The yoyo in Yan Zhenghua's hand danced with a few tricks. He continued, "Due to its strong lethality, I can only use this yoyo as a substitute! Seven days to master, costs a thousand!"
Seeing the somewhat sleazy look in the other's eyes, Lu Ren clenched his fists repeatedly, wanting very much to smack that sleazy face with an ingot.
Seeing Lu Ren's anger level quickly rising, Yan Zhenghua said in surprise, "Don't like it? Good! I like picky guys like you. I have more!"
"Electric Poison Dragon Drill!!!"
Yan Zhenghua executed a "Golden Rooster Stands Alone," spinning in place, his feet continuously sliding.
"A special move created by Wang Xiaohu of the Dragon Tiger Sect. Originally just a fantasy, but after my modification, it's become a must-learn leg technique. Half a month to master, costs fifteen hundred!"
Lu Ren couldn't hold back any longer, politely but with suppressed anger, he declined: "Sorry, I prefer to play with weapons."
"Weapons?"
Yan Zhenghua was stunned for a moment, then said, "Do you know why I haven't married all these years?"
"I'm sorry, we've only been talking for less than half an hour, I don't even know if you're married."
But looking at your appearance, it seems like you're destined to be single for life. Thinking of this, Lu Ren felt a pang of sadness. Damn it, already twenty-five or six, and hasn't even held a woman's hand. His only close encounter was when Zhang Qingya lunged to bite him in that world of silent slaughter.
Immersed in his reminiscences, Yan Zhenghua didn't care about Lu Ren's disdain, feeling a bit of shared misfortune. In his state of self-transcendence, he said with a face full of melancholy, "Back when I was practicing this swordsmanship, I never married."
Lu Ren was moved, finally feeling a bit interested, and looked at him seriously.
Yan Zhenghua pulled out a Wooden Sword from the side and chanted.
"As they say, 'With no woman in heart, the sword draws naturally divine!'"
Clang!
"The first move of the Sword Manual, forget the one you love!"
A crisp sword sound rang from Yan Zhenghua's gentle wrist movement, making Lu Ren open his eyes wide.
As Yan Zhenghua's plump body twisted, the Wooden Sword in his hand whistled in the air, making Lu Ren, who had retreated to the wall, feel a slashing breeze coming at his face.
Each move was powerful and substantial, yet appeared as agile as a swimming dragon. The smooth transition gave a sense of beauty in the perfect combination of power and speed.
After ten seconds, Yan Zhenghua dropped the sword and composed himself, looking solemn, he asked, "This sword style is called the Heartless Sword Technique. Do you want to learn it?"
Indeed, there was something about Yan Zhenghua. Even just now, the swordsmanship was impressive and powerful.
"I do!"
Lu Ren did want to, the sword skill was indeed excellent. Only from the flexibility of the waist, leg, and arm coordination could be seen just now.
Although performed by Yan Zhenghua, it's a bit greasy, but the flaw doesn't obscure the beauty.
Yan Zhenghua asked, "Have you ever had a girlfriend?"
"No."
"Single since birth?"
"...Yes."
Yan Zhenghua looked at Lu Ren's arms, noticed the right arm was more muscular and defined than the left, then smiled.
"Young man, remember, women only slow down your sword speed. Ten years to master, costs a hundred thousand a year!"
Seeing Lu Ren turn away without hesitation, Yan Zhenghua quickly shouted, "There's an entry-level experience, only costs two thousand five!"
Lu Ren stopped, turned back, and said, "I'll give it a try."
Time flowed like water, and a month passed in the blink of an eye. Besides reporting to the police station once a month, he was a sparring partner at the Power Burning Club and learned swordsmanship from Yan Zhenghua.
As for hospital expenses, they were paid off in half a month. That middle-aged wealthy man who often came by, named Liu Chengxue, would always drag Lu Ren to spar.
It's said he's the owner of a multinational listed company, and over the course of a month, his big belly slimmed down considerably.
Lu Ren expressed that being his sparring partner was quite easy, especially since the other was generous, only that skill level improvement was a bit slow.
But overall, it's showing an upward trend.
When Zhang Kui learned of Lu Ren's righteous and stern rejection, he left with a dejected manner, hands behind his back.
Lu Ren had asked Li Cunyi before, and found out that to learn real Kung Fu once inside isn't that simple. Even with great talent, you'd first need to do stake-standing for three years to build a foundation. Whether or not you'd learn the true skills depends on your performance if you're without money.
This performance is quite intriguing. It doesn't mean they wouldn't teach, but Lu Ren didn't want to gamble three years of time without knowing what's inside.
These days, working as a sparring partner made his physical attributes skill level rise quite quickly. This instant feedback sensation made him enjoy it, giving an addictive feeling of leveling by beating monsters and doing tasks.
As for Luo Zixuan's mother, Meng Xian, after a stint in detention, quieted down. Lu Ren, who remained vigilant, felt a sense of wits matching wits with air.
As for the Martial Path he's currently practicing, to be honest, in this era, practicing for ten or twenty years without exceptionally good talent, a five-cent peanut could easily knock you out.
To become a martial arts expert, who didn't start honing the basics and tempering the body from a young age? Practicing through the coldest winter days and hottest summer days, it takes seven or eight years to begin seeing results and gaining formidable combat power.
He did ask Zhang Kui, and practicing Traditional Martial Arts doesn't necessarily mean the younger, the better. The best time to cultivate martial arts is after the bones stabilize, at twenty-five or six when the human body is in its best state, continuing until thirty when it slowly begins to decline.
Beyond that, though still considered vigorous even at forty or fifty, the wear and tear on the body greatly reduces the efficiency of martial practice.
But achieving success late is not unheard of.
In modern times, there was someone who started martial arts at fifty-two, locked in Qi and Blood by sixty, and by seventy reached unparalleled mastery.
This...
No belief in rumors, no spreading rumors!
In modern comprehensive combat techniques, forming a decent combat ability takes only two or three years, enough for self-defense. For Lu Ren, as long as it initially forms a skill, it can accelerate practice.
Regarding Kung Fu, Lu Ren is currently experimenting with it. The notion of spending three years polishing before being led in, by then, the chrysanthemum greens would have cooled.
But this is a peaceful society, and if one harbors a lethal weapon without good temperament, jail is a matter of time.
In this peaceful era, practicing martial arts proves useless, and participating in combat sports has extreme restrictions. Better to use freestyle fighting.
Consequently, Huaxia's entire Martial Path is gradually declining.
All of this he heard from Yan Zhenghua and Zhang Kui, who sighed deeply, caring little for sectarian bias or secrecy anymore.
Only Power Burning insists on taking money, and Yan Zhenghua insists on taking advantage...