My Core is the Boss

Chapter 283.2: Are You Master's Illegitimate Son?

Located in Tianshan Building, Mingwu Martial Arts Gym occupied the second, third, and fourth floors. Among all the martial arts gyms in Tianyue City, Mingwu ranked within the top eight. Every year, many children came here to train and strengthen themselves.

At this moment, a group of children in training uniforms were practicing in the hall. They were practicing punching and kicking, appearing fairly convincing.

Leaning on the railing, Qi Yuan watched below. "All just for show. I could take ten of them easily. Are there any real martial arts here?" freewebnovёl.ƈom

The staff member beside him couldn't help but smile awkwardly. The oldest kids down there were only eight or nine years old. Was beating ten of them as an adult really something worth boasting about?

The staff member explained, "If you want to learn real martial arts, the fee is higher. It will be 120,000. And there are additional costs later..."

"Alright, sign me up."

He didn't bother watching the children anymore. Their moves were too basic. What interested him most was the difference between this world’s martial arts and the Canglan World’s.

Soon, under the staff member's guidance, Qi Yuan arrived at the fourth floor. "This is the Second Senior Brother's office. To learn true martial arts, you need to pass a test here."

"Is paying the fee alone not enough?"

Why would anyone run a test for business? What if he failed?

The way the staff member looked at him changed. "Real martial arts training is different."

As the saying went, the poor studied, while the rich practiced martial arts. Those who truly trained in martial arts usually had some wealth.

Soon, the staff member knocked.

"Come in!" someone said in a deep voice from inside.

Qi Yuan followed him into a spacious training room.

The staff member said, "Second Senior Brother, this person wants to learn real martial arts."

Qi Yuan looked at the man. He had a crew-cut and a square face, his build tall and powerful. Qi Yuan also didn’t miss how his left nostril was noticeably larger. His gaze then fell on one of the man's fingers.

"Are you here to learn martial arts?" Second Senior Brother gave Qi Yuan an odd look. "Your body seems to have some issues."

Qi Yuan asked curiously, "Just minor problems. Nothing too serious. How's the test done?"

What if it involved bone-reading? How can I refuse?

Second Senior Brother opened a drawer and took out a dark wooden token. "This is simple."

The token was extremely black and ancient-looking.

The square-faced man pushed the token toward Qi Yuan. "Spill a drop of blood onto it."

Qi Yuan was puzzled. "Blood? Sounds like cultivation."

It was his first time seeing such a requirement for martial arts. Nonetheless, Qi Yuan bit his finger, letting a drop of blood fall onto the token. After a few breaths, white patterns began to spread across the black surface.

"Three patterns. Barely sufficient. You have slightly below-average aptitude, but enough to train in martial arts," Second Senior Brother concluded, putting the token back into the drawer.

With a tap of Qi Yuan’s finger, the blood that had seeped into the token silently returned to him. No one noticed.

"Do these patterns represent aptitude?" he asked.

It seemed like the martial arts in this world were truly different after all.

"Mhm. Martial arts strength largely depends on aptitude. Most people in Qin Yuan Kingdom have some aptitude. The higher it is, the more suitable they are, and the greater their achievements." Second Senior Brother nodded firmly. He straightened up proudly. "When I was tested, I had five patterns!"

In the outside world, the martial arts were deemed insignificant. Decades of training would not compare to a single injection, after all. Even so, in the internal circle of martial artists, there was still a clear hierarchy of status and rank.

Qi Yuan asked, "In our circles, what's the maximum?"

"My master said the maximum is twelve. Maybe in just a few months, those geniuses can leap ten meters in a single bound!" the man replied admiringly.

Qi Yuan was speechless. He could already jump ten meters. This world's martial artists seemed underwhelming.

"How strong is the Martial Arts Tournament champion? How far can he go per step?" he asked.

This was what mattered most to him. After all, he intended to become the supreme martial leader of humanity.

"Probably over ten meters per step?" Second Senior Brother stared at him as if he could read minds. "Don't aim too high, the Martial Arts Tournament isn't for just anyone."

He had seen many washed-up idols come to learn martial arts and participate in the Martial Arts Tournament, all in hopes of returning to the path of stardom. Qi Yuan was very good-looking. Even if he didn’t achieve a high rank in the tournament, just showing his face would be enough. He could even become an internet celebrity.

On the other hand, Qi Yuan felt rather speechless. Leaping over ten meters? Champion of the Martial Arts Tournament? Isn’t that way too weak?

His quest was basically child’s play.

"Second Senior Brother, I'm considered enrolled now, right? I'll transfer the money right away. When do I start?" Qi Yuan asked.

Second Senior Brother took out a thin booklet from the drawer. "Mhm, here's a technique."

On the booklet were three ancient-looking words: Mingwu Resonance Fist.

The square-faced man warned, "This technique is the core art of our gym. It has a total of twelve levels. I will give the first three levels to you. Remember, this technique must not be leaked, understand?"

"What about the rest of the technique?"

Second Senior Brother said honestly, "The remaining parts cost extra. Young man, these first three levels will keep you busy for a year."

The square-faced man had needed a full seven months just to master the third level. Since Qi Yuan's talent was lower than his, taking a year was only normal.

Qi Yuan asked, "How much does it cost?"

"Hmm... three million in total," Second Senior Brother replied. "Come, let me explain our core art. Mingwu Resonance Fist emphasizes the unification of the internal organs and muscles, achieving a kind of resonance that unleashes powerful force... Sounds impressive, right? But also very difficult to execute. After all, how can an ordinary person control the vibrations of their internal organs? That requires long-term experience—"

By that point, Qi Yuan had already flipped through the entire booklet. He threw a punch forward. "Like this?"

In that instant, his entire self became astonishingly unified. His internal organs moved in perfect harmony, and his blood flow seemed to converge into that single punch.

Boom!

The powerful strike burst forth, booming like a thunderclap.

Second Senior Brother froze, his left nostril twitching upward. "You... are you Master's... illegitimate son?"