Final Priesthood

Chapter 4 Air Strike

“Here are your hand cards and gi. If they don’t fit you, you can change them. There is the locker room in front of you. After changing your clothes, please go to training room 4 to assemble.”

"Thanks."

Lu Yuan took the things handed over by the receptionist in front of him, thanked him, then turned and walked into the room with the sign "Men's Changing Room".

 He eventually became a student of the Yuanwu Hall.

 He is just an ordinary seventeen-year-old high school student now.

 It is really difficult to shake the decision that parents have made.

Just like he was unsure of convincing his parents to agree before signing up, after his father Lu Xinghua had paid the fees for himself, he could not persuade him to cancel the course.

"Since the money has been paid, let's practice hard. We can't let the money go to waste."

Lu Yuan stopped thinking about the mess and quickly found his locker according to the number "1002" on his hand.

Today is Sunday, and there are quite a lot of people coming to the martial arts gym for training.

Lu Yuan listened to their chatter and laughter, and gently swiped his hand on the electronic lock of the locker.

The cabinet door was opened, and it was empty inside. There was nothing except a few white plastic hangers.

There is a large mirror on the back of the cabinet door, which can barely illuminate half of Lu Yuan's body.

 He looked at himself in the mirror.

 The facial features are very good, but the skin looks a little pale due to the long-term lack of outdoor exercise.

 The slightly longer bangs on the forehead cover half of the eyes, giving him a sense of deja vu as a melancholy and mournful handsome boy.

Lu has laughed at himself more than once for being a "thin dog", but at the age of sixteen or seventeen, there are a few strong young men.

 Most of them are thin like him.

 His popularity in school is quite high, and his appearance has always been popular among girls.

 After his grades improved by leaps and bounds and he "evolved" into a top student, he received more love letters every week.

“After you improve your body shape, your charm will definitely be higher.”

Lu Yuan took off his shirt, revealing his fair and lean upper body with clearly visible ribs, thinking to himself.

　　He stuffed his clothes and the backpack he brought into the locker and quickly changed into his gi uniform.

When he wore the brand new martial arts uniform with the big word "source" printed on it, the handsome young man in the mirror seemed to become more presentable.

Lu Yuan tightened the belt around his waist, closed the cupboard door, and walked out of the dressing room.

 Follow the instructions to find the meeting room.

This training room No. 4 is smaller than Lu Yuan expected.

 It’s about the size of a classroom.

 The ground was covered with white soft cushions, and several people were already waiting inside.

 Two high school students about the same age as myself.

The other ones look a bit older, and they all have the temperament of having been in society for many years.

 “Ah, here comes a handsome boy!”

Lu Yuan walked into the training room. A girl in her seventies with a bun and light makeup saw him and shouted with a smile.

This sentence attracted everyone in the room to look at him.

Lu Yuan didn't show any signs of nervousness. He nodded slightly to everyone calmly and then found a seat in the room to sit down.

 “It’s quite pretentious.”

Lu Yuan heard a curly-haired young man sitting next to the girl with a round head say something slightly teasingly.

 “What, I’m just a student.”

Wan Zitou reached out and patted him, and the latter immediately grabbed her hand.

“Are you greedy for his body by speaking for him like this?”

 “Get out! Let go of my hand”

The two started laughing and joking.

The behavior is a bit ambiguous, but it doesn't look like a couple.

There were several men sitting next to the two of them, and they probably all knew each other, and they all wanted to join in enviously.

“Hey! Do you think that after we have completed a course, we are considered to be official disciples of the Source Martial Arts School?”

A man sitting on the other side of Wanzitou saw the curly-haired young man constantly making physical contact with Wanzitou and brushing up his favorability, so he couldn't help but speak loudly to raise the topic.

 “Dream on you.”

Wanzitou didn't say anything, but the other man with them had already retorted with a sneer.

“You may not be able to complete all the courses. Yuan Martial Arts School is a martial arts school with genuine ancient martial arts inheritance and has been certified by the Xia Kingdom Martial Arts Association. His formal disciples must pass the assessment, and they do not just have to pay money.

 After all, there is a big difference between a disciple and a student. Not only do you not have to pay tuition, you can even receive a salary every month.

If you can become an official disciple of the Yuanwu Hall, you can fire the manager directly after you return. "

"so smart?"

 Wan Zitou stopped playing with the curly-haired young man and couldn't help but let out a surprised sound.

"yes."

Seeing that Wan Zi Tou was attracted, the man who spoke later immediately added: "But it is also very difficult to become a formal disciple.

 Generally speaking, if you can become a formal disciple, you can participate in amateur fighting competitions and get rankings and earn bonuses.

 It is completely possible to operate martial arts as a formal profession.”

“Hey, what’s the problem? Siqi, look at how I will be accepted as a disciple by the Yuanwu Hall.”

The curly-haired young man next to him interrupted with a smile.

 “Just brag!”

 Wan Zitou smiled and rolled his eyes at him.

ˆ “.”

 “Formal disciple. Salary and bonus”

Lu Yuan had been listening carefully to the conversations of several people, and his eyes couldn't help but light up slightly when he heard these people.

 Cheng Peng said before that his biggest goal is to become an official disciple of the martial arts school, but he didn't take it seriously.

　Now I realize that the qualifications for a formal disciple are not simple.

Not only can you get free tuition, but you can also receive a salary.

If you could become a formal disciple, wouldn't it relieve a lot of the burden on your family?

Lu Yuan could not help but have thoughts in his mind.

 But he quickly suppressed it.

 He has just signed up now and has not even started the first class. It is obviously too early to think about these things.

 The primary goal right now is to improve physical fitness as soon as possible to prevent tuition fees from being wasted.

Just as he was thinking about it, a middle-aged man in his forties walked in outside the training room.

 You can tell at a glance that this person is not an ordinary student like them.

Not only is the Taoist uniform he wears black, but he also has an unusual aura when he walks.

Lu Yuan was obviously not the only one who could guess the man's identity, and the noisy room quickly became quiet.

The middle-aged man glanced at the field, probably counting the number of people briefly, and then said with a smile: "Hello everyone, my name is Lin Zhiqin, and I will be responsible for teaching you the first phase of training from now on.

 You can call me Coach Lin, or Brother Lin. "

“Coach! What should we practice in the first stage?”

As soon as Lin Zhiqin finished speaking, someone from the Wanzitou group immediately started asking questions.

The other people were not to be outdone, "Yeah, why don't we have a boxing stake in this room? When will the boxing stake be built? I want to play the boxing stake!"

After finishing speaking, he winked at others and said with a chuckle: "Put the manager's photo on the boxing pile."

"Ha ha."

Lin Zhiqin glanced at these people lightly, without getting angry, and just said: "The basis of fighting is strength.

 The first stage of the course is mainly about strength training.

 Next, I will teach you some scientific and reasonable training methods and techniques. In the future, you can train by yourself whether you are here or at home.

 As for the boxing stakes.”

Lin Zhiqin paused and then said: "Now is not the time to hit the boxing pile.

 You can only practice air strikes now. "

 After speaking, Lin Zhiqin suddenly raised his hand.

 From a distance, I didn’t even see clearly what kind of action he made.

Just then, a crisp sound of "pop" suddenly exploded.

The sound was loud and crisp, as if someone had lit firecrackers in the room.

 “This is an air strike.”

Lin Zhiqin glanced at the entire audience and spoke calmly.

 (End of this chapter)