Chapter 8

Liu Hua spent over eight thousand yuan to buy the ingredients for a large tonic soup.

Among them, the hundred-year-old wild ginseng, hundred-year-old polygonum multiflorum, and fifty-year-old wild lingzhi were not available, so he had to use ordinary herbs instead. In fact, even if they were available, Lu Li could not afford them, as he needed wild herbs, which were extremely expensive.

The preparation of the medicine went smoothly, and by Sunday afternoon, the large tonic soup was successfully prepared.

Lu Li chose to take it immediately. After taking it, he sat cross-legged on the bed and fully focused on the San Yang Quan technique. As the true qi circulated, sweat beads quickly appeared on his forehead.

"Just a little more."

Lu Li shouted in his heart and continued to practice the technique. Suddenly, there was a pop in his mind, as if a layer of paper had been torn. After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, a look of joy on his face.

"San Yang Quan is now at a minor level. Not bad, but the effect of the large tonic soup is too poor."

For eight thousand yuan, this was all the effect he got. Lu Li's lips twitched, and he wanted to curse the seller for being a swindler.

The next day, Lu Li arrived at the sports field early.

Soon, an old man appeared beside him. They were already quite familiar with each other. The old man's surname was Jin, and he was a retired professor from Haicheng University.

They greeted each other and then started their exercises.

Lu Li practiced San Yang Quan, while Old Jin practiced Tai Chi.

One fast, one slow, one hard, one soft, it was a perfect and harmonious scene.

A Mercedes-Benz van drove to the entrance of the sports field. Liang Jun looked at Lu Li inside the sports field through the car window, involuntarily touching his nose, his face filled with lingering fear.

He didn't expect Lu Li to be so ruthless, breaking his nasal bone and almost disfiguring him.

He was a proud person. Although he wanted to kill Lu Li immediately, he couldn't come to school with a protective device on his face. Now that he had just removed the device, he planned to take revenge.

Beside Liang Jun sat a young man with a short haircut, wearing a blue uniform with "Liu Family Group" written on it.

"Cousin, that's the guy. You must help me take revenge."

Although the young man's expression was dull, similar to a migrant worker, Liang Jun did not dare to underestimate him. On the contrary, he even admired him.

The young man was the grandson of Liang Jun's third uncle, named Xue Shouye.

He had seen his cousin Xue Shouye in action. More than thirty small thugs couldn't last five minutes before being knocked down by him.

"Okay."

Xue Shouye was also paying attention to Lu Li, but his expression was somewhat strange, a mix of shock, confusion, and a bit of anticipation.

"Cousin, shall we go over now?"

Liang Jun glanced at Xia Qingxuan at the other end of the sports field, his face flushed. He would make Lu Li kneel and beg for mercy, and then Xia Qingxuan would surely look at him differently.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt unable to wait.

"Let's go and see."

Xue Shouye got out of the car, and Liang Jun followed behind, a smug look on his face. Lu Li, with his cousin's help, you won't even have a chance to fight back; you'll only be beaten.

In a corner of the sports field, Lu Li had already stopped practicing. His arms hung at his sides, and he slowly adjusted his breathing, as if he were standing and sleeping.

Hearing footsteps, he suddenly opened his eyes and saw Liang Jun pointing at Old Jin, saying, "Old man, get out of the way."

"Young man, being too hot-headed is not good." Old Jin frowned and then looked at Xue Shouye, saying with a hint of amusement.

"None of your business."

Liang Jun sneered and turned to Lu Li, "Kid, you were pretty ruthless! Let me introduce you to my cousin, Xue Shouye. Today, if you can beat my cousin, we'll call it even."

"Xue Shouye?"

Lu Li sized up Xue Shouye, his brows slightly furrowed.

Thick arms, stable stance, sharp eyes, slightly protruding temples—this was a skilled fighter.

Xue Shouye also stared at Lu Li, his eyes full of inquiry. After a moment, he suddenly asked, "What kind of boxing technique were you practicing just now?"

"San Yang Quan."

"San Yang Quan? Not Xue Family Quan?"

Xue Shouye became even more puzzled, and Liang Jun interjected, "Cousin, hurry up and take action. I want him to be bedridden for half a year."

"What Xue Family Quan? I've never heard of it." Lu Li shook his head.

Xue Shouye narrowed his eyes, bowed to Lu Li, and said loudly, "Xue Family Quan, Xue Shouye. Please give me some guidance."

Seeing the two about to fight, Liang Jun's lips curled into a cruel smile.

"Old Jin, please move a bit further away."

Unable to avoid the confrontation, Lu Li instructed the old man and quickly took two steps back.

He clenched his fists and assumed the starting stance of San Yang Quan.

Old Jin admired Lu Li in his heart, but since Xue Shouye had already introduced himself according to the rules and he knew a member of the Xue family, he couldn't interfere.

Xue Shouye took a deep breath and then assumed a stance almost identical to Lu Li's, but his starting stance seemed a bit strange, not as natural and perfect as Lu Li's.

Seeing that gesture, Lu Li's face changed dramatically, as if he had seen a ghost.

Not only Lu Li, but Old Jin, who had practiced Tai Chi for many years, immediately noticed the similarities and differences between the two, his face full of puzzlement. He thought to himself, "Could they be practicing the same boxing technique?"

Lu Li's character was one of never bending, a trait that even the nine transformations of the mortal world could not change.

From the general in his first reincarnation to the current Lu Li, he had never feared any challenge, let alone someone whose strength was on par with his.

Therefore, there were few things that could shock him, but seeing Xue Shouye's starting stance, he clearly lost his composure.

He remembered that in his first reincarnation, he was a general in the Ming Dynasty, named Xue Tianci.

Xue Shouye also had the surname Xue and practiced a boxing technique similar to San Yang Quan. Could this person be his descendant from back then?

Xue Shouye, of course, understood Lu Li's thoughts. He, too, had similar thoughts, but since the boxing techniques they practiced were similar but had different names, it was not too late to determine their connection after the fight.

"I'm going to attack!"

"Huh."

Just as Lu Li regained his senses, Xue Shouye had already attacked, a simple straight punch with no frills.

But to Lu Li, who had created this boxing technique, the straight punch was just a probe. If he chose to retreat, the following attacks would be relentless.

Lu Li did not dodge but attacked with a punch, aiming at Xue Shouye.

The two fists collided with a loud thud. Under the powerful impact, Lu Li took a step back, while Xue Shouye took two steps back.

"Ha, good."

Seeing his killing move exposed, Xue Shouye did not get angry but laughed and shouted, sweeping a kick at Lu Li, who countered without retreating.

The two fought quickly and fiercely, exchanging more than ten rounds in a short time.

On the sidelines, Liang Jun watched the two fight with his mouth agape, his jaw almost dropping.

He had always thought that the reason he was beaten by Lu Li was that Lu Li, being barefoot, was not afraid of someone wearing shoes and could be ruthless.

But now, it was clear that this was not the case. The other party was clearly holding back; otherwise, it wouldn't just be a matter of disfigurement but a living hell.

Old Jin's expression also changed.

"Unbelievable, unbelievable. San Yang Quan is truly an ancient martial art with a technique, just like the Tai Chi I practice.

"These two young men have already reached such a high level at their age. The future is truly promising, truly promising."