Translator:
Strivon
Editor:
Strivon
As Qin Fen reflected on all of Gun King’s teachings, he arrived at the tiny road that was only path back to his living quarters.
The tiny road wasn’t wide, but in the middle of it sat a fleshly mountain of a person. Qin Fen had been receiving training from of all sorts of masters in military camp these days. He could judge the height and weight of the person who sat before his eyes in an instant.
The man’s height was over a hundred and eighty centimeters. The man’s mass was around two hundred and eighty kilograms. Within that body hid enormous power.
As someone qualified to be a warrior, Qin Fen needed to grasp all possible information in the first instance of meeting a potential opponent. Butcher had taught him this principle before.
Qin Fen felt his speculations this time should be generally on the mark. He had some confidence in these conjectures.
Are you Qin Fen?
Okamoto Takeshi sat on the ground. He raised his head to look at Qin Fen, his eyes narrowed into thin slits as a provocative glow pulsed endlessly through them.
His body carried hostility and the desire to do battle. He should have come to challenge Qin Fen, and so Qin Fen rapidly assessed the man’s thoughts before slowly nodding in response.
Yes.
Okay!
Okamoto Takeshi gave an excited shout and slammed the ground fiercely with his feet, and the calm earth groaned as it shook from his enormous mass. He was already charging at Qin Fen with his enormous body, and veins of blood instantly bulged out upon his fan-like palm. It was as if tiny snakes were winding all over his palm. It was a palm that stood out with explosive power.
Okamoto Takeshi’s build was much bigger than that of an ordinary person, and his arm was normally double the size of an ordinary person’s calf. Right now his arm enlarged from his explosive strength, its thickness exceeding the thigh of an ordinary person.
Such an arm was that of a giant deity from legend. It was as if the same arm was attached to Okamoto Takeshi’s body, its boundless pressure assaulting Qin Fen.
This strike of Okamoto Takeshi’s was done with preparation. He completely erased the distance of seventy meters between them in a single step. His massive figure wasn’t slow at all, instead he moved like a fast and nimble monkey, charging to be upon Qin Fen. The enormous flow of air, set off by his body, blasted against Qin Fen’s cheeks, creating a pain akin to razor blades.
The giant tyrannical palm caused Qin Fen’s eyes to glow. This palm strike was clearly the move Skyfall from the paleo martial art the Great Monument Breaking Hand. It was considered peerless among the firm and fierce moves.
If Qin Fen was in the Sky Martial Battle Network, he would want to use the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art to meet this firm, fierce, peerless and ultimate skill of the Great Monument Breaking Hand with force.
But now? Qin Fen’s eyes bloomed with radiance. He slid with his feet like a snake as he shuffled to the side in a twisting movement, simply breaking away from Okamoto Takeshi’s decisive strike.
Rip!
Okamoto Takeshi’s palm merely scratched Qin Fen’s clothes in a ripping sound, but it was completely ineffective in the end.
This Neo Sumo was stunned from this. Qin Fen had clearly evaded with the Dragon Guard of the Shaolin Arhat Fist. It was just that the Dragon Guard was just like its name. The aura with which it was done was normally majestic, never was it like what Qin Fen had done, slippery and fluid. Rather than the Dragon Guard, it was better to call it a Snake Form in terms of visualization.
Qin Fen was very satisfied with the way and trajectory he moved during that technique. He had been fighting with Butcher everyday these days, and he had learned quite a few combat skills from the other experts and masters. Phoenix’s Snake Form, her expertise, was one of them.
In ancient legend, the dragon was merely the transformation of a snake. Naturally, there were many similarities between them.
These days, Qin Fen strove to fuse and transform techniques into a Dragon Guard he could consider his own. Of them, he had taken Phoenix’s Snake Form and integrated it within. The Dragon Guard possessed a few different changes when executed by Qin Fen.
Okamoto Takeshi struck nothing but air. He gazed at Qin Fen in great skepticism, and his expression gradually turned to anger.
Why won’t you fight? Are you a martial artist or not? Why don’t you have even a sliver of battle intent when faced with my attack?
Qin Fen gave him an answer without thinking in the slightest.
You haven’t paid me yet.
Pay you?
Okamoto Takeshi was stunned on the spot. Fights between martial artists had nothing to do with money. He believed that Qin Fen was finding an excuse, but then he saw Qin Fen carry an extremely serious expression and became even more skeptical.
Yeah, pay up.
Qin Fen’s fingers rubbed together in a money counting gesture. He then explained,
You should be one of the young martial artist experts invited by the military region, right? That move you did was a fusion of the Pressing Palm and the Great Monument Breaking Hand, something of Neo Sumo. Its might is indeed shocking. You are a decent opponent.
Okamoto Takeshi was a bit shocked. They had just barely met face-to-face and his opponent had completely seen through his Great Monument Breaking Hand.
It must be known that there were many martial arts with extremely similar palm and fist techniques. If one wasn’t an experienced veteran, it would be quite hard to identify and distinguish these moves.
There were countless martial arts whose forms looked quite similar with the Great Monument Breaking Hand when utilized. Such martial arts include the Great Monument Breaking Hand, the Steel Palm of Prayer Wheels, the Palm of Black Sand, and much more.
Qin Fen’s fights were few in number, but he had been known as Expert Mouth-Shooter for an unendurable amount of time, having seen thousands of fights. He even wrote commentary that he though was quite professional. His strength of vision was in no way lacking.
These days, not only did Butcher teach him how to kill, he also taught him how to distinguish between all sorts of combat skills. Though Okamoto Takeshi’s movements and energy were fierce, they were unable to escape Qin Fen’s sharp eyes.
Why not fight since I’m a decent opponent
Okamoto Takeshi stared at Qin Fen, not understanding at all.
Why do I need to pay you?
Because I defeated Neo Taekwondo’s Park Jong-Hwan, I have become known to be the number one martial artist expert in recruit camp. Qin Fen’s expression was one as if everything was expected and logical.
You want to challenge me and use my name to become famous. Why should I fight you if you don’t pay me?
Qin Fen might have a quiet personality, but he was no idiot. On the contrary, his hard life had cultivated him a keen instinct to make money.
You want to fight? Then pay up!
This principle was not confined to the Sky Martial Battle Network.
Even when it came to in real life, Qin Fen never planned to give up this principle.
This was true ever since he learned about the young experts that the military region brought in through special channels and the possibility of them becoming challengers.
While on one hand, Qin Fen was very excited to be able to fight with other young experts, he also worried about what sort of price he should set for these young experts to challenged him.
One could study to be a scholar without money, but one had to have money to train in martial arts. Such a saying hadn’t changed at all in both ancient times and modern times.
This was especially true with the rise of neo martial arts. It was impossible for the poor to become experts of neo martial arts.
Qin Fen knew that most of the young experts ought to have come from well-off families. In regards with these people who focused more on honor, Qin Fen must not set the price to be too low, yet it also must not be too high to scare them away.
Okamoto Takeshi studied Qin Fen left and right. No matter which angle he looked at Qin Fen, Okamoto Takeshi found it hard to see just how shrewd this recruit was. Qin Fen actually had quite the economic head on his shoulders.
However, the thought of using an economic mind within the sacred duels of martial arts caused the veins on Okamoto Takeshi’s forehead to faintly pulsate. This was an insult to martial arts duels.
Do you really take money for martial arts duels?
Okamoto Takeshi ultimately decided to ask.
Yes.
Qin Fen nodded.
You will need to pay me if you want to fight me.
How much?
Okamoto Takeshi asked completely subconsciously. He did not expect Qin Fen to give an answer at all.
In the end, Qin Fen raised an index finger.
One thousand dollars.
One thousand dollars? The title of being the number one king of martial arts among recruits was only worth a thousand dollars?
Okamoto Takeshi felt that Qin Fen was deliberately insulting martial arts; he completely lacked a single hint of honor a martial artist should posses. The veins of Okamoto Takeshi’s forehead bulged out as he roared in asking,
Do you even have a martial artist’s honor!?
One thousand dollars.
Qin Fen didn’t directly answer Okamoto Takeshi’s question. Instead, he extended his index finger as he told Okamoto Takeshi the price for a dual in absolute earnest.
If you don’t fight with me now, the price will go up after I defeat a different young expert.
Okamoto Takeshi possessed an obese build since he was young. He was told that his body wasn’t suitable for training in any of the martial arts he wanted to learn. People told him that he was better of growing in scholarly duties rather than growing on the path of the martial dao.
He hit walls again and again, but he never gave up on the path of the martial dao. The warriors of his nationality were known to hold status and honor in extremely high regard. He had tried all sorts of things for the sake of becoming a warrior.
This lasted until the emergence of Neo Sumo. Neo Sumo finally let him walk the road of a warrior. It made him value the concept of the martial way even more, to nearly the same degree he valued his life.
Okamoto Takeshi watched Qin Fen, not understanding him at all. How could such a person have the qualification to learn the martial way? Every word out of Qin Fen’s mouth had to do with money. How could such a man who could only see money become an expert?
Okamoto Takeshi felt that it was super absurd.
What else do you hold in your eyes besides money? Do you have even a sliver of the honor a warrior should possess? How could you use the sacred martial way as a tool to make money?
Hmm?
An additional wrinkle appeared on Qin Fen’s forehead as a dark cloud loomed over his head. The martial dao was sacred? How was it sacred? Would anyone feel that the martial dao was sacred if they wanted to eat but had nothing to eat? If they worked hard everyday just so they wouldn’t starve to death?
Are you going to pay? If you’re not, then I’m going back to rest.
Qin Fen went around to the side, If worst came to worst and he couldn’t walk on the paved road, it was nothing to walk on the side.
You…!
Okamoto Takeshi suddenly strode forward a step, his heavy footstep caused the earth to shake. He already entered an attack range where he could strike Qin Fen.
Qin Fen’s eyes lit up, keenly sensing that he had entered his opponent’s effective combat range. His eyebrows jumped up as he said,
I can keep you company if you plan on competing physically. If worst comes to worst, I can just turn tail and run the instant you attack.
When it came to his principle of needing to be paid, Qin Fen had long since made up a plan in mind.
Half of Okamoto Takeshi’s boiling battle intent immediately extinguished. This was an opponent who actually chose to turn and run in face of a challenge, turning the fight into a competition of endurance running. This had no glory for a martial artist, and Okamoto Takeshi couldn’t quite imagine it.
Qin Fen had displayed his speed quite well just now. It wouldn’t be easy for Okamoto Takeshi to catch him.
If someone pays you enough money, will you even accept a bribe to lose?
Okamoto Takeshi looked at Qin Fen with despise.
I won’t.
Qin Fen shook his head.
A hint of praise flashed in Okamoto Takeshi’s eyes. At least this warrior wouldn’t toss away all of a martial artist’s honor.
I can only make money a single time if I lose. If I win, I can continue to make m,oney.
Qin Fen very kindly explained his own business philosophy.
Okamoto Takeshi, who had just revealed praise in his gaze, really wanted to give himself a hard slap in the face. How could he have reveal a look of praise towards someone who had none of the honor of a warrior?
