Chapter 37: Testing

Gray Seal Martial Arts School, public area, in the lobby.

"You've been waiting for quite a while."

Kaxiu stood at the door and looked to the right.

There were four boys and a girl over there. All of them had changed into the student uniforms of the Gray Seal Martial Arts School and were now doing warm-up exercises. Some were hitting sandbags and some were fiddling with metal instruments.

Three of them were very familiar to Kaxiu. They were the three people he took out for dinner last night, Difa and Milofil.

The other two were other students who signed up yesterday.

"It's okay, Coach Levi. There are still five minutes before class. We can warm up now." Difa put down her fist that was hitting the sandbag. Her beautiful figure couldn't even be blocked by her training clothes.

"Yeah." Kaxiu nodded: "By the way, Difa. Help me open the training room. I'll go to the locker room to change clothes."

After that, he threw the key in his hand over.

"There's a room number on it. Everyone else should follow."

"Yes." "Okay." "..."

Watching the five people leave, Kaxiu walked along the corridor to the coach's locker room. He opened his own cabinet and quickly changed into a tough beige combat suit.

He threw all his clothes and hats into the cabinet and locked the cabinet door. He walked out under the yellow light above his head.

Ten minutes later, in the B-15 training room.

Phil was doing a lunge, with his back straight. His left fist was tucked at his waist, and his right fist was held flat in the air.

Beside him, Kaxiu was constantly correcting his posture, and at the same time explaining to the four students who were watching, "The punching posture must be standard, this is the basic skill. If there is a problem with the basic skills in the front, no matter how much you practice later, it will be crooked. In this way, you will have a big gap with others..."

Two minutes later, Phil's forehead and back were covered with sweat.

His body was shaking a little, and his joints were sore and numb. He was very tired, but when he felt the eyes of Tifa next to him, Phil didn't feel tired anymore. At least, he was not tired in his heart.

"Okay, Phil, take a rest." Kaxiu patted Phil on the shoulder. Persistence is a good thing, but showing off is not a good thing.

He just did this, completely replicating the method taught by Lisha in the youth training camp. The purpose is to make you remember it deeply from the beginning, and point out the non-standard parts of each part in public.

Then let you stand in a standard posture for three or four minutes.

As long as the students have normal psychological endurance, they can remember 50% of it after doing it once, which is very beneficial for the subsequent training.

Of course, there are also students with strong self-esteem and psychological sensitivity. Kaxiu did this after understanding Phil's personality.

"Huh..."

Phil, who relaxed, breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at Tifa who was listening to the class carefully next to him and twisted his feet secretly.

"Okay, let's demonstrate the next move next. Milo, come here." Phil heard this and looked at his friend.

Milo got up helplessly and walked over. When passing by Phil, he seemed to whisper something.

"Why do you think I, a sword practitioner, come to practice boxing?"

Time passed quickly. Two hours was not long, but not short. I looked at my watch. It was already six o'clock.

"Okay, we'll stop here today, see you tomorrow."

Kaxiu opened the door of the training room and walked towards the public area. Behind him followed a group of students who were going to change clothes.

Hongta Street, an empty street with gray and white grids. The cold wind carried fallen leaves and torn newspapers low in the sky and drifted away.

The sky was a little red, red and dazzling. The pale yellow clouds blended with the red sky, forming a magnificent mysterious color. A row of black birds flew from the west to the east.

In the evening sun, a man in sunglasses wearing a black jacket and jeans held a cigarette and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

"We're here, Gray Seal Martial Arts School, Levi."

A cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Puff, the big hand extinguished the cigarette butt.

The tall figure walked all the way to the martial arts school.

In the hall.

"You are Levi?"

"Who are you?"

Kaxiu looked at the man in sunglasses in front of him in confusion. This man was as tall as himself, and there was a strong smell of cigarettes on his body.

"Don't worry about it for now. I heard that you are good at martial arts. Let's have a fight!" The man stroked his thick hair and said in a frivolous manner.

"What are you doing? Don't you dare to fight?" The man in sunglasses twisted his mouth and subconsciously took out a cigarette from his arms and put it in his mouth.

"The martial arts school rules require a challenge fee to challenge."

Kaxiu said calmly. Of course, a challenge fee must be paid before a challenge. If it is free, you must be harassed to death. If you have the kung fu to accept challenges for free, you might as well practice more secret martial arts.

"Ah, really?" The man in sunglasses looked left and right.

Some students who were attracted nodded one after another.

"Okay."

He twisted his neck indifferently and walked to the front door counter. He was about to speak to the old man who was reading a pornographic book on the chair.

"The martial arts school rules prohibit smoking in the hall."

"Ah, really?" The man in sunglasses raised his head and suddenly found the no-smoking sign on the wall behind the old man, and coughed twice.

Then he quietly put the cigarette into his arms.

"I'm here to challenge that guy named Levi over there." The man in sunglasses said as he took out his black wallet: "How much?"

"Coach Levi? One thousand."

The old man looked at the man and then at the pornographic book.

"How much?!"

The man in sunglasses froze when he was flipping through his wallet.

"One thousand!" The old man replied loudly.

It seemed that he was disturbed from reading quietly.

"This... is so expensive." The man in sunglasses felt the eyes of the people around him and coughed: "Let me count, one, two..."

"Seven, eight, nine."

No more.

"Fuck, one hundred is still missing!" The man cursed in his heart.

"It's okay, nine hundred is nine hundred, I'll make it up to you." Kaxiu next to him suddenly interrupted and handed over a banknote.

"Thank you."

The man in sunglasses curled his lips.

He handed ten banknotes to the old man at the counter.

Five minutes later, on the street at dusk.

The man in sunglasses glanced blankly at the Gray Seal Martial Arts Hall behind him.

Ten moves, he only lasted ten moves in total.

He got a bruise on his cheek and lost the nine hundred red Li Federation banknotes that he usually put in his wallet to buy cigarettes.

"I can't stop his fist at all. He is definitely a master of the fifth level of federal martial arts, or even the peak of the fifth level, who has been immersed in it for many years..."

The man in sunglasses thought so in his heart, and he said so.

In the hall of the villa, there are two soft and comfortable sofas.

On the left and right sat a young man in a white shirt with an elegant temperament and a burly man wearing sunglasses and a leather jacket.

"Is he really at the peak of the fifth stage of the Federation?" The young man lifted his gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and the half-moon lenses reflected light slightly.

"Really, why would I lie to you? Look at my face."

The man in sunglasses pointed to a white patch on his left cheek.

For him, this little flesh injury was nothing, but the embarrassment in the martial arts hall was a bit uncomfortable. Jilan was used to helping Matthew deal with the business of the shadow side, and his personality was not very restrained. Normally, the man in sunglasses would have lost his temper in such a situation, but Matthew's brother Phil was there, so he had to endure it.

It was just a pity that the whole 900 cigarette money was wasted, and it hurt...

"The peak of the fifth stage, this Levi is worth making friends with!" Matthew's handsome face showed a smile, and he snapped his fingers.

"I'll pick up my brother after school tomorrow afternoon."

"Ahem... can the travel expenses be reimbursed?"

The man in sunglasses next to him touched his chin.

"How much?"

"Nine hundred."

"What kind of car can you take that costs nine hundred?!"

"It's nine hundred anyway, give it to me or not..."