After a few days of consideration, Wu Hou finally decided to agree to Mai Weili to participate in this competition. He felt in his heart that since he was learning martial arts, he had to learn from each other and learn from actual combat, otherwise what would be interesting in practicing every day.

For him at this time, why he practiced martial arts was nothing more than a person who could fight.

So after school on this day, Wu Hou did not go home with Mai Wenxiang, but changed directions and ran to Tough Guy Co., Ltd.

When he arrived at the gate of the company, Wu Hou said to the front desk that he wanted to find Mai Weili. The lady at the front desk asked Wu Hou to wait for a while, then picked up the phone and dialed the landline of Mak Weili's office. The two said a few words, and the lady put down the phone and prepared to take Wu Hou to Mak Weili's office.

Wu Hou said very politely: "You don't need to bring it, I know how to go." The lady kept a professional smile and said yes, and Wu Hou went upstairs alone.

Mak Weili sat behind his desk, heard a knock on the door, and knew in his heart that Wu Hou had arrived, so he said please come in. Wu Hou opened the door, Mai Weili motioned for him to sit down, and Wu Hou obediently sat on the other side of the desk, looking at Mai Weili with a smile on his face.

"Got it figured?" asked with a smile.

"Well, I figured it out. Wu Hou nodded.

Mak Weili stood up, took a bottle of drink from the cabinet, and handed it to Wu Hou, who took it. Mak Weili sat down at his desk again and continued: "Wait a minute, I'll print a contract. Then he focused on the computer.

Wu Hou sat there, waiting quietly, and said softly: "Can you not let your daughter know that I am going to play." ”

Mai Weili, who was typing, paused and asked him, "Xiangxiang doesn't know if you know how to martial arts?"

"I don't know, she just saw me climb the seventh floor with my bare hands. Wu Hou replied uncertainly.

Mai Weili, who continued to concentrate on typing, listened to Wu Hou's words and said: "It's just a matter of climbing a building, just a little stronger body and bones, so Xiangxiang shouldn't know that her table mate is practicing martial arts." ”

Wu Hou sighed.

Mai Weili said while typing: "It is rare to practice martial arts now, and what I see more is some sanda, taekwondo, boxing and the like, and there are very few people who practice martial arts." In fact, it is not a little, but now the population is increasing, and there are too many ordinary people, so there are fewer people practicing martial arts. Besides, in the current society under the rule of law, there is a life that can almost live, who will go to practice martial arts, go to school and get a prestigious school, and find a good job in the future, isn't it more comfortable than suffering that crime?"

Wu Hou hesitated a little, but still asked Mai Weili: "Uncle's father, did you practice martial arts before?"

Mai Weili smiled and said: "Yes, the old man used to practice martial arts, and when he was young, he took care of the family and the nursing home of a large family, and later caught up with the war, the family emigrated away, and then the old man returned here with our family." I learned martial arts when I was a child, and my father practiced boxing, so I also practiced, and after practicing for a few years, I found that I didn't make money. ”

"Oh, that's it, no wonder the last time I went to your house, I saw a wooden stake, but it fell a lot of dust, and it looked like it hadn't been used for a long time. ”

"Haha, yes, since my dad died, no one has touched it, and after so many years of boxing, my dad almost forgot about those punches and kicks, and I haven't played that thing. ”

Mak stopped what he was doing, and with the sound of the printer, a contract came out. He picked up the contract, read it again, handed it to Wu Hou and said, "Come, sign it." ”

Wu Hou signed a contract for the first time, so he was a little nervous, for fear of encountering those like those on TV, and someone would set a text trap. He took the contract in his hand and read it carefully, it only said that he would receive a bonus of 30%, and there were no conditions for the rest. This is Mai Wenxiang's father, and he will definitely not deceive himself, so Wu Hou picked up the pen, signed his name on the contract, and then handed it to Mai Weili.

Mai Weili confirmed that the contract was correct, put it in the drawer, and then looked at Wu Hou and said: "Little guy, although I know that you have practiced, I have to tell you in advance that in the next few days of the competition, everyone who participated in the competition has practiced, I can only say, you take care." ”

Wu Hou didn't know the bottom of his heart, and said worriedly: "Are they all very powerful?"

"It's not powerful, it depends on who you compare, but everyone has two arms and two legs, don't be afraid. Speaking of this, Mak Weili paused, and then asked, "Didn't your teacher teach you any killer tricks?

Wu Hou was distressed, in the mountains during the summer vacation, Duanmu Shenjiu didn't teach him any moves. He shook his head and said no.

Mai Weili frowned and said, "Then what kind of martial arts do you practice?"

Wu Hou smiled awkwardly and shook his head again.

Duanmu Shenjiu only had that set of punches except to tell Wu Hou how to be lucky, and when he thought of this, he said, "I have learned a set of punches." ”

"Come on, call me again. Mak Weili pursed his lips and motioned for Wu Hou to stand in a more spacious place behind him.

Wu Hou according to what Mai Weili said, stood up and walked to the back, raised his fist, and beat the tricks that Duanmu Shenjiu taught him, the boxing technique is very simple, and it is also very slow, just a few movements, although Wu Hou fights the standard, but after seeing it, Mai Weili is not happy.

"What the hell did your master teach you?" Mak Weili couldn't help but burst into foul mouth.

Wu Hou was puzzled, not knowing why Mai Weili suddenly became angry.

He asked a little nervously, "yes, what's wrong?"

Mai Weili glared at him and said sharply: "This is a set of fucking five-step boxing, the most basic thing, rotten street stuff!"

Wu Hou looked at Mai Weili's terrifying appearance and was speechless. He only practiced according to what Duanmu Shenjiu taught him, and he didn't know what he was practicing. But listening to the meaning of Mai Weili's words, this set of punches is very ordinary.

Mai Weili put his hands on his forehead, sighed, and said disappointedly: "I slapped you a few times that night, I saw that you had some foundation, and I thought you were a good player, but who knew that when I first started, I learned the most basic five-step boxing, alas! Miscalculation, let you go to the competition, didn't you let you be beaten?"

Wu Hou didn't think so in his heart, he didn't feel that he was going to participate in the competition, only being beaten, he was still very confident in himself. Besides, Duanmu Shenjiu's half-human, half-immortal monster is not someone who casually teaches some basic skills to fool Wu Hou.

Thinking of this, Wu Hou told Mai Weili with certainty: "Uncle, don't worry, I'm sure." ”

Mai Weili was big-headed, thinking in his heart, I just signed the contract, if I breach the contract now, I have to give him liquidated damages, which is too much of a loss. After listening to Wu Hou's words full of confidence, Mai Weili said angrily: "Don't worry, are you sure?"

Wu Hou was helpless, and he didn't know what to do, so he said, "Uncle, do you think the people who participated in the competition can beat you?"

Mak Weili thought for a while and replied: "This competition is not boxing, it is sanda, and I am not good at this, but I want to compete, and it will definitely be no problem to enter the top three." It's a pity that this competition is for the big group to select talents, so the age limit is between 14 and 30 years old. ”

Wu Hou laughed and said, "Then I'm going to win you, aren't you relieved?"

When Mai Weili heard this, he looked at Wu Hou unhappily, but then he thought about it, he might as well give this kid a try first. So he stood up and said, "Good boy, have courage, since you say so, uncle will come and try your skills." But don't say that Uncle bullies you, I'll punch you, if you can bear it, then it's no problem. ”

Although he didn't learn from himself, Mak Weili said that this method would work, and Wu Hou gladly accepted it and nodded in agreement.

So Mai Weili walked out from behind the table, came to Wu Hou, clenched his fist, and signaled Wu Hou to get ready.

Wu Hou adjusted his breathing, his body relaxed, and quietly mobilized the trace of true qi that he could feel to his stomach.

Mai Weili looked at Wu Hou with an oath, scolded a little kid in his heart, then raised his fist and asked, "Are you ready?"

Wu Hou replied lightly: "It's okay, come on." ”

"Okay!" Mai Weili waved his fist and smashed it towards Wu Hou's stomach, this punch seemed to be strong, but it was not powerful, Mai Weili didn't dare to fight with all his strength, he was also worried that Wu Hou This child was a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers, and he was arrogant, and he was afraid that he would accidentally break him with one punch, so he only used less than half of his strength.

But when he punched it, Wu Hou didn't move at all, and there was no expression on his face, but his fist felt as if it had touched something very soft.

Wu Hou opened his innocent eyes and said, "Is that all?"

Mai Weili retracted his fist, increased his strength slightly, and punched it again, but the result was still like hitting a sponge, very soft, and easily dissipated his strength.

"Uncle, you work hard. Wu Hou knew that Mai Weili didn't use all his strength, so he urged.

Mai Weili said strangely: "Yo, boy, okay, take my punch again." ”

Wu Hou saw Mai Weili like this, and felt that he was going to use all his strength, so he said solemnly: "Come on, use all your strength, don't act like you haven't eaten." ”

Mai Weili's old face was a little unbearable, and this time he clenched his fists and used all his strength to hit Wu Hou fiercely. This time the fist touched Wu Hou's belly, which was different from the previous two times. The first two times were like hitting a sponge, but this time it was different, this time it was like hitting an iron plate, it was extremely hard, and Mai Weili's whole arm was numb, and he gasped in pain.

He hurriedly retracted his fist and covered it with his other hand, screaming in disbelief while saying, "Why is it so hard?"

Wu Hou still looked light, and asked easily and proudly: "Is it hard? Strong, right? ”

Mai Weili moved his aching fingers, nodded and said, "Yes, it's very hard, it's very strong, you won, I really can't see it, have you ever practiced the golden bell jar?"

Wu Hou shook his head and said, "I haven't practiced." ”

Mak Weili, who was interested, asked strangely: "Then why can it be so hard? Abdominal muscles can't be trained to this extent." ”

Wu Hou hesitated for a moment and said two words: "True anger." ”

Mai Weili was taken aback when he heard these two words, and his voice also raised the decibels, and asked, "What!?"

"It's really angry. Wu Hou said frankly: "I mobilize my true qi to the abdomen, so you can't hurt me." ”

Mai Weili felt that Wu Hou was bragging, and said in disbelief: "Impossible, my father has practiced all his life and has not been able to practice true qi, how can you have true qi at a young age." ”

Wu Hou rolled his eyes and said: "Believe it or not, your fists are very lethal to ordinary people, but for me, it has no effect, if you don't believe it, I will stand and let you fight, if you fight until dark, I will have nothing to do." ”

Seeing the young man's promise, Mai Weili was in a somewhat solemn mood, and whispered: "Boy, do you know what true qi means?"

Wu Hou was a little puzzled when he heard Mai Weili's words, so he asked, "What does it mean?"

"It means being different. Mai Weili said in a deep voice: "I'm a martial arts practitioner, to put it bluntly, it's a joke, and it's okay to make laymen happy, but for martial arts, I haven't even touched the threshold." ”

"Is that so?" Wu Hou scratched his head, he felt that it was not that difficult to practice martial arts.

Mak Weili also said: "If you can practice true qi at your age, you will definitely be able to transform your true qi into shape and integrate it in the future, and your future will be very good." It's just that you, an ordinary family, how do you practice your true qi, if you don't have the guidance of a master, the average half-martial artist who practices his fists and feet can't practice it. ”

Wu Hou didn't plan to tell the master, so he asked, "Are there many people like me?"

"Which?" Mak Weili didn't react for a moment.

"It's the one that can mobilize true qi, do you know one?" Wu Hou asked in detail.