44: Chapter 44 Wrath

Bear Paw Martial Society, top floor.

Manager Ma nervously invited Wang Jinhua and Fang Zhuo upstairs, while Fang Zhuo had let Bai Shiwei go home first.

"Brother Wang, this is our boss." Manager Ma said, his voice trembling.

To him, a Transcendent Martial Artist like Wang Jinhua was a top-tier big shot, with status no lower than the high-and-mighty Flying Martial Artists.

Wang Jinhua did not have a specific position in the Starry Sky Group, so Manager Ma respectfully addressed him as Brother Wang, even though he was much older than Wang Jinhua.

"Senior Brother Wang, I did not know you were coming. Please forgive me for not welcoming you properly!"

Du Qiang greeted Wang Jinhua respectfully.

In reality, he and Wang Jinhua were not from the same school, nor were they in the same martial artist group; their relationship was far from being that close.

However, in the Blue Moon Federation, within the martial artist circle, the strong come first, so it was not strange for a weaker person to call a stronger one Senior Brother.

"You came this time, is it for..."

Du Qiang saw Fang Zhuo standing half a step behind Wang Jinhua and already had the answer, feeling turbulent waves in his chest.

Fang Zhuo actually knew Wang Jinhua and could get him to show up?!

Could it be that he was Wang Jinhua's half-brother, just that it was never known?

Du Qiang, this Level 39 Advanced Martial Artist, could not think of any other possibility; even if Fang Zhuo had some talent, it shouldn't be enough to climb up to Wang Jinhua...

"Boss Du."

Wang Jinhua entered the room without looking at Du Qiang or Manager Ma, but turned to Fang Zhuo and said calmly: "Fang Zhuo is my good Junior Brother."

"His request is my request."

Du Qiang's heart sank upon hearing this; it really was!

He smiled bitterly and replied quickly: "Understood, Senior Brother Wang."

"Old Ma, what are you still standing there for? Go get the sparring footage of Fang Wu and Ding Shixun from yesterday, hurry up!"

Du Qiang had previously said that with Ding Nan, a Transcendent Martial Artist, behind Ding Shixun, a Flying Martial Artist would have to come in person to retrieve this sparring footage.

Now that he saw Wang Jinhua had spoken, he did not even explicitly ask for the sparring footage, and he immediately sent Manager Ma to get it.

It was not because he was a coward.

It was simply that Wang Jinhua could no longer be measured as a mere Transcendent Martial Artist; his combat power rivaled that of a Flying Martial Artist, and his potential was terrifyingly high.

With Wang Jinhua's heaven-defying comprehension, even a Flying Martial Artist was not the limit; he had a great possibility of becoming a Cosmic Martial Artist in the future.

Du Qiang smiled fawningly, his expression almost sycophantic: "I am truly sorry, Senior Brother Wang, for making you come in person."

"And Little Brother Fang, if you had said you knew Senior Brother Wang, I would have definitely let you see the sparring footage."

Fang Zhuo did not reply.

Although he knew Du Qiang was shifting the responsibility to him to avoid offending Wang Jinhua.

Du Qiang's words and actions at this moment had completely changed; he was like a different person.

In the Blue Moon Federation, it really is about having big fists!

Fang Zhuo sighed heavily in his heart.

Manager Ma quickly returned with the recording; this was recorded when the sparring partner made home visits for safety, compliance, and to prevent private transactions.

The recording was projected.

The screen in front flickered, and a spacious training room appeared on the screen, containing two figures: Fang Wu in a uniform and Ding Shixun, shirtless and muscular.

"Here it comes..."

Fang Zhuo subconsciously held his breath.

This man named Ding Shixun looked young, around twenty, similar to him, but with a narrow forehead, thick eyebrows, turbid eyes, and a reckless aura.

"Young Master Ding."

"Same as today, you attack and I defend?" Fang Wu made a fist and asked, slightly hunched.

Ding Shixun curled his lips and said: "That's right."

As soon as he finished speaking, he lunged forward, striking at Fang Wu's chest with lightning speed.

This time, Fang Zhuo saw it clearly.

This Ding Shixun had a Life Level of 19, his Body Control had reached the flawless great completion stage, approaching perfection, and his physical power output was around 2.5 times.

Father was no match!

Even with the Martial Aspect 'Mysterious Turtle', he could only passively defend.

Sure enough.

The next second, the screen changed; Ding Shixun rushed to Fang Wu, and the fist wind was already pressed against Fang Wu's chest.

Fang Wu frowned, muscles tense, preparing to use the Martial Aspect 'Mysterious Turtle', but felt a great force hit his chest.

He groaned and stumbled back.

"Young Master Ding, why did you suddenly attack..."

Fang Wu rubbed his mouth, tone slightly annoyed.

"Didn't I speak first? How can you say it was sudden? And since it's sparring, it has to be like real combat, a surprise attack is reasonable, right?"

Ding Shixun did not wait for Fang Wu to reply, and regardless of his expression, lunged again.

His fist was like a cannonball, making the air boom.

Bang!

A loud noise rang out.

Fang Wu stumbled, a dark cyan energy shield appeared on his body; his Martial Aspect 'Mysterious Turtle' was activated!

"Damn!"

Ding Shixun stepped back from the recoil, his arm numb; he shook his hand and cursed: "This turtle shell is really fucking hard."

"I don't believe it today!"

Ding Shixun's anger rose, looking at the dark cyan energy shield on Fang Wu, feeling even more irritable; why couldn't he awaken a Martial Aspect?

This trashy old dog could awaken one?

Even a low-level one would be nice!

Ding Shixun went crazy, swinging his fists at Fang Wu, retreating and rushing forward again and again.

It lasted for nearly half an hour.

After blocking a punch, Fang Wu groaned, hand pressing his heart; he seemed to notice something wrong with his body and quickly said:

"Young Master Ding, I'm feeling unwell, let's stop here for today? I won't charge for this session, and I'll give you an extra session another day, is that okay?"

Ding Shixun squeezed his fists, warming up his shoulders; he was already full of anger and sneered:

"Is it okay with your mother!"

"This session must be finished, what does your discomfort have to do with me? I tell you, my second uncle is a Transcendent Martial Artist; if you dare to leave today, don't think about continuing in the sparring circle!"

Fang Wu's face was ugly.

After hesitating for a moment, he smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, Young Master Ding, I've used my Martial Aspect too frequently this month, my body can't handle it, I'm really sorry, I can't do this session."

Fang Wu made up his mind.

Even if he couldn't be a sparring partner later, there was no choice; that heart palpitation just now was painful; if he kept using the Martial Aspect, his body would be severely overdrawn.

Compared to money, life was more important.

He regretted it; he should have listened to his wife; this customer was too arrogant.

"Want to leave? Don't even think about it until this session is finished!"

Ding Shixun rushed up and swung another heavy punch.

Fang Wu's face was ugly; his Life Level was only 18, his speed was much slower, so he had to force his Martial Aspect to defend.

For the next half hour, Fang Zhuo supported bitterly.

The dark cyan energy shield on his body faded time and time again.

Finally, after an hour, the sparring session was completed, and he bowed and left.

Ding Shixun's veins throbbed; he wanted to keep Fang Wu, but under the housekeeper's persuasion, he didn't force it.

He looked at Fang Wu's stumbling figure and hummed lightly.

The screen flickered and froze.

Fang Zhuo's face was as gloomy as water; his chair's armrest had cracks on it at some point.