Ning Chun went to school normally. Xiaopang saw Ning Chun with dark circles on her face and asked about Ning Chun's condition. Ning Chun only said that she had signed up for the fighting hall and practiced too late and had no good rest.

Ning Chun is in the high school department of the school and is about to face the college entrance examination. Therefore, his learning tasks are still very tense.

At this stage, students in senior high school are clearly divided into two types.

One is to work hard to prepare for the college entrance examination, the other is to do nothing all day long and the teacher ignores it. Ning Chun just does nothing all day long and sleeps heavily in school, which belongs to the category of being abandoned.

Without the teacher disturbing him, Ning Chun was like resting in school all day, and when the school was over, he was a little better.

After school, Ning Chun rushed to the Xiping Fighting Hall.

On the street, it seemed a little deserted, but there were some slogans all around, probably opposing the Northern Bear Empire's interference in Yanya's internal affairs, etc.

The international environment of Yanya Kingdom is not good, and people will marche and demonstrate from time to time, and even the public security is messy. Ning Chun saw with his own eyes that some thieves were unscrupulously stealing pedestrian property on the street.

Ning Chun can do nothing about this.

Although he is a good student with justice, with his thin body, he is powerless to stop sin.

Soon, Ning Chun arrived at the Xiping Fighting Hall, and Wu Damu was still in the Fighting Hall.

"Coach Oki."

Although Wu Damu is very scammed, he has paid all the money and Ning Chun has to be more polite to Wu Damu. After all, including today, he still has four days to learn the earthquake box in the fighting hall.

"Okay, then start. You practice shaking boxing yourself. If you don't know anything, please ask me."

Wu Damu seemed absent-minded, as if he had something to worry about, and his face looked ugly.

Ning Chun didn't ask, he was just a student, he was still the kind of person who was a five-day crash course. He was not familiar with Wu Damu, so there was no need to ask about Wu Damu.

So, Ning Chun began to practice Zhenquan seriously.

Although Wu Damu "killed" Ning Chun and came to the fighting hall only to let Ning Chun practice it himself. However, Wu Damu would occasionally correct Ning Chun's shaking skills, making Ning Chun more and more proficient in shaking.

The two-hour practice ended soon, and Wu Damu was still absent-minded, and when he looked at Ning Chun, he seemed a little hesitant.

"Coach Oki, I've finished practicing."

Ning Chun is preparing to leave the fighting hall.

"Ning Chun, wait a moment."

"What's up?"

Ning Chun stopped. Although this Wu Damu was pitiful, he was still a good person and did not really let him go. He was considered to be more attentive.

These fifty-five Asian Yuans are also worth it.

"Ning Chun, I..."

Wu Damu seemed very hesitant.

"Coach Oki, what's the matter?"

"Ning Chun, I, Wu Damu, borrow money!"

It seemed difficult to speak out, but Wu Damu gritted his teeth before speaking out.

"Borrow money?"

Ning Chun immediately became alert.

He had just paid the money and had just met Wu Damu. Now Wu Damu is borrowing money from him? It's impossible, it's impossible to borrow money in this life.

Ning Chun knew very well that once he really borrowed money, the one who owed money was the old man. This was Ning Chun’s “blood and tears” lesson.

"A penny stumps the hero. I think I, Wu Damu, is a fighter with a promising future. I have never been worried about money? But now, I have no choice. The owner of the museum, that is, my master Liu Xiping, was injured during the competition and has not recovered. I need money to be treated in the hospital. I am already preparing to transfer this fighting hall, but it takes some time, so..."

"The owner of the museum competes and goes to the hospital? He has no money to treat him, so he has to transfer the fighting hall?"

Ning Chun was a little stunned. What is this and what is it.

In his imagination, the fighters were not all extremely strong and cruel. Can they recover by themselves if they were injured?

But now I'm lying in the hospital to vent my life?

I don’t even have money to pay for treatment, so... is this still a fighter?

Moreover, the owners were all injured and were admitted to the hospital, which directly shows that the level of this Xiping Fighting Hall is indeed not very good.

"The owner of the museum was beaten and hospitalized. Should he ask the injured person to compensate?"

"Uh... Fighters are fighting, and death and injury are inevitable. They are all responsible for each other, so..."

Wu Damu seemed very awkward.

But there is no way, you have to bow your head if you don’t have money.

"I'm not taking advantage of others' danger. I'll pay another fifty Asian dollars, but you have to teach me the second level of the Shake Fist."

"make a deal!"

Wu Damu agreed almost immediately, without even thinking about it.

Ning Chun's heart skipped a beat. Seeing Wu Damu like this, it seemed that he had been cheated again?

"Wait, don't you think about it anymore? Didn't you say that the second level of the Shake Fist requires 500 Asian dollars? I only give 50 Asian dollars."

"Yes, you heard it right, the deal is done! Fifty Asian dollars, I will teach you the skills of the second level of the Shake Fist."

Although Ning Chun was a little suspicious, he had to admit it. So Ning Chun took out fifty Asian dollars and handed it to Wu Damu.

Before, Ning Chun had only one hundred and ten Asian dollars in total, but now he spent 105 Asian dollars, leaving only five Asian dollars, and became a pauper again.

"Coach Damu, can you tell me why I agreed so quickly? Could it be that the second level of the Shake Fist is not worth 500 sub-yuan?"

Ning Chun was still a little uneasy. Wu Damu agreed so readily, which made Ning Chun feel like he was "being trapped".

A mysterious smile appeared on the corner of Wu Damu's mouth, and he slowly spoke: "No, the second level of Zhenquan is more than just 500 Asian dollars? Five hundred Asian dollars are less. Of course, that is only in the hands of those who know the goods. Moreover, the second level of Zhenquan must be practiced after being at least proficient in the first level of Zhenquan. It has no use to teach you now. Anyway, you can earn 50 Asian dollars, and it will be useless to not make any profit."

"You can only practice after you master the first level of Zhenquan? Are you not afraid that I will become the first level of Zhenquan and achieve mastery?"

"Hehe, do you still want to practice it? I have been practicing for ten years before I can barely achieve mastery of the first level of Zhenquan. Your physical fitness is so poor that you will never be able to practice it in this life."

"Well……"

Ning Chun is covered in black lines.

Prodigal businessman!

Where is Wu Damu a fighter? He is clearly a profiteer!

It seems that he was cheated again!

"If you can't practice, you have to teach me."

Ning Chun said "gritting his teeth".

Even if he can't practice, he must learn it. Otherwise, wouldn't these fifty Asian dollars be paid in vain?

"Don't worry, I will definitely teach you. However, one thing must be made clear. The second level of Zhenquan is the secret skill of my Xiping Fighting Hall. The first level doesn't matter, you can learn to pass it casually. But the second level, you can't pass it outside, otherwise I will take it back in person!"

Wu Damu had a serious expression, and his whole body seemed to exude a strong aura, which made Ning Chun feel tremble.

"Actually, if it weren't for this level, let alone the second level, the first level of the earthquake fist would not be easily transmitted because of only fifty sub-yuan yuan, so you really won't lose."
Chapter completed!