Chapter 10

As Wang Teng and his group left, a staff member looked at the mess in the bar and asked a man in his thirties, dressed in a suit.

"Manager, are we just going to let them go?"

The man in the suit glared at the staff member and said irritably, "What else can we do? Do you want to stop them?"

"You have no sense of judgment!"

"That Zhao Gangbao is a low-level martial disciple, and his brother is a high-level martial disciple!"

"As for those rich second-generation kids, each of their families has assets worth hundreds of millions. Most importantly, two of them are martial disciples. The one who was knocked down aside, the one who just acted is at least a mid-level martial disciple."

"Do you know what it means to have a mid-level martial disciple at such a young age?"

"It means he will be at least a high-level martial disciple in the future. You fool! If you want to die, don't drag me along!"

The staff member was left speechless, instantly feeling a deep admiration for the manager. It turned out the manager had already thoroughly investigated the situation.

No wonder he could be the manager, while I'm just a nobody doing odd jobs!

The difference is clear when something happens.

"What should we do now?" the staff member humbly asked for advice.

"Wait. Didn't Zhao Gangbao go to get more people? Given his vengeful nature, he'll definitely come back. He might cause more damage. We'll tally up the losses after they leave."

"That bastard, why did he have to provoke those rich second-generation kids? Do you think he'll get away with it this time?"

"Even if his brother comes, it won't help much." The man in the suit cursed.

After a moment's thought, he added, "Record all the losses under his name. Also, make sure to keep the surveillance footage. It's all evidence, and we can't afford to lose it. I'll copy it and send it to the boss via WeChat."

"Since this involves martial disciples, we ordinary people can't get involved. We'll leave it to the boss to decide."

...

After Wang Teng and his group left, they had no interest in going anywhere else and went home.

It was around ten o'clock when he got home.

Wang Teng didn't go to the Polaris Martial Arts Hall. He surfed the internet and read some materials at home to deepen his understanding of the martial arts era.

Tonight's incident was a wake-up call for him.

Even a small-time thug like Zhao Gangbao was almost a mid-level martial disciple.

If he hadn't been leveling up and gaining attributes these past few days, tonight would have ended in disaster.

Although martial artists are a small percentage of the billions of people, the problem is that you never know when you might run into one.

What if he provoked a real martial artist in the future?

They could easily cripple him and the Wang family with just a flick of their fingers.

He didn't want to relive the mistakes of his past life.

Wang Teng, having just been reborn, already felt a sense of crisis, which was now even stronger.

He must become a real martial artist as soon as possible!

Even a high-level martial disciple is not enough.

Only by becoming a martial artist would he have a chance of self-preservation.

At around eleven, Wang Teng took a shower and prepared to go to bed. He picked up his phone to set an alarm for the next morning.

When he opened his phone, he saw two WeChat messages.

Although it was only 2009 in this world, WeChat already existed and was widely used.

People often posted on their Moments.

Especially the Moments of martial artists, which were the most popular, as they could enter other worlds through spatial rifts.

So they posted many wonders and exotic beauties from other worlds...

Nowadays, posting about clothes, bags, and luxury cars was considered lowbrow!

Posting about a whole world was the epitome of high-class!

Wang Teng checked the two messages. One was sent over an hour ago.

"Brother Wang Teng, I'm home." — from Bai Wei.

It was followed by a cute emoji.

The other was sent three minutes ago.

"Brother Wang Teng, I'm going to sleep. Good night." — from Bai Wei.

It was followed by a sleeping emoji.

"When did this girl become so polite? Saying good night when she goes to sleep?" Wang Teng's expression was odd.

He thought for a moment. She must be asleep by now, three minutes have passed.

Yes, four minutes!

He decided not to reply to avoid waking her up.

Wang Teng scrolled through a few Moments, saw nothing interesting, and put his phone down, closing his eyes to sleep.

In less than a minute, his breathing became steady, and he fell into a deep sleep.

In a pink princess room, Bai Wei waited for a long time but received no reply. Disappointment showed on her pretty face.

"Bang!" She threw her phone and rolled around on the bed in frustration, feeling very upset.

...

The next day, Sunday.

Wang Teng woke up early, had breakfast, and left home with his father, Wang Shengguo, looking pleased.

"Finally, I don't feel that gaze anymore."

After driving the sports car for a while, Wang Teng shivered.

"Is this the legendary gaze of love?"

"Whoa... So terrifying!"

Soon, Wang Teng arrived at the Polaris Martial Arts Hall.

There were some attribute bubbles scattered on the grass and paths in the hall. He picked them up and then entered the martial disciple training building.

In the first-floor hall, a few students were training.

Wang Teng took a quick look and recognized most of them as the earliest arrivals from yesterday.

He had a good impression of them.

He thought he had arrived early, but they were even earlier. They were indeed very diligent.

But in terms of diligence, I, Wang Teng, will never give up!

Wang Teng walked over, politely greeted them, and picked up all the attribute bubbles they had dropped.

[Basic Sword Technique *1]

[Basic Body Technique *1]

[Strength *3]

[Basic Fist Technique *2]

[Speed *5]

...

"This is a great start! So satisfying!!"

After picking up the attributes, Wang Teng didn't stay and headed straight for the second floor.

His actions caught the attention of a few students.

The young man practicing sword techniques couldn't help but remind him, "The hall rules state that low-level martial disciples are not allowed on the second floor."

"I know, thanks for the reminder," Wang Teng turned and smiled. "But last night, I accidentally broke through to mid-level martial disciple!"

By the time he finished speaking, he was already on the second floor, out of sight.

He calmly showed off and left without a trace.

The young man practicing sword techniques stood there, stunned.

"What did he say?" He asked the other students, finding it hard to believe.

"Is he the one who just joined yesterday?"

The others didn't answer directly but asked another question.

"No, he came on Friday night. I've seen him," another student suddenly said.

"Practiced for two days and became a mid-level martial disciple? You must be joking!"

"It's absolutely impossible. He must have practiced before coming to the hall. He looks like a rich second-generation kid. The poor study literature, the rich practice martial arts. With money, they start practicing earlier and find it easier."

This explanation was widely accepted.

No one believed that someone could go from a weakling to a low-level martial disciple and then to a mid-level martial disciple in less than two days.

It was like a fairy tale.

That's not just genius; it's a monster!

— Of course, unless he cheated!