The Wizard World

There were many training rooms in the building, but Angele was not interested. He went to the third floor and sat down in the trainer’s office.

The only thing Yun Song was interested in was the ultimate power; he had no friends. The members of the dojo were the only people he would talk to.

Also, Yun Song was not good-looking—it was one of the reasons why he was not good at socializing.

Besides teaching in the training rooms, the other members were still students of universities. Yun Song was the only one that put most of his time into practicing. He dropped out of school when he was still in middle school, however, he was not talented—Nian had the same skill level as him.

Most of the people in this world at least had a bachelor’s degree.

He was a different person in other people’s eyes—that was also a reason why he did not communicate with others a lot.

He sat in the office quietly and started massaging some of his muscles. The muscle massage could help him recover faster and absorb the negative energy better.

With the natural recovery ability of his body, Angele could feel that his new body was getting stronger and stronger.

He pushed the chair and desk to the side. He started practicing the combat skills again.

He had no idea how long had passed when he heard someone was speaking outside the door.

"Kansas, is Senior Brother Yun here?"

"Yeah, he’s practicing his fist skills in the office. He almost hit me when I delivered lunch to him..."

"Well, the only thing he cares for is combat skills..."

*KA*

The door was pushed open and a girl with an average-looking face stepped into the office.

Although the girl was average-looking, she had a balanced body due to the training she had been doing. Her legs were long and slim. She was wearing a white training suit, which was a bit too tight on her body.

The girl was wearing a red ponytail. She stood in the room and waited until Angele stopped practicing.

Nian lowered her voice and spoke, "Senior Brother Yun, I have my classmates here, they want to visit the training rooms. They are waiting outside. Also, I invited a beautiful girl..."

"What does that have to do with me..." Angele was not concerned, he looked at the training ground and found two beautiful girls that were watching people exercising.

"Fine..." Nian was a bit speechless. "Who doesn’t like pretty girls? Are you really a man? Whatever. Just stay in your office and practice your skills. I wish you never find a girlfriend."

Nian left the room and closed the door.

Angele rested for a while and started practicing the combat skills again.

He reached the third level of the Snake Palm. If he wanted to reach the final level, he needed to keep practicing. When his body had the ability to maximize the power of the skill, he would be able to use the ability to handle a lot of situations.

If he had to fight in this world, he needed this palm skill. He could easily kill his opponents with his own abilities.

The higher the level of a combat skill was, the stronger the strength buff would become. The highest level would buff his strength by around 59%—it was the limit of the skill. Also, he could create a new skill based on the Snake Palm after he reached the highest level. The biochip analyzed the skill for him, but it did not mean that it would be the perfect skill for him.

Also, his body was being strengthened by the power of negative emotions; the rate of the improvement was decided by his soul. Angele’s attributes were increased by one every ten days. The only thing he needed was the time.

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Five days later.

Nian and her roommates visited the training rooms for the next several days. Nian wanted to teach them some defensive skills, but one of the girls named Huan Ri still had doubts.

It was the fifth day that she visited the training ground. She was wondering if people would become stronger just by hitting the training dummies for days.

"Huan, what happened?" Zhou Pei waved her hands in front of Huan’s eyes.

Huan stopped thinking and responded with a smile on her face, "Nothing. Our holiday is not long... We only have around 30 days left. What can we learn in 30 days?"

They walked to a side hall on the left with the crowd. There were several wooden platforms here, and several decent students were showing off their skills.

Some of them were cutting wooden planks using their hands.

There was around one hundred people in the hall. The two girls were standing in front of a wooden platform; there were three students in white uniforms showing their skills. They were kicking wooden planks in the air.

The people around the platform were cheering for them. Several girls took out their communication devices and started taking photos.

There were many girls in the crowd. Some of them wanted to learn some basic skills so that they could fight off the perverts who were bothering them.

There were also young men here who wanted to impress girls with their skills. Some parents also sent their children to learn some basic movements.

"So, what do you think?" Someone tapped the two girls’ shoulders.

Huan and Zhou turned around. They saw Nian standing there with a smile on her face.

"Not bad."

"Impressive."

"Those skills are perfect for shows, right?" Nian chuckled. "Come on, I’ll show you some real skills. It’s about the time."

"Real skills?" Huan was interested. She knew a lot about Kung Fu, and learned a lot of things by herself. So, once she heard those words, she got interested.

"Yeah, they’ll be here soon; my Senior Brother will be here too."

"Your Senior Brother? I thought he went to a meeting or something..." Zhou said.

"No, it’s the other one. He has the same skill level as me. No, actually, he’s slightly weaker than me. He’s in charge of the training rooms; I’m just here to help. He’ll have to show his skills if the teachers can’t handle the situation, and you’ll be able to see the real Kung Fu."

Nian finished the word and disappeared into the crowd.

Huan and Zhou stayed in front of the platform.

It was noon; about time for lunch. The people on the wooden platforms started resting.

Huan and Zhou wanted to have lunch first, but Nian came back to them and took them to a small training ground behind the building.

There were many students and teachers around the training ground. There were some metal tables and chairs on the training ground.

A young man in a white uniform stepped out of the building’s back door. He sat down in a chair and started waiting.

The man’s face was unbalanced. Although his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears looked nice, their combination just made him ugly. If his eyes and nose were positioned differently, he would probably be a handsome guy.

"Who’s he?" Huan pointed at the man in the chair.

"I don’t know." Zhou looked at the man carefully.

"Where’s Nian? She was here a minute ago." They checked the area and noticed that Nian was standing with the teacher’s team.

The young man in the chair just stayed there without moving. He remained silent and calm.

The people here were chatting, but none of them made any loud noise.

Several minutes later, they heard a noise that sounded like someone was knocking on wooden planks.

*BAM*

The door of the training ground was kicked open; it was blown away by the impact and landed on a wall. Three young men in green uniforms stepped into the training ground quickly.

"It’s challenge time. Senior Brother and Senior Sister are not here, so we want to know how Junior Brother and Junior Sister are doing." The leading man had a handsome face and a balanced body. There was a blue scarf on his neck; it looked a bit strange on him.

A man and a woman were standing behind him. The man was tall and strong. The woman had short black hair; she was wearing a boyish uniform.

"We’re the representatives of this training match," the man said as he looked at the young man in the chair. "I knew it. Yun Song."

He talked to the two behind him for a second and walked to the training ground quickly. He stepped out of the crowd and stopped in the center of the training platform.

"I’ll be first. My name is Shilan Duan, and I’ve heard about you, Yun Song."

The man bowed slightly as he introduced himself.

"You dropped out of the school to pursue the—"

"Cut it. I’ll attack first following the rule," Angele interrupted. He stood up, straightened his back, and walked to the center of the training ground.

"Oh... Sure..." Shilan was a bit surprised, but he quickly nodded.

Angele was about four meters away from Shilan. He suddenly charged to Shilan and drew a circle using his palms. He attacked Shilan like a snake.

The Snake Palm was designed for fast movements, however, Angele’s attack was infused with power and was a bit terrifying.

"Snake Palm?" Shilan recognized the skill immediately. He leaned to the left and aimed at Angele’s armpit. It looked like an eagle that was about to fight back after dodging a snake’s attack.

It was a combat skill named Bronze Eagle Claw—it was developed by the Wenqiang Dojo. The Snake Palm and the Bronze Eagle Claw had similar power levels, but the power might vary based on how they used the skills.

*BAM*

Shilan’s hand hit Angele’s arm hard. His attack was blocked and Angele attacked again before he could react.

*CHI*

Angele’s hands stopped in front of Shilan’s face and crotch.

Shilan was surprised by the counterattack; he could feel the chill climbing up his spine.

"I lost..."

A bitter smile appeared on Shilan’s face, he took two steps back and lowered his head.

Angele nodded, but he did not say anything. He turned around and quickly entered the back door of the building.

Shilan and the other two members of Wenqiang Dojo also left the training ground after losing the match.