Unstoppable Crushing: Starting from Adding Points in Dreams-Chapter 163 - 117 Kneel and beg me, or prepare to die?

[Red Tiger Strength: Fiery Flame (84%)+]

An hour later, inside the Martial Arts Hall Quiet Room.

Chen Feng calmed his mind, suppressed distractions, and fully digested the power of the Flame Origin Pill.

Removing his gaze from the panel, he looked down at his legs.

A deep red power gradually appeared, now fully covering his calves.

"Just a bit more."

Two breakthroughs weren’t enough to elevate the Red Tiger Strength to the Flame Steel Level, but Chen Feng wasn’t in a rush.

He still had one Flame Origin Pill left, which he planned to take tomorrow, along with another breakthrough, must be enough.

Then, he took out another White Jade Porcelain Bottle and poured out a Strengthening Muscle and Bone Pill.

Chewed it and swallowed.

Outside the Quiet Room, the Core Students arrived on time, each wielding a steel rod, a total of ten people.

"Come on."

He took off his black shirt, revealing muscles stacked like bricks.

Chen Feng once again sank his weight and adopted a horse stance, visualizing the Red Tiger.

Regardless of how turbulent the situation was, in the end, strength was needed.

Bang!

Suddenly, a muffled explosion, and rods fell one after another.

No matter how fiercely the surrounding Core Students struck, he remained unshakable, like a breeze brushing against the face.

...

"Senior brother, is this the Yanwu Gym of the Flame Tiger Sect?"

Outside the Martial Arts Hall, two figures walked along the street.

Both were tall and burly; the person on the left, standing at 1.85 meters with a buzz cut, appeared to be about twenty-two or twenty-three, dressed in a gray sleeveless hoodie.

His exposed arms were muscular, as if he’d spent years in the gym.

The person on the right was slightly over 1.9 meters, dressed in a loose blue sports jacket, with long hair that covered his forehead.

Though his muscles weren’t exposed, his clothes were filled out and tight, and he carried a black backpack with a sports water bottle, looking around twenty-seven or twenty-eight.

"Yes, this is a Sub Martial Arts Hall of the Flame Tiger Sect."

"The Flame Tiger Sect has considerable influence in Nanjiang; they ranked sixteenth in the last Southern Martial Arts Tournament and have three True Intent Level masters in their sect... It’s considered a strong force."

The long-haired man spoke softly, then paused and looked towards the Yanwu Gym sign about seven or eight meters away.

Through the layers of floor-to-ceiling windows, some students could be seen inside the training room throwing punches and kicks, sweating profusely.

The youth in the hoodie was startled by his words, gazing at the training scene inside the Martial Arts Hall curiously, and asked, "Senior brother, didn’t master say that Flame Tiger Sect was stronger than us before?"

"Why are they only ranked sixteenth now?"

"It declined, that was thirty years ago."

The long-haired man averted his gaze and shook his head with a sigh, "Flame Tiger Sect and Flying Dragon Style disagree; in a dragon and tiger fight, one must fall."

"I see."

The youth’s expression faded upon hearing this, and his initial enthusiasm to enter and spar also dwindled.

He disliked overpowering the weaker.

"Although Flame Tiger Sect has declined, it has produced a Grandmaster before and has a certain foundation."

"Especially in terms of strength, they are quite skilled in attacks."

Seeing his thoughts, the long-haired man patted his shoulder, stood outside the Martial Arts Hall, and smiled, "Giant Elephant Skill requires external stimulation, and you are just at a critical point of major success."

"In my opinion, this might just be your best stepping stone."

Upon hearing this, the youth took it to heart.

Without suggesting another place to gain experience, he immediately stepped forward to follow his senior brother inside.

Tap tap!

Footsteps sounded.

However, someone was quicker than them.

Across a distance of seven or eight meters, an elderly man and a young man could be seen entering the Martial Arts Hall.

Through the ground-level windows, the entire first floor of the Martial Arts Hall was in view, followed by the sounds of challenges and ceremonial greetings.

"Interesting, it seems to be the Flying Dragon Style people."

The long-haired man’s eyes gleamed, quickly walking towards the Martial Arts Hall with the youth in the hoodie.

...

"Flying Dragon Style, Jiang Yuan, requests guidance from Flame Tiger Sect!"

On the first floor of the Martial Arts Hall, along with a clear voice landing.

Many ordinary people at the gym, standing next to the bench press equipment, were slightly surprised.

"What’s going on?"

"It seems like a sparring session, right? I remember Martial Arts Schools are keen on this."

"Wrong, this doesn’t seem like a sparring attitude; it feels more like they’ve come to challenge."

The discussions multiplied, a twenty-five or twenty-six-year-old Martial Arts Hall coach frowned slightly.

While sending someone to notify the second floor, he focused and approached the old and young standing at the Martial Arts Hall entrance.

The young man who issued the challenge appeared to be in his early twenties, sporting a braid.

Dressed in a gray casual sports outfit, his complexion was rosy, and his eyes held a trace of arrogance, talking with his chin slightly raised.

The elder, dressed in traditional silk robes embroidered with a white feathered crane, remained silent and impassive.

"I am Xu Li of the Flame Tiger Sect, may I ask who this senior is?"

The Martial Arts Hall coach came forward, immediately recognizing that the elder was the real person in charge.

His complexion was normal, but inside he felt some displeasure.

Songhe Style was a Martial Arts Sect from neighboring Yong City, not weak in strength.

It was fine to spar, but such disrespectful behavior made it difficult for everyone to look good, and this shouldn’t have happened.

Yet, with a glance.

The elder remained silent, his expression indifferent.

The young man with the braid jumped into the conversation, "You’re not worthy to know my master’s name."

"Quickly call someone who can actually fight to spar with me."

The arrogant tone was unpleasant, especially with many outsiders around.

If they lost the momentum, how would the Yanwu Gym face hold up?

With this thought crossing his mind, considering himself skilled in Internal Training, Martial Arts Hall coach Xu Li suppressed his anger and immediately bowed with clasped hands, "Please enlighten me."

"Oh, just you?"