memory.
Passing through the main area of the dojo, Feng Mu glanced at the various instruments or equipment. Most of them were being used by students. He glanced twice and then withdrew his gaze.
Observing with his current eyesight, it is not difficult to find that these ordinary students do not seem to have a good foundation. The average level of strength displayed is far from that of Canglong Martial Arts School.
It's like the difference between a regular army and stragglers.
On one side are the top students from various schools, and on the other side are the bottom students, or "social idlers" like him who have missed the college entrance examination but have not given up.
After passing through the main area, there is a smaller area inside.
Without the various equipment outside and the technological instruments, there is just a ring enclosed by ropes inside.
There are some practice human stakes scattered around the ring. Their shapes are 1:1 anthropomorphic and the entire body is made of steel.
Feng Mu was stunned for a moment. He originally thought that the inside would be more advanced and more technological than the outside, but he did not expect that the inside would be so... shabby?
It does not look like a new martial arts school in this century, but more like a "relic of the previous dynasty" from a hundred years ago, with an old-school atmosphere that has not kept up with the times.
Premium members area, that’s it?
No wonder there are not many people in the senior members area. What you can see are... those familiar faces from this afternoon.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven!
Feng Mu counted, including Li Bashan and Hongya, there were only seven people in total, five men and two women. None of them wore the training uniforms issued by the martial arts school, but each wore their own regular clothes. Two of them were sitting cross-legged on the ground and resting.
The remaining three were beating the iron man pile crazily. They did not wear protective gloves, and they just banged their fists or elbows and knees upwards, beating the iron man pile. Blood spilled.
Of course it’s not the iron man pile that is bleeding, but the punching person’s flesh that is torn and bleeding.
But Feng Mu looked at them and saw that these people did not stop moving at all, as if they were painless. The beatings were so severe that the skin and flesh were cracked to the bone, but the movements were getting faster and harder.
The face was expressionless, neither in pain nor groaning, and the brows were full of ferocious aura, like a group of monsters wearing human skins, better than living people.
There were remnants of new blood and old blood everywhere on the iron man post, staining it and seeping into it, turning it into a black color that could not be washed away no matter how hard it was washed.
Feng Mu knew that he was a monster forged by [Eating Iron], but he could not compete with steel without pain or feeling.
But these people in front of me are just flesh and blood, but they don't seem to stop until they smash the iron man pile. Instead, they look more like monsters than real monsters.
"In the afternoon, I was stared at by their collective death, and the iron in my stomach was suddenly digested by 1%." Feng Mu thought about the connection behind this.
So, the trigger was the death stare?
Or is it because there is something special about these people?
Or do you need two in one to satisfy both at the same time?
When Li Bashan and Hongya brought people in, these people did not stop moving their hands, but just looked at Feng Mu with their eyes, either politely or rudely, looking at Feng Mu up and down.
But this time when they looked at him collectively, the iron in Feng Mu's stomach showed no movement, which made Feng Mu feel a little disappointed.
Li Bashan turned his head and grinned, squeezed Feng Mu's shoulder with his big hands like cattail leaf fans, and said in a deep voice: "Our Dou Qiong Martial Arts School is different from other martial arts schools."
"Those things like punching power, attack speed, skill ratings, etc. that are tested by some instrument are not counted here."
“Even the basic talent and understanding of labor are discounted here.”
“Because the master has taught us since we were young that people cannot trust machines too much, machines are dead things. , and people are living creatures, so the test of people can only be compared by people.”
"The data is not important. What is important is only the space. Who is standing and who is falling?"
Li Bashan pushed Feng Mu towards the middle ring and said at the same time: "Master Let me try your quality, then go up and pick one I will fight alone, and after the fight, I will see clearly for the master."
Li Bashan still has one thing left in his heart, that is, you must be the one who fell, but that is not important. What I want to see for Master is how you fell.
Because you can see a person's true nature more clearly when you fall down than when you stand.
Feng Mu pulled the rope and got into the ring, with dullness and confusion on his face. He looked at the people in the arena. As his eyes wandered, the pile drivers also stopped. action, looking back at him.
Very strange.
There was no slightest bit of contempt in the eyes of these people, even though Feng Mu appeared to be an ordinary useless student, but for some reason he was attracted by his master Li Guishe.
There was no contempt or disdain. On the contrary, there was a hint of eagerness in their eyes.
It's as if they don't care about the strength of their opponents at all. They are just tired of fighting iron man stakes and want to find a chance to relive the feeling of hitting people with their fists.
At this moment, being collectively stared at by everyone, although it was still not considered a death stare, Feng Mu vaguely felt the Etie in his stomach respond faintly.
Ertie was digested a little bit...
(End of this chapter)