Martial Arts: I Have Diligence Reward System-Chapter 472 - 188: This Is the Chrysanthemum Boss, I Might Not Be Able to Mess with Him_4
"This person used to be Wang Anhu’s old friend, so there’s no need for you to spend money.
"But you need to have 5 military medals. The owner of Baihuibu was once a soldier.
"Military medals shouldn’t be a problem for you either.
"If you really want to learn, you can go to the core hospital in West City to find him for training."
Jia Weisu shook his head.
As expected.
Su Yue, this blockhead, still wants to learn.
"The hospital? Did this senior go to work in the hospital after retiring?"
Su Yue was taken aback.
It’s not common for martial artists to go to hospitals after retirement.
"Not exactly retired.
"This gentleman often stepped on others’ heads, earning everyone’s resentment.
"Once, he ran wild in the wetland, stepping on the heads of seven peak-grade five martial artists, but before he was done with the twentieth head, he was crippled by a joint attack from different tribes.
"Speaking of which, it wasn’t his first time stepping on these ethnic heads; some suspect it was a conspiracy targeted against him by these tribes.
"In short, he broke his legs while going wild."
Jia Weisu shook his head, full of sighs.
"Doesn’t he step on human heads?"
Su Yue asked again.
"Of course he does, so humans resent him too. It’s said someone offered 50 million for his legs, but unexpectedly, they were broken by the tribes."
Jia Weisu sighed deeply.
Success also through battle strategies.
Failure also through battle strategies.
"Should I buy insurance for my two legs?"
Su Yue looked at his own legs.
If I run fast, I shouldn’t get crippled, right?
"Hope you have good luck."
Jia Weisu patted Su Yue’s shoulder.
Afterward, Su Yue was sent back to the Wet Ghost Tower by Jia Weisu; he needed to go and rest among the humans for a day or two.
In the Wet Ghost Tower, those guards from the military department greeted Su Yue with smiles because the Yan Gui Corps had received a collective honor from the military department due to the 100-truck source rocks. Although the share wasn’t much per person, it was better than nothing.
So, the Yan Gui Corps was very friendly to Su Yue.
...
Leaving the Wet Ghost Tower, Su Yue followed the usual routine: taking a shower, then changing clothes.
Afterward, he went straight to a nearby buffet and ate to his heart’s content.
No time to waste.
He opened the online store and first ordered a sufficient batch of premium Tangzhu Pills.
Looking at the rapidly dwindling credits, Su Yue was almost in despair.
He took another trip back to West Martial.
Mu Cheng, Wang Xiqiu, and Peng Guyu, the three main forces of West Martial’s women’s corps, had gone somewhere for training.
With less than two weeks left, the final battle of Wuda would probably keep them very busy.
Bai Xiaolong was also nowhere to be found, off who knows where.
Su Yue glanced at the Martial Arts Forum; the post about Bai Xiaolong, the Unbreakable Grandmaster, castrating himself with a knife, was still pinned high, unsure if he was anxious or not.
He called Xu Baiyan and his cheap brother-in-law, but all were out of reach.
They were likely in the wetland; Xu Baiyan and Yang Lezhi were both Fourth-Grade Martial Artists, representing North Martial and should also be the main forces in this final battle.
Zhou Yuncan was unreachable.
Liao Ping, Liao Ji, and Wang Lu Feng were also unreachable.
Su Yue originally wanted to chat idly with an old friend or two but found everyone out of touch.
Indeed, he’s not the only one crazily training.
His companions are all working hard.
Just look at Wang Lu Feng, that blockhead.
Even though Su Yue’s training speed is fast, Wang Lu Feng always gets infuriated.
But Su Yue is also surprised.
He knows exactly how well Wang Lu Feng is doing.
The progress he’s made recently is simply astonishing.
The appointment with the legless master is set for tomorrow morning.
It’s already nightfall, so Su Yue plans to stroll around the street alone, and maybe find some barbecue to eat.
The appetite of a martial artist is just too fast at consuming food.
However.
Before he could leave West Martial Gate, a dark-faced youth approached him head-on.
Indeed.
His old rival, Brother Du.
"Brother Su, where are you planning to go? I heard you like skewers; today, I must compete with you.
"Hell spicy, never backing down kind.
"The proctology hospital emergencies are always open for you."
Du Jing’s Book approached with disdain.
He heard Su Yue came back and rushed to the school nonstop.
Though I can’t defeat you in martial arts, I’d make sure you suffer from eating spicy. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺
"Anyone daring to challenge me with chili peppers now carries hemorrhoid cream all the time. I’d advise you to insure that part of yourself."
Su Yue’s pupils contracted, and his lips curled in a sneer.
He realized Du Jing’s Book was prepared.
...
Late at night.
Barbecue stall.
Table full of spicy turns.
The two had been fiercely battling for two hours, with Su Yue’s lips swollen like sausages.
He was nearing collapse.
Du Jing’s Book, are you a beast?
No sense of taste?
Su Yue regretted not reinforcing his disabled senses with taste perception.
His throat was burning from the spiciness.
"Brother Su, what’s wrong? Not feeling well? Want to admit defeat?
"Do you need insurance for that part of yours?"
Du Jing’s Book looked at Su Yue contemptuously.
He bit into another devil chili pepper, enjoying it thoroughly.
"Would I admit defeat?"
Su Yue picked up another chicken wing covered in chili with trembling hands.
Meanwhile, Su Yue’s own body waged a fierce battle.
Stomach: Su Yue, if you still want that part of yourself, stop immediately.
Dignity: Su Yue, you’re a man, who cares about that part.
Eat!
Another hour passed, and Su Yue admitted defeat.
Yes!
He was defeated by Du Jing’s Book.
Of course, during this small barbecue, Su Yue and Du Jing’s Book also had a deep chat.
In truth, Brother Du isn’t essentially a bad person.
It’s just that the harsh elite family upbringing twisted his character a bit.
Facing his elders, Du Jing’s Book is always on edge, fearful of making any mistakes, because he was held in high expectations from a young age, the pride of everyone, with no room for error.
