Holy Fist!-Chapter 78 - : 075 Why insist on... hitting a rock with an egg! (Please follow and vote)

Chapter 78: 075 Why insist on… hitting a rock with an egg! (Please follow and vote)

This special burst skill technique is called Fierce Bird.

“Fierce Bird Burst Skill!”

Bai Xiao stood in front of the punching power meter, suddenly erupted, his arm turning into a black shadow that flashed by, carving a straight arc through the air as it smashed down.

Bang!

The power meter swayed back and forth before coming to a stop.

The screen displayed the power data.

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“530.2kg!”

Five hundred and thirty kilograms! It was a bit more than expected, but it’s normal for the punching power to vary; it was about a 30% increase in strength.

The corners of Bai Xiao’s mouth twitched slightly as he slowly turned and left the room.

Next, he returned to the gym and continued his combat skill training.

With every punch and kick, sweat sprayed.

Time quickly passed, and it was half-past three in the afternoon.

Bai Xiao changed his clothes and left the White Bird Training Base.

In the parking lot nearby, the Mustang SUV that Brother Dong had given him was quietly parked, looking robust and imposing. Surrounded by a ring of silver frame under the sunlight, it flashed a metallic brilliance, looking quite handsome.

Bai Xiao opened the car door, started the air conditioning, and ventilated the windows.

Soon, the pent-up heat from the entire noon dissipated.

He sat in the driver’s seat, did not drive immediately, but glanced at his phone messages. Opening YY, it displayed the chat history between Bai Xiao and Wei Dong.

The most recent one was sent by Bai Xiao.

A complete Combat Fitness Plan.

Starting from nine at night and lasting until just after eleven o’clock.

In these two hours, Wei Dong could use his time as he pleased.

A rich young heir who doesn’t want to train in combat is not a good scion!

Train in combat, develop muscles, improve physique.

Add to that Wei Dong’s already good looks.

Want to pick up girls? Wouldn’t it be easy?

By then, the nickname “Nanjiang’s Most Passionate Lover” would truly be fitting!

The above was Bai Xiao’s spiel when coaxing Brother Dong.

Besides, there was another benefit to Wei Dong practicing martial arts.

Having experienced it himself, Bai Xiao knew that the gradual strengthening of the body made one’s character become more robust and domineering. Probably because of the confidence backed by this muscular strength, many conflicts often confronted head-on instead of being avoided. Letting provocateurs pay the deserved price.

Whether it’s competing with other rich heirs to puff themselves up, dislike each other, show off their wealth, or even suddenly feeling righteous and wanting to meddle in others’ business. In any case, just go for it!

People live in this world seeking to be carefree and clear-minded.

If Brother Dong acts exuberantly, Bai Xiao can stick to his post.

Let the bodyguard profession fully flourish and create a tale worth telling.

In the driver’s seat, he was about to put down his phone when a message popped up on the screen.

Bai Xiao looked down with focus.

Wei Dong: Xiaozi, I just practiced the Combat Fitness Plan you created for half an hour by myself. I only practiced some very basic punching and kicking movements, that shouldn’t be a problem, right? It won’t harm my body, right?

Bai Xiao raised his eyebrow, slightly surprised that Brother Dong was diligent. He organized his words, about to reply to Wei Dong’s message.

Suddenly, a flurry of information appeared on his professional panel.

[Your profession “Martial Arts Coach”, experience +3]

[Your skill “Executing Combat Fitness Plan”, experience +5]

“Hmm!?” Bai Xiao was startled.

It wasn’t even nine o’clock yet for him to go and teach Brother Dong.

How did the Martial Arts Coach profession automatically add experience?!

After some careful consideration, he finally had some guesses.

“Damn!”

Bai Xiao, as the coach who devised the Combat Fitness Plan, and Wei Dong as the trainee, voluntarily exercised during his spare time following the plan, which was also Bai Xiao’s accomplishment! Naturally, he could also gain experience!

While Brother Dong was in the monotonous gym, sweating profusely and grinding hard…

Bai Xiao lay in the comfort of his car, enjoying the air conditioning, reaping the benefits?

Very well…

Brother Dong, unleash some initiative and train hard! The more effort and persistence, the more I can upgrade the Martial Arts Coach profession. And then I can draw a large number of potential points.

To enhance my strength.

And then, to better perform my bodyguard duties.

Protect Wei Dong’s safety!

A perfect logical loop—Brother Dong’s training equals my safety!

He was actually training for himself, not for Bai Xiao.

With a swoosh, a message was sent over the phone.

Wei Dong, who was training in the gym, sat down on a chair nearby.

Looking down at his phone screen.

Bai Xiao: Absolutely no problem, this is a great way for a beginner to become proficient. Whenever you have some free time, just practice these basic moves, like punching and kicking. The more you practice, the quicker you’ll find that feel, and I can help you master it faster when I teach you.

Bai Xiao: Brother Dong, you’re awesome! Great job.jpg. I’ve seen many martial arts beginners who are not as diligent and focused as you. If you keep this up, you won’t take long to achieve something! Maybe you could even consider getting a professional certificate from the Martial Arts Association!

Bai Xiao: Very impressive! Keep it up! Thumbs up.jpg

Brother Dong felt touched, his heart warmed. Being complimented by Bai Xiao, a professional quad-level martial arts expert, really made him slightly smug, itching inside. Taking a deep breath, Wei Dong began fantasizing about himself wearing an open-chested suit while girls watched his sturdy, perfect pectorals.

Seems, not bad at all?

Brother Dong put down his phone, brushed back his bangs with his left hand, using the sweat to craft a stylish slick back, revealing a full, clean forehead.

Why not practice a bit more?

He still had some energy left, right?

Meanwhile, having tricked Brother Dong, Bai Xiao started driving.

He returned to the Sunshine District to continue his grueling practice of various combat skills.

In the process, occasionally, his view would flash with messages about experience points from the Martial Arts Coach profession—it seemed Brother Dong was really putting in the effort. Of course, it didn’t last long, just about half an hour, before the experience alerts stopped.

The Martial Arts Coach profession and skill had each gained about four points.

Really not bad at all…

In the living room, dark golden twilight flows through the window, scattering all over the floor.

Bai Xiao slowly got up amidst the glistening sweat and dappled sunlight.

[Your four-dimensional attribute “Will” +0.1!]

[Will: 14.7→14.8]

He quickly walked into the bathroom and took a cold shower.

As always, he began to earnestly work on gaining today’s professional experience.

At the gate of Sunshine District, Bai Xiao did not drive the Mustang but rode the Hummer instead. He greeted the old doorman, and the electric bike passed by.

In the guardhouse, the old man watched Bai Xiao’s retreating figure, then withdrew his gaze.

Not driving a luxury car but riding a broken electric bike?

This kid, sentimental, meticulous…

At 6 PM, at dusk.

The setting sun sank, under the crimson glow of twilight and rolling clouds.

Beside a high school, in a small store in the alleyway, Bai Xiao carried a takeout meal, walking all the way to hand it to the shop owner. This area had many orders and was close to the square where couriers gathered, making it quite good for farming experience. He had become very familiar with this area recently.

“Boss, a bottle of ice tea, please.”

Bai Xiao took out his cell phone and scanned to pay.

The fast food shop owner, holding the food, handed over a chilled beverage.

Ice tea, at room temperature it’s like horse urine, but chilled, it’s like a top-grade liquor.

It was refreshing to take a swig after being scorched by sun or after some physical labor.

“Thank you.”

After taking the drink, Bai Xiao had just turned around when he saw a man grabbing the handle of his Hummer bike and pushing it into the alley.

“Stealing the electric bike?”

He felt a chill in his heart and instantly dashed forward, picking up his pace.

He ran for about twenty or thirty meters, where the alley somewhat narrowed. Tall buildings on both sides cast overlapping shadows, making the alleyway dim.

Bai Xiao plunged into it; not far ahead was a turn.

Tap, his steps advanced, and he just crossed the corner.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a knife flashed as a dagger savagely thrust out.

It aimed straight for Bai Xiao’s neck, targeting a vital spot.

Crack! Ah!

The sound of a wrist breaking, followed by a shrill scream, echoed.

A robust hand with knotted joints, at the nick of time, firmly grasped the attacker’s arm. Power burst forth, brutally snapping it without mercy.

Bang!

A fierce kick sent the attacker flying outwards.

In the alley, the attacker’s two companions were knocked down, grunting in pain.

After adapting to the dim light, Bai Xiao looked ahead. He saw seven or eight thugs holding steel pipes and daggers, staring fiercely at him. To the right, footsteps sounded, and three or four more thugs rushed into the alley, blocking his way out.

Bai Xiao’s gaze hardened, his eyes piercing through the thugs in front and quietly fixating on the figure of a man wearing a gray hoodie at the back.

There was a vaguely familiar feeling…

“Charge!”

With a roar, from both directions, over ten thugs charged violently. Steel pipes clanged against the walls, ringing loudly.

“You… are seeking your own deaths!”

Bai Xiao’s eyes turned fierce, his focus sharp, locking onto a youth who rushed toward him with a steel pipe. With a leap, his bulky figure flickered, his veined arm swinging like a battering ram, thud!

The youth was sent flying, head slamming into the wall, knocking off a large patch of the mottled paint. He fell, the steel pipe dropping.

Clang! Thud!

A black foot viciously stamped on it, bending the steel pipe!

Bai Xiao stepped forward, his burly arms slowly lifting.

In front of him, six or seven figures charged, holding weapons.

“Crushing you is as easy as crushing a bunch of ants…”

“Why must you…”

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“Use eggs against rocks!!!”

Bai Xiao’s eyes flashed fiercely, he rushed forward with the force of a ferocious tiger.

With arms swinging, they were even heavier and harder than the steel pipes!

Thud, thud, thud!

One punch was enough for each, sending them to sleep with incredible force!

His powerful and brutal figure charged forward, steel pipes creating dull shadows as they struck his back and shoulders, a mere tickle. Occasionally, daggers sliced through his clothes, leaving only white marks on his skin.

Suddenly, the tallest and biggest bald thug from the gang charged from behind, his burly arms tightly embracing Bai Xiao’s back, shouting loudly.

“Brothers, come on!”

“I’ve got him restrained!!! Use the knife!”

Joy flickered in the crowd’s eyes, about to pounce like a pack of wolves.

“Idiots!”

Bai Xiao suddenly turned around, his eyes blazing, his biceps exaggeratedly bulging, growing thicker, taking on a rock-white tint.

Backhand punch!

The rock-hard, white fist smashed into the man’s head.

Thud!

The bald man’s strong body was sent flying, shaking violently as if hit by a truck. He thudded onto the ground, lying face up.

A clear red fist mark on his forehead.

The bald man’s eyes bulged like a goldfish’s, his gaze scattered. Blood teardrops fell from his eyes, mixing with the blood from his nostrils and mouth corners, bleeding from his seven orifices. His mouth open, moving meaninglessly.

In just a second or two, his breathing completely stopped.

Ahead, Bai Xiao pulled back his fist, turning around.

His expression was emotionless as he looked at the remaining standing figures in the alleyway.

The cold words slowly spilled from his mouth.

“Since you wish to die, I’ll grant your wish…”