A lucky cat fell from the sky.

Chapter 11 Fighting Costs Money

Seeing Scarface knocked down, Young Master Lu stepped on Scarface's back and stomped on him several times. Then, he arrogantly pointed at Wu Cheng and said, "Senior Brother Tong, don't let this kid get away either."

Senior Brother Tong didn't say anything, but stretched out his hand to Wu Cheng and beckoned with his finger, signaling Wu Cheng to obediently go over and take the beating.

Wu Cheng also sighed.

He knew he would have to spend money again this time.

After defeating those bastards last time, I went back and counted the items, and found that 24 gold ingots were missing.

Wu Cheng immediately suspected Jin Wanliang, feeling that the system was ripping him off.

Instead, Jin Wanliang berated him harshly: "Can you even read, meow? How do you explain the word 'pay-to-win'?"

Paying to play means spending money, of course.

Last time I played for 24 seconds and it cost me 24?

No wonder the ancients said that war is a money-burning affair; Wu Cheng realized that fighting was a money-burning affair.

However, he still had some confidence that he could exchange the silver cigarette case for 60 gold ingots.

60 gold coins should last me a while.

Previously, he used a pay-to-win version of radio calisthenics to fight two thugs, whose fighting strength was probably on par with Scarface. But now he is facing a martial arts master.

Almost everyone in this world practices martial arts; even ordinary people know a few basic martial arts moves. However, there are actually very few people who have the lineage to truly master them.

Seeing that Wu Cheng hadn't run away yet, Senior Brother Tong's lips curled up with a hint of mockery: "I admire your courage, but don't mistake ignorance for bravery."

As he spoke, he had already punched Wu Cheng in the chest.

At that moment, Wu Cheng heard the music for broadcast gymnastics: "Exercise to protect the motherland, the eighteenth set of broadcast gymnastics is about to begin, first section, ready..."

There was no music when we did radio calisthenics before.

This time, for some reason, music started playing in my head.

When the music started, Senior Brother Tong's punches suddenly slowed down.

It should be said that in Wu Cheng's eyes, things slowed down.

Although the punch was powerful, if it was so slow, I should have been able to dodge it.

Wu Cheng thought to himself.

He began to prepare, and with a sideways stretch, he deflected the punch.

At the same time, he stretched out his hand and touched Senior Brother Tong's fist.

Suddenly, as if struck by lightning, Senior Brother Tong shuddered and quickly withdrew his fist and switched to a palm strike.

His specialty was palm techniques. He mastered a few family-inherited palm techniques and trained himself into a master.

This palm strike was aimed at Wu Cheng's face, and it came with great speed and force.

But when it came to Wu Cheng, this palm strike was like an old woman swatting a fly—slow and weak.

Even if I were to take that blow, there shouldn't be any danger.

He performed a chest-expanding exercise, perfectly dodging the palm strike, and at the same time, he took a lunge forward, stepping on Senior Brother Tong's foot.

Senior Brother Tong immediately felt as if his toes had been crushed, and a piercing pain shot through him, forcing him to withdraw his palm strike.

Looking at Wu Cheng again, he was still doing his exercises casually.

Senior Brother Tong's gaze was solemn.

I consider myself a master; few can withstand my attacks, let alone become my opponent.

He considered himself one of the top experts in Longqiu City, and even if someone could defeat him, they would be a well-known figure.

But now, an unknown kid has managed to make himself suffer twice with a set of seemingly ridiculous martial arts.

This is completely illogical.

But since Young Master Lu invited me here, if I don't stand up for him, I won't be able to explain myself later.

He gritted his teeth, swung his palms, and struck the ears with a double-peaked, ear-piercing strike. His palms were slightly cupped, and when they struck the ears, they brought an unusually high air pressure, enough to deafen a person.

At the same time, the immense pain caused by deafness can render the enemy incapable of action.

No one else could use this move as effectively as Senior Brother Tong. He is tall, with long arms and unusually large hands. The atmospheric pressure he can generate can actually penetrate a person's eardrum.

This can be considered Senior Brother Tong's trump card.

At that moment, Wu Cheng dodged it with a simple head movement.

Tong Shixiong, who rarely makes mistakes, was stunned when Wu Cheng took a step back, looking calm and composed with the demeanor of a master: "Forget it, I won't fight you anymore. With your skills, you can't possibly be my match."

Senior Brother Tong, however, wholeheartedly agreed.

He knew that Wu Cheng's moves were all done casually, just dodging without retaliating. Yet, this dodging alone had left him in such a sorry state. If he were to actually fight back, would he be a match for Wu Cheng?

Lu Shao was a little stunned watching from the side. When he saw that Senior Brother Tong had actually stopped, he couldn't help but get anxious: "Senior Brother Tong, don't let him go, beat him to death!"

Senior Brother Tong shook his head with a wry smile: "Young Master Lu, I'm sorry, I can't beat him."

Can't beat it?

Are you kidding me?

Young Master Lu simply couldn't believe it was true.

Wasn't Wu Cheng just a weakling? How did he suddenly become someone who couldn't even beat Senior Brother Tong?

Wu Cheng admired Tong Shixiong's decision to withdraw and admit defeat; at least he wasn't the kind of big, dumb guy.

However, Young Master Lu refused to accept this and rolled up his sleeves, ready to fight Wu Cheng.

Wu Cheng frowned slightly.

At this moment, Senior Brother Tong reached out and grabbed Young Master Lu, glancing at Wu Cheng: "You are indeed stronger than me, I admit defeat, but I must warn you, Young Master Lu is not to be trifled with."

Wu Cheng was quite curious: "Why?"

"His sister is at the Martial Apprentice level, and a Martial Apprentice cannot defeat her by force." Senior Brother Tong said, and then left with Young Master Lu.

After they left, Wu Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. The reason he hadn't fought earlier was because he didn't dare to continue.

Because it's too expensive.

The radio calisthenics routine I did before, which didn't have music, cost me one yuan per second.

This is already quite outrageous.

As a result, this set with music now costs 20,000 per second. Although adding music allows Wu Cheng to use the dynamic vision of the cat race that Jin Wanliang possesses, making him much stronger, he is not afraid to face experts like Senior Brother Tong.

This was Jin Wanliang's decision to add it without authorization, based on his prediction that Wu Cheng wouldn't be a match for Senior Brother Tong with just that set of radio calisthenics.

But spending two gold coins per second is an outrageous rate of money, even more expensive than the offensive and defensive strategy that CEO Feng from Cat Factory used to develop.

By the time Wu Cheng realized how fast he was burning through money, the 60 yuan he had earned from Scarface had already been burned through.

This is two months' worth of life-saving money, and it's not even enough for Wu Cheng to gloat for 30 seconds.

Although Wu Cheng still has three million in checks left to spend, even if he spent them all, he still wouldn't be able to finish this set of radio exercises.

If it hadn't been discovered early on, Wu Cheng would probably have lost his life during that set of radio calisthenics.

The thought that he might die a heroic death because of a set of radio calisthenics still lingers in his mind.

Fortunately, Wu Cheng learned from the experience of scaring Scarface with a three million check. He put on a smooth and impressive show, which scared away Senior Brother Tong. Otherwise, if the fight had continued, he would have lost both his money and his friend.

The words of Senior Brother Tong still echoed in my ears: "A martial arts disciple cannot be defeated by force."