When the fight starts, it turns intense, and then whether you have an ID or not doesn’t matter.
After disembarking from the plane.
Returning to Great Xia.
Following some formal questioning, Zhang Feng again boarded a flight, preparing to fly to ’Mu City.’
Over there, there is a martial arts school of ’Yu God and Ling.’
In recent years, Zhang Feng not only investigated their martial arts school but also looked into their personal files, knowing Yu God’s nickname and his reputation as a rising star in the martial arts circle.
The other person is his half-master, not much information, only known by the last name Ling.
Disembarking from the plane again.
Zhang Feng did not immediately head to the martial arts school.
Instead, he found a hotel near the martial arts school.
Requested a room on the highest floor facing southeast.
While resting, Zhang Feng observed the martial arts school side.
After resting for two days, he didn’t see anyone from Ling and Yu.
It seems that waiting for a rabbit by the tree is not always easy.
But it’s also a chance to rejuvenate and adjust to the best state.
On the morning of the third day.
State reaching its peak.
Zhang Feng didn’t wait any longer, directly took a taxi to the three-floor martial arts school.
From the outside, it covers over two thousand square meters, similar to his own base, Hall No. 1.
A student at the gate saw Zhang Feng sizing up the martial arts school and handed over a brochure about it.
Zhang Feng took it, glanced at it, saw it was full of landline numbers. Thɪs chapter is updated by novel※fire.net
"I’m looking for your school’s master."
Zhang Feng stopped reading and asked the student:
"Which floor is he on? And Yu God, does he come sometimes?"
"The master isn’t here now; he’ll probably come at noon." The student sized up Zhang Feng, noting that he wasn’t robust and didn’t look like a martial arts person either.
But he wore an old, shabby hat, quite unusual,
"Why are you looking for Yu God?"
"He owes me money." Zhang Feng looked into the martial arts school.
"What?" The student chuckled and shook his head, "You’re also a fan of Yu God, right? Saying he owes money is just an excuse to learn more about him, isn’t it?"
The student laughed and advised, "Brother, too many people are looking for Yu God, I’ve heard all kinds of reasons, yours is quite common.
And not to mention, you want to find him, initially, I also came here to practice martial arts because of Yu God’s ads.
I’ve been practicing here for two years and haven’t seen Yu God."
"Then I’ll wait for the master inside." Seeing that he didn’t know, Zhang Feng decided not to ask further, opting to go inside, "By the way, check out the environment, I’m thinking of signing up here."
"Bro! If you’re signing up, mention me!" The student was pleased to hear Zhang Feng might enroll, "Let’s go, I’ll show you around."
"Okay." Zhang Feng nodded, followed him into the martial arts school.
Upon entering, a medicine scent could be detected.
Zhang Feng was familiar with it and had even arranged to buy many doses of it at the border.
Through a series of reverse deductions.
Zhang Feng understood its enhancement effect was similar to the Power-Strengthening recipe, only it was a stronger version.
In other words, it’s hard to replicate in reality, because the medicinal potency of a single batch isn’t sufficient.
However, based on some medicinal property arrangements and instrument detection, Zhang Feng felt it could be cultivated.
As for chemical instruments and such, the traffickers have plenty.
The process of recording this knowledge wasn’t too difficult, as this medicine’s properties were indeed similar to the Power-Strengthening recipe.
But it’s precisely an enhanced version of the same source.
Zhang Feng also concluded.
If reality can cultivate these medicines, even a weaker version.
It can raise the Power-Strengthening recipe in reality to the ’3rd level world standard of authentic medicine.’
For instance, currently, normally a martial artist eating the Power-Strengthening recipe can only reach a constitution limit of 30.
If researched successfully, normal martial artists could reach 40, 50.
The qualitative enhancement of medicinal power raises the ’national data level.’
This is good stuff, needs to be copied.
Preferably obtain a more detailed recipe, along with property reports, this would further reduce research time.
Zhang Feng followed the student without noticing what he said throughout, just thinking to himself.
"Basically like that." The student extravagantly introduced the martial arts school and then asked, "When will you enroll?"
"Waiting for the master." Zhang Feng refocused, looking at the martial arts practice area twenty meters away, where students were energetically practicing.
Judging by their exertion movements, most had a constitution between 15-20.
In front of them, an instructor’s constitution reached 32.
The other two instructors guiding the students had constitutions of 27 and 29.
At a glance, all lightweight and traffickers.
But if it came to fighting, one-on-one, they probably weren’t a match for those two people.
After all, they are death-defying fighters, each move is a life-risking technique.
Meanwhile, as Zhang Feng studied their martial arts.
Fifteen miles away, in a car, the master of this martial arts school was heading towards here.
His crew-cut head in his forties, muscles robust, making outsiders perceive him as powerful.
He was half-leaning on the back seat, eating a piece of medicinal cake.
The recipe, his power source.
Of course, his natural talent shouldn’t be denied either, otherwise, reaching a constitution of 55 at the age of forty-two wouldn’t be possible!
"Half a month left before the triennial Martial Arts Association commences."
As he ate the medicinal cake, he looked at the driver, "I heard from people in the school, you want to participate?"
"Yes, Master Meng!" The driver replied while watching the road, "I heard the Martial Arts Association has a youth group, participants under 30, so I want to give it a try."