Who made him participate in the slapping contest?

Chapter 11 Getting Better

A month later.

Inside the Hong Family Martial Arts School.

Boom!

Su Changfeng and Hong Jianguo, like ancient yamen runners who beat people with sticks, each held an iron rod and struck Hong Jie's chest, back, legs, and stomach with the rods.

"No, I'm not fighting anymore!"

"If we keep fighting, you'll be fine, but these two old bones of ours will fall apart first."

Panting, Su Changfeng dropped the iron rod and went to the side to drink tea.

"Xiao Jie, quick, apply the ointment."

Hong Jianguo felt extremely distressed when he saw the bruises all over his son's back.

"Dad, don't you always say that you can't grow up without being beaten?"

"When we were kids, you used to chase me around and beat me."

"Now that I want to succeed, you're not supporting me anymore."

Hong Jie laughed and made a few jokes.

After applying the ointment, Hong Jie ignored the bruises and pain on his back and went to the sand basin next to him to practice Iron Palm.

After practicing for an hour, Hong Jie finally finished his practice.

Hong Jie (a third-rate expert)

Martial Arts

Iron Palm: 102/200 (Minor Success)

[Golden Bell Shield: 136/200 (Minor Success)]

[Cannon Fist: 33/100 (Beginner)]

[Internal Skill: 27/200 (Minor Success)]

Even a hero needs three helpers.

Thanks to his father's medicinal wine and the old prescriptions prepared by Old Su, Hong Jie's internal energy cultivation has finally reached the minor completion stage in the past month.

Old Su even specially got him a kind of tungsten sand, which has a higher density than ordinary iron sand.

This is combined with the rigorous training method of using the Shaolin bronze statue's staff to inflict physical harm.

Hong Jie's Iron Palm and Golden Bell Cover techniques have undergone a qualitative improvement, and mastery is no longer a distant dream.

Even more surprisingly, Old Man Su collected over a hundred "martial arts manuals" for him, one of which, the Cannon Fist, successfully triggered the panel.

Paoquan is one of the four major styles of boxing, characterized by its expansive and powerful movements.

It includes techniques such as the "mountain-opening cannon," "repeating cannon," and "close-range cannon," combined with elbow strikes, lifts, presses, crosses, parries, and braces, making it both offensive and defensive, and incredibly powerful.

It was practically tailor-made for someone with Hong Jie's formidable skills.

"Xiao Jie, you're indeed a talented young man! But compared to true masters, you're still a novice." Su Changfeng stroked his short beard and said.

"Uncle Su, are there really experts in this world?" Wang Xiaoxian, who was making tea nearby, asked curiously.

"I have been pursuing martial arts all my life, and I have also made my way through the tail end of the martial arts world in the 1990s."

"I've seen masters of hard qigong whose throats can bend long spears!"

Su Changfeng said.

"Uncle, are you talking about... Dawn?" Wang Xiaoxian interjected.

"dawn?"

"I love Li Ming, he must be a master!" Su Changfeng was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and smiled.

"And then there's the 'Swift-Footed Protector,' who can run three or four hundred miles a day. He can use acupressure to render people mute, block their blood and qi, and cause them to bleed from all seven orifices!"

"We even encountered all sorts of underhanded tricks, such as using curses or bewitching incense."

"The martial arts world of those years was a chaotic mix; you couldn't tell who was a fraud and who was a master. It was dangerous, but it was certainly exciting, and it was probably the last glory of the martial arts world."

Su Changfeng, being knowledgeable and experienced, continued.

"yes!"

Time flies!

"Back then, the kingpins used blades as thin as paper, and their methods were both cunning and ruthless. They could slit a person's throat in the blink of an eye."

"The person who was smeared had to walk a long way before the blood spurted out."

"Putting aside other things, in 93, our brigade arrested that rapist Li Guitian. Eight policemen couldn't subdue him; he was as fierce as a tiger. In the end, it was Old Liu who fired a shot to take him down."

"Young people these days have never seen anything like that. Sigh, I can't explain it."

Hong Jianguo sighed with emotion as he recalled the past.

"Speaking of which, shouldn't you be competing? It would be good for us to see what we've accomplished." Su Changfeng had finally discovered a promising talent in traditional martial arts, and he poured all his dreams of the martial arts world into Hong Jie.

"No problem!"

While making conversation, Hong Jie walked over to the force measuring device next to him.

boom!

The numbers are jumping wildly!

"617 pounds!"

After his internal energy cultivation reached the minor completion stage, his pure strength increased by nearly a hundred pounds.

In terms of explosive punching power alone, I am not much different from professional lightweight athletes like Yang Jianping and Qiu Daliang.

Not only his strength, but Hong Jie's breathing has also become more powerful.

His eyes were bright and piercing.

His temples were slightly bulging!

The power and sense of grounding that come from being full of blood and energy and having one's inner strength surge is unparalleled.

Of course, the little brother has also become more domineering.

It's a pity Liu Mei isn't here. If it were before, she would have to call him Grandpa at night!

Hong Jie retracted his stance and adopted the upright, disciplined movement of slapping someone's face, striking the force gauge with his Iron Sand Palm.

"438 pounds!"

"The power generated by bending the legs, standing on tiptoe, twisting the waist, and the tension and relaxation of muscles when throwing a punch is far greater than the explosive power of a slap."

"However, even with that kind of power, it's equivalent to a heavy punch from some lightweight reserve athletes; it's not something an ordinary person can withstand."

"It's time to go into battle!"

……

The next morning.

Hong Jie practiced several rounds of Cannon Fist, washed off his sweaty clothes, and walked shirtless to the front hall of the martial arts school.

Wang Xiaoxian is checking the equipment.

Since he defeated Zhu Yong last time, the martial arts school has been packed with students.

Wang Xiaoxian also took on the role of martial arts school manager, wishing she could stretch herself to be the breadwinner of ten people.

"Little Fairy, so early?" Hong Jie greeted her.

"Good morning." Xiao Xian's gaze fell on his basketball shorts crotch and the well-proportioned, muscular upper body, and her pretty face instantly turned red.

This guy looks like a young heartthrob, but I never expected him to be such a bastard.

"Aren't you cold not wearing clothes so early in the morning?" She quickly looked away and turned her head shyly.

"Stop hiding!"

"Don't worry, I won't seduce you."

"With the starting dowry in Wucheng being 388,000 yuan, I still can't afford to marry you."

Hongjie dried his wet hair with a towel and started joking with her.

He likes women with big breasts.

So what if she's Yang Mi? She's not good-looking and therefore unacceptable!

"Hmph, you want to marry me? I don't care."

"Someone like you, thirty-eight million eight hundred and eighty thousand, I'll consider it, that's about right."

Wang Xiaoxian pouted and said disdainfully.

"Come and take a look. I've picked out some useful comments from the backend! Take a look and see if any of them interest you."

Wang Xiaoxian walked to the worktable to the side and pulled out a stack of typed documents.

Hong Jie took a look and saw that they were all messages from the back office.

[Monk Yihu: In the world of traditional martial arts, I am an insurmountable mountain for you. But considering your somewhat established reputation, I'll give you a chance. I can accept a loss to you for 500,000.]

"Yi Hu? He's an old actor!" Hong Jie continued reading.

[Lei Dagang, the Master of Divine Power Fist: Brother, welcome to the Divine Power Martial Arts School to exchange skills in back-patting and slapping. If you're interested, my master can give you pointers on the spot. Contact me for pricing details!]

"You're getting better too. Lei Dagang's master was a formidable man whom even Fang Bian had to clasp his hands in respect, 'afraid of being slapped to death'."

"They're going to personally guide you."

"I've consulted with them for you. Lei Dagang's master is Ji Wenjin, a grandmaster of the Divine Strength Fist. You can go over there, take a few slaps, and they'll give you 50,000 yuan."

"Offering tea and formal apprenticeship on the spot costs 30,000 yuan."

"I want to wear black stockings again, and have them do cupping on my thighs and record a video. I hope they can give me a discount."

"Young Master Jie, Master Ji is a big name in traditional martial arts, are you sure you don't want him to give you some pointers?"

Wang Xiaoxian leaned close to him, winking and giggling.

"He can slap my face, but he can never pat your leg."

"Your legs belong to the Hong Family Martial Arts School."

Hong Jie was filled with righteous indignation, then immediately grinned wickedly:

"Actually, I also want to film it."

"Xian'er, name your price!"

"It'll definitely cause petechiae; it'll bring out all the coldness that's been lingering for ten years."

"Ugh!" Wang Xiaoxian quickly shrank back when she saw that he was about to kiss her face.

"This master and apprentice pair will do. I'll have my dad go and provoke them tonight!"

"Lei Dagang does not claim to be the number one slapper in the world, and Master Ji is an expert who has mastered the ancient traffic code of traditional martial arts."

"Their skills are lacking, but they have enough online traffic."

"beat!"

Hong Jie snapped his fingers, confirming the target.

……