Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 33 You all come together!

Li Qunfan hasn't had a good time these days.

Ever since he was beaten up by that new kid, his fellow disciples around him started looking at him in a strange way.

He has been practicing hard in the inner sect for more than two years, and his strength has broken through the first level. He is strong enough to lift a tripod and crush a skull with his hands.

But even with such strength, he was knocked out by a kid who had just joined the team for less than two days.

Although there were many reasons, such as his hands were tied, he was careless and did not dodge, and he could not fight back due to the rules of the sect, it was still embarrassing enough.

But this was not what made Li Qunfan sad. What made him most uncomfortable was:

"Xiaofang really doesn't like me?" Li Qunfan lay on the bed with his head tilted to one side, tossing and turning but unable to fall asleep.

Every time I closed my eyes these days, Fang Can’s mocking words kept echoing in my mind:
She never loved you!
I never loved you!
you……

Li Qunfan's goal of practicing martial arts is to become strong enough to be worthy of her, and then they can be together with each other in love.

But Fang Can's whisper directly and cruelly revealed the fact that Xiaofang had never liked him at all.

"That's impossible, Xiaofang must like me!"

Li Qunfan widened his bloodshot eyes and tried to use acting skills, but it had no effect at all.

Fang Can's plain words were like a sharp knife that stabbed deeply into his heart, causing his wound to continue bleeding.

The so-called idealistic martial arts is to find a goal, a belief, and then move forward unswervingly.

But when the martial artist himself begins to doubt himself, it is already too late to turn the situation around.

After a few days of crazy self-training, Li Qunfan was horrified to find that his martial arts level not only did not improve, but was gradually declining.

With the loss of martial arts will, the proportion of new blood in the body is decreasing step by step.

In just four or five days, his physical strength was permanently reduced by 10%. If this situation were to be exposed, he would most likely be thrown into the menial labor camp.

"Fang Can! It's all Fang Can's fault! I'm going to break all his limbs!"

With full hatred, Li Qunfan broke the table in the room with one punch, his eyes full of bloodshot.

"One month. After one month, the sect rules will allow for normal sparring."

Li Qunfan almost roared, "I will beat him until he admits that Xiaofang loves me!"

Thinking of this, Li Qunfan's emotions finally calmed down a little. Feeling a little weak, he slowly fell asleep with depression.

His sleep quality is still not very good tonight.

……

'Why am I on the ground!'

The next day, Fang Can slowly opened his eyes, looked around, and found that he had woken up from the floor.

Gently rubbing his dizzy head, Fang Can began to recall what happened last night.

"I remember that I was practicing martial arts before I fell into a coma. Because I took ten arsenic pills at once, the more I practiced, the more uncomfortable I felt. I thought I would sit for a while to recover, but then I lost consciousness."

When he thought of this, Fang Can roughly understood what happened last night. He probably passed out because of the drug overdose.

Fang Can slowly stood up from the ground, put on new clothes, and thought: "I should take it easy next time. Although I won't die, I won't be able to practice martial arts if I pass out."

Looking at the progress of 9.2%, Fang Can tightened his trouser waist. He had not forgotten what he was going to do today.

Walking out of the hut, feeling the cool breeze of the morning in another world, Fang Can took a step forward and headed towards the martial arts hall.

Along the way, they met their fellow disciples. They nodded coldly to each other and then headed to the martial arts hall together.

Although it was early in the morning, some people had already woken up and were practicing in the field. However, compared to seven days ago, Fang Can could easily see the moves of these people at this moment. The movements that were previously unclear were now completely clear.

"Among the brothers in the entire martial arts hall, the blood and flesh alienation rate does not exceed 20%, and most of them are hovering around 10%." Fang Can speculated in his mind.

After all, this martial arts hall is only for training new disciples, and they will be sent out after three years of training.

If one can break through the 20% threshold of the second level of the Mystical Gate within three years, it can be considered that one has very good talent and is one in a hundred.

Just as Fang Can was thinking, his eyes subconsciously looked forward.

In the distance was Li Qunfan, who had dark circles under his eyes and was staring at him with murderous eyes.

At the same time, the other two companions who had blackmailed him before also stood with the other party, staring at him with malicious eyes.

Of course, they didn't dare to come up, because they were afraid that not only would they not be able to fight, but they might also be broken by Fang Can's words.

"Just in time."

Seeing the target, he was about to step forward, but the coach Yang Lie called him and said, "Fang Can, come here."

"Hmm?" Fang Can turned his head and saw Yang Lie slowly walking towards him.

"What's up, Coach Yang?"

"It's nothing, there's a rule I forgot to tell you."

Yang Lie put his hands behind his back, holding the wine jug in his right palm, and said slowly:
"According to the rules of the martial arts hall, a competition must be held every month for the disciples to learn from each other's martial arts."

"I heard that you had some unpleasantness with Li Qunfan and his gang a while ago. You might be in trouble after the one-month period is up. You should be careful."

"Although you were recommended by Hall Master Li, as long as they don't beat you seriously, I won't interfere."

In response to Yang Lie's reminder, Fang Can nodded and smiled: "Thank you for your advice, Instructor Yang, but what if I want to compete with them now?"

"What do you mean, kid?" Yang Lie leaned forward and subconsciously straightened up: "Do you think your life is too long? If you take the initiative to provoke, even the sect rules can't protect you."

Fang Can already knew Yang Lie's attitude, so he simply passed him and walked towards Li Qunfan in the distance.

"What do you want to do, kid? Are you looking for trouble? Do you really think I dare not hit you?"

Seeing Fang Can coming over, Li Qunfan was so angry that his teeth were itching, but he really didn't dare to do anything.

Watching Fang Can stride towards him, he widened his bloodshot eyes, trying to make Fang Can see the murderous intent in his eyes and retreat.

What greeted him was a simple slap from Fang Can.

"boom!"

Like a heavy artillery, Fang Can's right palm hit Li Qunfan directly in the face.

At that moment, Li Qunfan felt as if the left half of his face was hit by a hard lump of iron, and the whole person flew out sideways.

"boom!"

Under everyone's horrified gaze, Li Qunfan's body slammed straight into the stone wall of the martial arts arena and fell to the ground with a "bang", unable to get up like a dead dog.

Looking at the obvious cracks left on the stone wall by the impact, the entire training ground immediately fell silent.

Yang Lie subconsciously rubbed his eyes in disbelief: "Is there a sense of energy? No, it's at least close to the first level of the entrance. How is this possible? How is this possible! "

Under everyone's gaze, Fang Can walked up to Li Qunfan, grabbed his hair and pulled him up. His consciousness had fallen into a coma again.

Somewhat bored, Fang Can threw Li Qunfan's body aside and turned his head to grin, "Senior brothers, why don't you all come together?"

(End of this chapter)