94: Chapter 94 You and him won't end up together.

However, as they sparred again, Qin Bing became increasingly shocked.

Tang Long's boxing technique was fluid and effortless; it didn't look like combat arts at all, yet it easily neutralized every one of his attacks.

For some reason, the harder he attacked, the greater the pressure he felt himself.

A few minutes later, he had almost exhausted his spiritual energy and was forced to stop.

Qin Bing's chest heaved violently, half from exhaustion, and half from excitement.

Even now, he could hardly believe that Tang Long had developed such a fighting style simply by simulating the application of Yuan Spirit Induction.

This boxing technique was unlike any currently popular combat art; it didn't pursue power, directness, or speed at all, but was instead a… very profound form of defensive counter-attack.

He couldn't fully grasp the principles just yet, but it was undoubtedly formidable.

More importantly, if he learned this technique, not only would his combat ability improve, but he wouldn't need to constantly force the condensation of Spirit Blade, which subjected his hands to such devastation.

Nearby, Senior Lu was watching with even greater fascination, because if Tang Long had used this style when they fought, he probably could have worked himself to death without ever scratching a hair on him.

Tang Long was absolutely right; compared to a true expert, his own fighting style was as immature as a toddler just learning to walk.

And such a technique had been created just casually—he was truly unfathomable.

Not only could President Ye and the others not compare to him, but even most of the professors at the Martial Arts College were likely inferior to him.

How fortunate he was to be able to know and receive guidance from such a person.

At this moment, Qin Bing made an exceptionally sincere request.

"Teach me!"

Tang Long shook his head slightly. "You can go back and ponder it first. But this little trick isn't enough to exchange for Yuan Spirit Induction; I still need to think about it carefully."

Qin Bing was a bit anxious. "This is already very strong! It's enough!"

"How can that be? Right now, this technique only counts as skin; it lacks bones and a core. If word got out and experts saw it, they would laugh. The boxing I create, I dare not say it's perfect, but at the very least it must be complete. I can't pass off a half-finished product."

Qin Bing was stunned; he hadn't expected that Tang Long would still be dissatisfied with such a powerful technique, even calling it a half-finished product.

He didn't know what the technique would look like when complete, but he knew that anyone capable of creating their own combat arts was, without exception, a true martial arts genius.

This Tang Long… he never expected to encounter such a figure.

He suddenly made a decision.

"I'm moving in today. From now on, I'll live with you."

"Huh?" This caught Tang Long off guard.

Senior Lu immediately jumped up to object. "Hey, Qin, aren't you going a bit too far? This place only has two bedrooms; where are you going to stay?"

Qin Bing looked at the small house behind him and gritted his teeth. "I'll build a small shed in the yard; as long as I can sleep, that's enough. I'll cover the food expenses from now on, and the rent… I'll pay half!"

When it came to money, Senior Lu stopped talking.

After all, he was living there for free, and Tang Long wasn't exactly wealthy at the moment. If someone could help share the burden, it wasn't unacceptable.

Tang Long thought for a moment and smiled. "Since you don't mind, moving in is fine. As for the money, that's exactly what I wanted to talk about next. My friend, you work at the Hot-Blooded Arena, yet you're still earning a fixed salary—can't you be a bit more flexible with your brain?"

Qin Bing felt a bit awkward. "What else can I do?"

Tang Long smiled beamingly. "You need money, I need money, and Lu also needs money. Getting rich isn't easy, but as long as the three of us join forces, making a little money actually isn't hard."

Qin Bing's face darkened. "You still want to collude with me to throw a fight? It's not that I don't dare, but this is too dangerous. Do you think the people running the place are just sitting around doing nothing?"

"Let me tell you, I'm just a small fry. The Hot-Blooded Gang has massive influence and has deep connections with the upper echelons. The real experts sitting in the house are all Ninth-Rank, at least ten of them. Even if I were willing to do it, they would definitely find out."

"By then, we'd all be chopped into eighteen pieces and thrown into the Song River to feed the fish."

"As long as you do as I say, no one will suspect a thing." Tang Long patted his back and then whispered something in his ear.

Qin Bing was skeptical. "Will this work?"

"This is called doing the opposite; ordinary people won't be able to tell. Trust me, it will definitely work."

Qin Bing gritted his teeth. "Fine! I'll trust you this once. See you at the arena after school."

A few minutes later, Qin Bing rushed out the door, but in less than half an hour, he returned carrying a large duffel bag.

Then, the three of them came out together, said something, and hurried off in different directions.

In a drink shop across the street, two girls sitting by the window stood up one after another and followed Tang Long from a distance as he walked toward the school.

They were Class 9 girls sent by Jiang Xiaolan to track Tang Long; one was named Ming Qi, and the other was Wang Rongrong.

After monitoring him all afternoon, both of them felt it was somewhat inconceivable.

"Rongrong, do you think Senior Qin taking that bag inside means he's going to live here?"

"He didn't bring it back out, so I feel… it seems… like he is."

"But before, Senior Qin was entrusted by Young Master Wei to give Senior Lu a hard time. Their relationship shouldn't be very good, right?"

"Maybe Tang Long and Senior Qin knew each other for a long time and were actually on good terms?"

"Heh, Tang Long has only been enrolled for one day; how could they have such a deep friendship? Even if they knew each other, they shouldn't be moving in together with Tang Long, right?"

"It is indeed quite strange. But don't you think it's even stranger that Xiao Lan asked us to track Tang Long?"

"Pfft! What's so strange about that? Don't you think Tang Long is very handsome? In that regard, not a single boy in our class compares to him."

"He… is a bit handsome. Do you mean the class monitor has those kinds of thoughts about him?"

"You said that, I didn't mean anything."

"You're teasing me, just wait until I get you~~"

The two girls arrived at school bickering and told Jiang Xiaolan what they had seen at noon, leaving Jiang Xiaolan astonished.

"Besides Senior Lu… Senior Qin… also moved into Tang Long's house?"

"That's hardly a house; it's a very old, small two-bedroom place, and many of the roof tiles are broken."

"The rent is a thousand a month; it's no different from a slum."

"That kind of house should have been demolished long ago."

"That guy is clearly so poor, yet he actually bought ten sticks of inferior spiritual incense from Old He at once; his brain must be broken."

The two girls chattered on, while Jiang Xiaolan's cheeks flushed slightly; she felt very annoyed and embarrassed.

After all, just yesterday, she had condescendingly lectured Tang Long, telling him to call Senior Lu 'Senior'.

But today, not only had Senior Lu become Tang Long's follower, but even a genius of the White Clothing Society like Qin Bing had become friendly with him.

Yesterday, she had thought Tang Long was a coward who didn't dare to fight.

And today, although she still didn't know Tang Long's true strength, anyone who could hang out with two members of the White Clothing Society could not possibly be weak.

That guy…

"Class monitor, class monitor~~"

Ming Qi asked in a low voice, "You don't actually have feelings for that guy, do you? Let me remind you, there's absolutely no possibility between you two."

"You are the eldest daughter of the Jiang Family, and he is just a country bumpkin."

"School Director Jiang wouldn't agree, and the Wei Family wouldn't agree either. You and he will have no future."

Jiang Xiaolan flew into a rage out of embarrassment. "What nonsense are you spouting? I'm only paying attention to him because the Sangyu delegation is about to visit. If he truly has strength, I want him to win honor for Class 9. Where is all this messy stuff coming from? If anyone dares to talk nonsense again, I won't speak to them ever again!"

"Oh, so that's how it is."

"That's for the best; otherwise, I think Young Master Wei would be the first to not let him off."

"Shut up! I have no relationship with him whatsoever."

Jiang Xiaolan looked at the two girls with a cold face, then glanced at Wei Lin, and finally turned her gaze back to Tang Long.

"Both of you, keep watching him."