Chapter 87 - Finishing Move—Skyfall (2/2)

You want to fight? Then pay up!

This principle was not confined to the Sky Martial Battle Network.

Even when it came to in real life, Qin Fen never planned to give up this principle.

This was true ever since he learned about the young experts that the military region brought in through special channels and the possibility of them becoming challengers.

While on one hand, Qin Fen was very excited to be able to fight with other young experts, he also worried about what sort of price he should set for these young experts to challenged him.

One could study to be a scholar without money, but one had to have money to train in martial arts. Such a saying hadn’t changed at all in both ancient times and modern times.

This was especially true with the rise of neo martial arts. It was impossible for the poor to become experts of neo martial arts.

Qin Fen knew that most of the young experts ought to have come from well-off families. In regards with these people who focused more on honor, Qin Fen must not set the price to be too low, yet it also must not be too high to scare them away.

Okamoto Takeshi studied Qin Fen left and right. No matter which angle he looked at Qin Fen, Okamoto Takeshi found it hard to see just how shrewd this recruit was. Qin Fen actually had quite the economic head on his shoulders.

However, the thought of using an economic mind within the sacred duels of martial arts caused the veins on Okamoto Takeshi’s forehead to faintly pulsate. This was an insult to martial arts duels.

“Do you really take money for martial arts duels?” Okamoto Takeshi ultimately decided to ask.

“Yes.” Qin Fen nodded. “You will need to pay me if you want to fight me.”

“How much?” Okamoto Takeshi asked completely subconsciously. He did not expect Qin Fen to give an answer at all.

In the end, Qin Fen raised an index finger. “One thousand dollars.”

One thousand dollars? The title of being the number one king of martial arts among recruits was only worth a thousand dollars?

Okamoto Takeshi felt that Qin Fen was deliberately insulting martial arts; he completely lacked a single hint of honor a martial artist should posses. The veins of Okamoto Takeshi’s forehead bulged out as he roared in asking, “Do you even have a martial artist’s honor!?”

“One thousand dollars.” Qin Fen didn’t directly answer Okamoto Takeshi’s question. Instead, he extended his index finger as he told Okamoto Takeshi the price for a dual in absolute earnest. “If you don’t fight with me now, the price will go up after I defeat a different young expert.”

Okamoto Takeshi possessed an obese build since he was young. He was told that his body wasn’t suitable for training in any of the martial arts he wanted to learn. People told him that he was better of growing in scholarly duties rather than growing on the path of the martial dao.

He hit walls again and again, but he never gave up on the path of the martial dao. The warriors of his nationality were known to hold status and honor in extremely high regard. He had tried all sorts of things for the sake of becoming a warrior.

This lasted until the emergence of Neo Sumo. Neo Sumo finally let him walk the road of a warrior. It made him value the concept of the martial way even more, to nearly the same degree he valued his life.

Okamoto Takeshi watched Qin Fen, not understanding him at all. How could such a person have the qualification to learn the martial way? Every word out of Qin Fen’s mouth had to do with money. How could such a man who could only see money become an expert?

Okamoto Takeshi felt that it was super absurd. “What else do you hold in your eyes besides money? Do you have even a sliver of the honor a warrior should possess? How could you use the sacred martial way as a tool to make money?”

“Hmm?” An additional wrinkle appeared on Qin Fen’s forehead as a dark cloud loomed over his head. The martial dao was sacred? How was it sacred? Would anyone feel that the martial dao was sacred if they wanted to eat but had nothing to eat? If they worked hard everyday just so they wouldn’t starve to death?

“Are you going to pay? If you’re not, then I’m going back to rest.” Qin Fen went around to the side, If worst came to worst and he couldn’t walk on the paved road, it was nothing to walk on the side.

“You…!” Okamoto Takeshi suddenly strode forward a step, his heavy footstep caused the earth to shake. He already entered an attack range where he could strike Qin Fen.

Qin Fen’s eyes lit up, keenly sensing that he had entered his opponent’s effective combat range. His eyebrows jumped up as he said, “I can keep you company if you plan on competing physically. If worst comes to worst, I can just turn tail and run the instant you attack.”

When it came to his principle of needing to be paid, Qin Fen had long since made up a plan in mind.

Half of Okamoto Takeshi’s boiling battle intent immediately extinguished. This was an opponent who actually chose to turn and run in face of a challenge, turning the fight into a competition of endurance running. This had no glory for a martial artist, and Okamoto Takeshi couldn’t quite imagine it.

Qin Fen had displayed his speed quite well just now. It wouldn’t be easy for Okamoto Takeshi to catch him.

“If someone pays you enough money, will you even accept a bribe to lose?” Okamoto Takeshi looked at Qin Fen with despise.

“I won’t.” Qin Fen shook his head.

A hint of praise flashed in Okamoto Takeshi’s eyes. At least this warrior wouldn’t toss away all of a martial artist’s honor.

“I can only make money a single time if I lose. If I win, I can continue to make m,oney.” Qin Fen very kindly explained his own business philosophy.

Okamoto Takeshi, who had just revealed praise in his gaze, really wanted to give himself a hard slap in the face. How could he have reveal a look of praise towards someone who had none of the honor of a warrior?