Chapter 258 Devil Muscular Man

Sports center, football field.

After searching for a while, Tan Wenjie finally saw a shabby little house in the corner with a billboard that read "Coward Savior".

Not open for business yet.

He walked over and tapped on the grocery store window.

"It doesn't open until nine in the morning. It's eight-fifteen now. There's still forty-five minutes left, man."

As the grocery store window opened, the figure of a fat middle-aged man wearing a yellowed white vest appeared.

He looked at Tan Wenjie strangely and said, "The battle you experienced was very fierce, but you have come to the right place. With twenty dollars, I can make sure you will not lose even if we are outnumbered!"

As he said this, he placed a bottle of magic oil with the word "India" written on it in front of Tan Wenjie.

Tan Wenjie: “…”

"I don't need this!"

"Of course I won't use it in normal times. I can see that you are strong, but it's not certain if you are fighting a group of people alone. When I was in Thailand, I fought with them for a whole night. Fortunately, I have extraordinary talent, strong capital, and super strength. My magic gun is invincible..."

Too many idioms are used.

"real or fake?"

"Don't believe it? Just buy it and try it, and you'll know." The other party urged, "Remember to apply a thin layer. Last time, a stupid kid poured out a whole bottle..."

Before the other party could finish, Tan Wenjie took the initiative to speak: "I heard that you can learn Kung Fu here."

This seemingly unreliable man actually has extraordinary strength.

The devil muscle man, Ghost King!
In 1974, he won the championship in his first free-fighting match in Southeast Asia; in 1982, he defeated the Japanese heavy artilleryman Lei Long...

Tan Wenjie regards learning skills as an important way to improve his talent and understanding. When he sees a skill instructor, he will definitely not let him go easily.

Ghost King Da glared and a powerful aura emanated from his body.

It is indeed the aura that only the top strong people have.

As for martial arts, Tan Wenjie has indeed never practiced it well. He is just a person who likes to bully the weak by stacking stats. He always sweeps the enemy in battle and it is difficult for him to meet an opponent who can fight with him.

If you can't win with fists and feet, you can pray to gods, call on thunder, or seek external help. In short, you will never follow the principle of not using external tricks in a one-on-one fight.

"come in."

Gui Wangda opened the door and let Tan Wenjie enter the grocery store.

The room is messy.

He didn't find the feeling of a hermit, but he did find traces of a lonely and wretched old man.

Not only that, there are a lot more.

Tan Wenjie took a slightly further step forward with his right foot to avoid stepping on the toilet paper on the ground, which was not sure whether it was used to wipe his nose or the white snot, and which happened to be placed together with a pornographic magazine.

"You have come to the right place. I am the master of ancient Chinese boxing." Gui Wangda stopped in front of a wall very casually.

There is a picture above.

Ancient Chinese boxing!
"Opening a grocery store is my hobby, and teaching boxing is my main job." He walked past Tan Wenjie on his lame leg and sat in front of the chair. "At the same time, I am a person who is indifferent to fame and fortune. I hate others seeking fame and reputation the most."

Then he took out a group photo.

"Bruce Lee and I are brothers in the same school. Should I tell everyone about this?"

Then he changed the photo.

"Jackie Chan and his friends drink tea with me all day long. I rarely socialize with them. Do I have to tell you all this? What's so great about it?"

Tan Wenjie: "I've heard of your story, so I came here to ask for your advice. Why don't we get straight to the point?"

He doubted whether such fake photo-editing technology could trick any loser into spending money to learn Kung Fu.

"Okay!" Gui Wangda jumped back, suddenly rushed to a big pot, and tentatively reached his hand inside.

"The Iron Sand Palm originated from the Sishui Iron Palm Gang. It is extremely powerful. Anyone who is hit by it will have his internal organs shattered, and may die on the way to the hospital!"

After just two random thrusts, Gui Wangda stopped and picked the sand from his fingernails while saying, "It will take three days to complete. The fee is six hundred."

He turned around and picked up a knife with his left hand.

"Iron Shirt!"

"It originated from Nan Shaolin, 70 kilometers north of FJ Province and 30 nautical miles south of Shanwei! After mastering it, the whole body will be as hard as iron, invulnerable to swords and guns, and immune to water and fire!"

As he spoke, he raised the knife in his left hand and grabbed a feather duster from somewhere with his right hand and started beating himself with it.

"It takes five days to practice, and the fee is eight hundred."

"Shaolin Temple? Are there the Eighteen Bronze Men?" asked Tan Wenjie.

"Of course. When they come on tour some other day, I can take photos for you. But the photo shoot is very expensive, 50 yuan per person."

Then he turned around again.

"Blood droplets!"

A yo-yo flew out.

"It originated in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties. It is a unique hidden weapon of the Imperial Palace Assassination Team. It can easily take a person's head from a thousand miles away. It takes seven days to master. The fee is one thousand."

"Can you really take someone's head from thousands of miles away?" asked Tan Wenjie.

"Hey, man, this is advertising, you have to judge for yourself." Ghost Wangda held a cigarette in his mouth, "We live in a society ruled by law now, do you really want to kill someone?"

"any left?"

"Electric Light Poison Dragon Diamond!"

The Ghost King Da spun on the spot. "Originally from the Dragon Tiger Sect's Wang Xiaohu, it was just a fantasy, but after my improvement it has become a sure-kill kick! The fee is fifteen thousand!"

"Martial arts from comics are also possible?"

"Fuss!"

Gui Wangda picked up a salted duck egg and cut it.

When he turned around again, he had put two halves of salted duck eggs on his eyes.

"Lightning Infinite Death Ray! It has killed countless monsters that invaded the earth. It was very popular among teenagers in the 1970s... But I can tell you that this martial art is fake and was only used in movies."

Ghost King Da came in front of Tan Wenjie.

"If I don't tell you, you won't know. But don't worry. Honesty and truthfulness are the tenets of my boxing teaching. But there is one thing I want to make clear. I value potential when I recruit disciples."

"Then you can rest assured, I'm not here to become your disciple."

"Hey man, we were having a great chat just now. Come on, is the price not right? We can discuss it again. Maybe you have great talent, so why don't I charge you?"

"I don't want to be your disciple."

"Then I have nothing to teach you. The most important thing about ancient boxing is inheritance!" The devil muscle man waved his hand, "You can go."

A wad of banknotes was placed on the table.

"Can I learn without a teacher?"

"I've known for a long time that you're a martial arts genius!" Ghost King Da laughed and put all the things in front of Tan Wenjie. "Iron Sand Palm, Iron Cloth Shirt, Blood Dropper, and Lightning Poison Dragon Drill, a total of 3900 yuan for you, and 20 yuan for the bottle of Coward's Savior you just took, and you made an appointment to take a photo with the 50 Bronze Men, 18 yuan per person, 900 yuan for 4820 people. A total of yuan, I'll charge you yuan."

He quickly collected the money and put it in his pocket.

"There are 5180 yuan left, and it's inconvenient to give change. Why don't you see if there are any snacks you want at the grocery store? Feel free to take any."

(End of this chapter)

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