The God of Wealth: The growth journey of the poor white rich beauty

Since it was her own lady who asked the question, Qiongying naturally had nothing to hide.

"Miss, if you observe carefully, you should be able to see some clues. Our styles of attack are different."

Upon hearing this, Song Tang and the others nodded. Indeed, Chen Xiong's ferocious attack was completely different from Qiongying's swiftness.

"Chen Xiong and I both practice ancient martial arts. I practice Wing Chun, while Chen Xiong practices Bajiquan. As for Feng Bo and Wei Wu's styles, most people can't understand them."

"Feng Bo, who looks the most casual, is actually practicing Tai Chi. Of course, his Tai Chi is different from the Tai Chi you usually see and hear."

Seeing that Song Tang and the other three were staring at her like curious babies without blinking, Qiongying could only continue to talk to them about some superficial things.

"Guwu Tai Chi is not the kind of health-preserving posture that grandparents practice in the park. The real Guwu Tai Chi is very brutal."

"When it comes to fighting, it's no less powerful than Chen Xiong's Bajiquan."

"It's just that Feng Bo likes to play with weapons. Most of the time, you won't see him taking action, but he'll just solve the problem with a stick in his hand."

"And what I'm saying is, the only one who can teach Zhao Zihong is..."

"Wei Wu?" Song Tang followed up Qiongying's question and asked directly, "Is Wei Wu the same as Zhao Zihong?"

Seeing Qiongying nodding at her with a smile, Song Tang felt a little confused at this time.

"But……."

Before Song Tang could finish expressing her doubts, Qiongying said to her, "Miss, are you wondering, after listening to me for so long, how could Wei Wu, a modern martial artist, be the leader of us, since we three are all practitioners of ancient martial arts?"

Seeing Song Tang and the other three nodding hurriedly, Qiongying spoke again to clear up their confusion.

"First of all, Wei Wu is our old squad leader."

"Secondly, Miss, don't assume that modern fighting techniques are necessarily inferior to ancient martial arts."

"The matches you usually watch on TV are all governed by rules. In real life-or-death fights, everyone goes for the vital points. Some joint techniques are even inhumane and are meant to take lives."

"In a fight, the strongest is always the person himself. The method used is secondary."

"Force can defeat skill, and the only martial arts that cannot be defeated is speed. These old sayings are true. Even if an ordinary person practices martial arts for ten years, he cannot withstand a single punch from Xiang Yu, the Overlord of Chu."

"Wei Wu himself is a bit of a freak. In his own words, he has been exposed to Sanda, boxing, judo, wrestling, and even some killer moves from ancient martial arts since he was a child."

"Last time at the night market, you should have seen him take action. He knocked down a group of people with ease."

Song Tang and the others nodded. It was indeed true. They had all seen Wei Wu take action last time, but it always felt a little underwhelming, with Chen Xiong stealing all the limelight.

How could Qiongying not see what Song Tang and the others were thinking?

"Don't be careless. The truth is simple. People like Wei Wu are the most terrifying."

"Neither Feng Bo nor I could defeat Wei Wu, and Chen Xiong only relied on his physical advantage to fight Wei Wu on equal terms for a short period of time. But after a long period of time, he ran out of momentum and was no longer able to fight."

"Wei Wu's moves don't have a fixed pattern. They all go straight to the vital points quickly, or counterattack according to the opponent's moves."

"Strictly speaking, it's more like Bruce Lee's Jeet Kune Do, but it's different."

"That's why I said that if there's anyone who can teach Zhao Zihong, that person must be Wei Wu."

Qiongying briefly explained some knowledge points to the four of them and also pointed out the key people.

After hearing Qiongying's words, Song Tang and the other three were still dumbfounded. Goodness, the last time they saw Chen Xiong beat Ding Sanxi, it was like seeing the human form of Tai Sui.

Today, I saw Qiongying taking action, and it was like a bolt of lightning coming out of nowhere, like a female Rakshasa descending to the earth.

I didn't expect to find out at the end that the most terrifying among these people was the seemingly ordinary Wei Wu?

Swallowing his saliva, Song Tang asked Qiongying with some trepidation, "Then...will Wei Wu agree to teach Zhao Zihong?"

There was no way. The other three were a little scared at this moment, and only Song Tang, the eldest daughter, dared to speak.

Although Qiongying couldn't bear to disappoint the young lady, she still shook her head.

"I don't know about that. If Zhao Zihong is still a child at this time, and has good aptitude and understanding, with you as the mediator, Wei Wu might even accept Zhao Zihong as his apprentice."

"But..." Qiongying paused, then continued, "It's too late."

"At Zhao Zihong's age, she's no longer malleable. Wei Wu will most likely not agree, because he thinks it's a waste of time."

As Qiongying said this, Zhao Zihong's eyes lost their luster again. Her mood had been like a roller coaster tonight.

"Is there no other way?" Song Tang felt a little reluctant.

"Yes." Qiongying said.

"What method?" Song Tang almost shouted out in surprise.

"First, don't even think about becoming like us, because it's impossible."

"So, if Zhao Zihong just wants to strengthen his body, and if he really trains well enough to compete in the ring and have a chance to win a medal, then this level shouldn't be a problem."

"Secondly, you have to tell Wei Wu about this in person, Miss. He will definitely give you face. But don't tell him that I told you, otherwise he will challenge me again."

Qiongying smiled bitterly. She was just saying that. How could Wei Wu not guess that it was she who taught the young lady to go find him?

But let them spar when the time comes. For them, it's just daily exercise. It's just that they can't win every time, so their confidence will be somewhat hit.

Seeing Zhao Zihong's excited expression again, Qiongying had to give her some precautions in advance.

"Don't be too happy too soon. Wei Wu may not agree. And even if he agrees for the young lady's sake, he won't be able to teach you personally. At most, he can give you some tips and techniques."

Zhao Zihong was overjoyed. This was fine. She had never thought of becoming as good as Qiongying and the others. Her dream was just to get on the stage and win a medal.

What Qiongying said actually hit the mark exactly what she wanted.

Then Zhao Zihong pulled up Song Tang's hands, softened his facial muscles as much as possible, and tried to make a pitiful expression and stare at Song Tang again.

She knew that Song Tang was kind-hearted and soft-hearted, and pretending to be pitiful and cute was the best weapon to deal with Song Tang.

But she didn't know how funny the expression she made with all her effort was. For a moment, the whole path was filled with laughter, and even Qiongying was amused by Zhao Zihong, this funny guy.

Seeing that not only did he fail to succeed but it also had the opposite effect, Zhao Zihong simply stopped pretending to be pitiful.

With a stern face, he said to Song Tang, who was laughing so hard that his stomach hurt, "Tell me, will you help me or not? If not, I will punish you severely when you return to the dormitory tonight. I will let you know the reputation of the Second Building's God of War."

Song Tang, whose cheeks were sore from laughing, quickly begged for mercy: "Wait... wait a minute, oh my face, it's numb from laughing."

"I'll help, isn't it okay for me to help? Let me go first, I'll get my phone."

Only then did Zhao Zihong let go of Song Tang's hands with satisfaction.

Rubbing his sore face again, Song Tang took out his cell phone, found Wei Wu's number and dialed it.

"Beep...beep...", the phone was connected.