Chapter 272 - Violent Blood (1/2)
The small cafe was quiet once again.
Xue Tian has also received the Sacred Martial Hall’s invitation!
Xing Wuyi stared at Qin Fen, “What about you? Did you receive one?”
“No.” Qin Fen’s hand patted the jaded hand of Song Jia on his temple, “It’s not so painful anymore.”
“Jia Jia…” Lin Liqiang held both his hands over his head, “My head hurts.”
“Hurt until you die!” Song Jia sat back on the sofa with a blushing face, and her cute little nose slammed into Lin Liqiang, “Go look for your girlfriends!”
“Aiii…” Lin Liqiang sighed, “Hoes before bros. What’s more, we are childhood friends right, so no suspicions…”
The tension before the war was dissolved by Lin Liqiang’s annoying pesters.
“Well, I should go.” Xing Wuyi got up, “Keep on fighting and who knows, we might have a chance to face each other. Even if we don’t meet, we will face the other strong recruits. Better prepare yourselves.”
Xue Tian sank into the sofa, wiggled his body and jumped to Lin Liqiang’s side. “I heard that a lot of Caesar’s and Yang Lie’s female fans have come. I decided that before facing them on the battlefield, I will steal those female fans over. I will crush their rampant arrogance fiercely in advance. I was wondering, Sir Lin, if you are interested in helping out a brother in this matter?”
“Sir Xue, if you put it that way, how can I, Lin Liqiang, pull out from this?” Lin Liqiang smiled and got up, he pounded his chest with his fist, making a loud thud. With a heroic look on his face, “To take in knives piercing both sides for my brothers has always been the Lin vow.”
“Let’s do it.” Xue Tian and Lin Liqiang put their arms around each other and walked towards the door, “I have already inquired about the location of several beautiful women. This time we must win and return. When Yang Lie and Caesar find out about this, they are going to be pissed.”
Qin Fen turned to look at the back of Xue Tian who walked out of the door. What is a genius? Look at Xue Tian and you will know. When others were training, he was playing. When others trained their fists, he was sleeping. When others were awakening martial dao, he was looking for beautiful women.
Lin Ling got up silently and quickly disappeared into the cafe.
“What do you want?”
“This Xue Tian.” Qin Fen looked back at Song Jia’s charming dimple, “A person with such talent would make any martial artist jealous.”
“That’s not called talent.” Song Jia smiled and picked up her coffee, “My grandfather said that it’s called being artistic. Xue Tian may not know this but my grandfather once evaluated him.”
“Oh?” Qin Fen’s eyes were filled with curiosity. Having Earth Martial God, Song Wendong comment on them was enough to make one proud.
“Grandpa said, this kid…” Song Jia roughly deepened the tone of her voice to imitate the deep voice of Song Wendong, “Very good, very good. The artistry he has is the best I have ever seen.”
Qin Fen lightly supported his chin and said, “If there is a chance, I must spar with Xue Tian.”
Song Jia leaned forward and held Qin Fen’s cheek with both hands, “Are you tired? I saw fatigue in your eyebrows.”
“Tired.” Qin Fen nodded again and again, “I’m really tired.”
“Let’s go to my place and rest for a while.” Song Jia whispered, blushing slightly, “Your military camp is easily disrupted.”
“Okay.”
Qin Fen was exhausted. The particle storm was not only a test of control, but also a test of calculation and concentration.
The particle storm that didn’t hurt anyone. Plus, with the mature operation of a top ace mobile armor warrior, anyone would be extremely fatigued.
When Qin Fen woke up, the sky was already dark.
Song Jia was sitting on the ground, meditating and cultivating her internal art. As the granddaughter of the Earth Martial God and a martial artist, cultivation was essential.
Qin Fen snuck out of bed and slowly opened the door to exit the room.
As a recruit, if one did not rest in the camp every day, no matter how many championships they won, one would not earn much glory for the East Asia military region. Instead, one would humiliate the East Asia military region for not following the military order.
The streets in the middle of the night were extremely quiet. Qin Fen opened a Tai Chi stance and slowly moved along the empty street instead of walking normally.
The sensation of the battle during the daytime returned to the body bit by bit and the hardness and softness transformed into the body. The twenty-four style simplified Tai Chi fist in his hands was sometimes hard, sometimes soft.
He did this all the way back to the front of the military camp, putting away his stance once he arrived, remembering the feeling just now along the way.
Although the stance was closed, his body did not withdraw from Tai Chi. In every step, his body’s muscles and true energy remained running the twenty-four style.
If a brilliant martial artist passed by here, they would be surprised to find that the young Qin Fen walked with a pure Tai Chi power.
Unconsciously, Qin Fen returned to his place of residence.
The five fingers quickly tapped on the electronic code lock and Qin Fen was very happy that even his fingers were able to exert the power of the twenty-four Tai Chi fist.
The simplest things often contained the most complicated methods.
The most complicated things were often born from the simplest.
Qin Fen was happy to understand the meaning of his master’s words. As he walked to the side of his bed in the room, his body’s fine hair suddenly blew up. The five fingers that were throbbing mid-air suddenly became a fist and the air that was gripped made a loud “bang”. The true energy in his body poured into his arm like waves of the river all of a sudden!
Eighteen paths of true energy rushed into the soft right fist, instantly twisted together and gathered into a surging aura of power.
Biochemical beast open!
The pulses felt like a CPU releasing information, and it was quickly spread out to every part of Qin Fen’s body and the true energy swelled in it.