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Mo Ming casually brushed off Qi Miao with a few words, then chatted with He Yunsong about everything related to the Little Green Society before waving him off. Although Qi Miao wanted to ask Mo Ming about how to teach him martial arts, Mo Ming didn't give him the chance and directly sent him away.
This wasn't entirely Mo Ming's fault; he truly didn't know how to teach Qi Miao as a disciple. Everything he knew were lethal techniques—anything that could kill was considered a technique—but this was too vague and broad. Without certain practical experience, it would be difficult for Qi Miao to grasp anything.
"Damn it, I shouldn't have agreed to take him as a disciple earlier. Now I've taken him in but don't know how to teach him. Isn't this just shooting myself in the foot?" Mo Ming sat on the sofa, frustrated, running his fingers through his hair.
Mo Ming wasn't an irresponsible person. Since he had taken Qi Miao as a disciple, he would definitely take responsibility for it. However, he still needed to think carefully about how to teach Qi Miao. After all, Qi Miao was different from those people he had tortured; throwing him into that kind of hell would likely leave him severely injured even if he survived.
After thinking it over, Mo Ming couldn't come up with a solution for now, so he set it aside for the time being. He picked up a glass from the table and took a sip. When he recalled his duel with Evil Eye, he immediately realized that his current strength was not a match for Evil Eye. Especially after that last kick from Evil Eye, it was clear that Evil Eye's fighting skills were similar to his own; both could predict their opponent's attack patterns.
"Evil Eye is indeed a terrifying fellow. If his strength is like this, then the one behind him called Lord must be even more formidable. If I don't improve my own strength, I might end up dead next time Lord personally comes after me."
Mo Ming found it hard to imagine just how terrifying Lord's strength could be; even Evil Eye was willing to submit to him. Just how powerful were his methods? Thinking of this made Mo Ming clench his fists tightly, a fierce look flashing in his eyes.
"When my injuries heal a bit more, I can't continue living such a leisurely life in the city anymore. It's time for me to sharpen myself." With this determination, Mo Ming lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and recalled the duel on the rooftop.
During these days of healing in the presidential suite of Phoenix Grand Hotel, Murong Lian and two other women kept him company almost every day. However, at night they all left because they didn't want to indulge Mo Ming's crude and vulgar little whims.
This was mainly due to their conservative mindset. Murong Lian, Lin Yuan'er, and Jun Qianqian could accept three women marrying one man, but they would never agree to serve one man in bed together. They held onto the modesty and shyness of ancient women, which was hard to change.
Mo Ming was actually just making a crude joke; he was a rogue but also had principles. He wasn't fond of the idea of three women performing for one man either. However, every time he teased them, their cheeks would flush red, which made Mo Ming quite pleased.
While Mo Ming was healing at the hotel, Qi Miao often came by to inquire about his injuries. Mo Ming understood the reason behind Qi Miao's attentiveness but couldn't think of how to teach him just yet; he could only ask Qi Miao to wait for now.
About a week later, when Mo Ming's injuries had mostly healed, he immediately called He Yunsong to confirm his presence at the gym before driving over to find him.
"Boss, why are you in such a hurry to find me? Is there something important?" He Yunsong frowned when he saw Mo Ming rushing over; he thought there must be some big matter they needed to discuss.
Mo Ming chuckled and said, "It's nothing major; I just want to practice boxing with you for a few days and then have a sparring match."
"No way! Boss, are you getting restless from your injuries and looking for someone to beat up?" He Yunsong looked troubled and waved his hand. "Forget it! If you end up beating me black and blue, Oumengqi will surely scold me."
"Come on! What are you afraid of? Don't worry; I'm not looking for someone just to fight out of boredom. After my last duel with Evil Eye, I clearly felt my lack of strength. So I want to improve my abilities as soon as possible." Mo Ming laughed as he playfully punched He Yunsong in the chest.
"Oh, boss, I understand your intention now, gathering the strengths of many?" He Yunsong thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Still not possible. I can't fight you, but I can teach you boxing. Once you've learned well, you can go find Silver Wolf to spar with. He's quite the expert in underground fighting; if you can beat him, your boxing skills will be impressive."
After He Yunsong mentioned it, Mo Ming recalled that Silver Wolf was indeed an expert in underground fighting. In terms of boxing, He Yunsong might not even be a match for Silver Wolf. Therefore, Mo Ming decided to let He Yunsong off the hook.
"Then teach me some punching techniques and skills. After I've practiced boxing for a few days, I'll definitely go challenge Silver Wolf!" Mo Ming said to He Yunsong. "There's no time to waste; let's start now!"
"Sure!" He Yunsong quickly agreed, silently mourning for Silver Wolf. With Mo Ming's abnormal strength, if Silver Wolf were to spar with him, he would undoubtedly be severely beaten.
A few days later...
Iron Man and Red Ghost had just returned from outside to the basement when they saw Silver Wolf holding one side of his swollen face, limping as he walked. His appearance was quite comical. Red Ghost couldn't help but ask, "Silver Wolf, what happened to your face? Didn't you go out to beat that guy? Who else here could be your opponent?"
Before Silver Wolf could answer, Iron Man angrily said, "Damn it! It wouldn't be that bastard Missile who did this, would it? That guy has indeed improved a lot recently, but I don't think he could beat you!"
"Shut the hell up! How could that guy Missile possibly beat me into such a state?" Silver Wolf couldn't help but curse upon hearing Iron Man's speculation.
Red Ghost rubbed his chin thoughtfully and asked, "If it wasn't Missile and you're not here to get beaten up by anyone else, who exactly made you look like this? Did a dark horse emerge that I don't know about?"
"Idiot! Even if a dark horse appeared, it should be you guys who are unlucky!" Silver Wolf shot Red Ghost a glare and said with an innocent yet frustrated expression, "I got this injury from the boss! Damn it! I don't know what got into him; he insisted on boxing with me. Honestly, I thought if we were boxing, I wouldn't necessarily lose badly. So I accepted the challenge, but who knew..."
He got so worked up that it aggravated the punch wound on his cheek, causing him to grimace in pain and unable to continue speaking. Upon hearing that Silver Wolf was taught a lesson by Mo Ming, Iron Man and Red Ghost nearly burst into laughter, clutching their stomachs as they laughed uncontrollably.
"I say Silver Wolf, you're the real idiot here. The boss's strength is terrifying; didn't you notice that day? I doubt I'll ever reach that level in my lifetime!"
Red Ghost couldn't help but feel a bit envious when he thought about Mo Ming's displayed strength that day. However, he was also self-aware; he couldn't even secure first place in this round, let alone reach Mo Ming's level—easier said than done!
"Alright, alright! Red Ghost, stop dreaming! Talk to me when you can actually beat me!" Silver Wolf disdainfully replied to Red Ghost. After this incident, Silver Wolf probably wouldn't dare to accept or challenge Mo Ming again.
Initially determined to defeat Mo Ming since entering this place, Silver Wolf had given up on that idea long ago. Now he couldn't even hope to defeat Mo Ming; he had challenged the current champion more than ten times but ended up getting beaten every single time.
After sparring with Silver Wolf, Mo Ming gained considerable combat experience and techniques from it. For instance, he learned how to throw punches that could deliver lethal attacks without exposing too much vulnerability. Through learning boxing, Mo Ming's own combat system improved significantly.
Many people who practice boxing for over ten years may never grasp its essence. However, for a genius like Mo Ming with a combat-oriented mind, mastering its intricacies didn't take much time at all. In just a few days of effort, Mo Ming used boxing to defeat the former underground fighting champion Silver Wolf.
"Boss, I heard from Silver Wolf that you really gave him a good lesson?" He Yunsong saw Mo Ming practicing punches in the boxing ring and immediately walked over, laughing heartily about Silver Wolf's embarrassing situation.
Upon hearing He Yunsong's voice, Mo Ming stopped practicing and jumped down from the ring to stand beside He Yunsong. "Yeah, Silver Wolf's punches are fierce. I gained a lot of experience from our fight. Ah Yun, I've almost mastered my boxing skills, and next, I plan to learn some techniques from the Wudang Sect!"
He Yunsong's face immediately darkened with black lines. Just moments ago, he had been reveling in Silver Wolf's misfortune, but now he felt quite helpless. Seeing Mo Ming's serious expression, he couldn't help but smile wryly. "Well... that's not too good. To be honest, I only grasped a bit of the basics. If we spar, you definitely won't learn much technique. How about this: I'll teach you the Wudang Sect's skills, and once you've learned them, you can spar with Yong Ge. He has received true teachings from Lord Qian and Fourth Master; sparring with him will surely benefit you greatly!"
After what happened with Silver Wolf, He Yunsong was no longer willing to compete with Mo Ming. He quickly pointed out someone else as a substitute for himself. When it came to the skills of the Wudang Sect and Shaolin, Wu Yong was indeed much stronger than him, so He Yunsong's suggestion wasn't wrong.
"Ah Yun, I've noticed that you're incredibly good at avoiding things. How did I not see this before?" Mo Ming laughed a few times and stroked his chin. "But you're right; Yong Ge's strength is not weak. Sparring with him could teach me a lot!"
"Hehe, boss, there's no time to waste! I'll teach you Tai Chi first. Once you've learned Tai Chi, we can move on to Bagua Palm, and then Xingyi Quan!" Seeing that Mo Ming wasn't looking to spar with him, He Yunsong cheerfully began teaching Mo Ming the Wudang Sect techniques he knew.
Mo Ming didn't waste any time and focused intently on He Yunsong's words, watching his movements as he slowly learned the famous Wudang technique of Tai Chi. This set of movements emphasizes slow movements to counter fast ones and using softness to overcome hardness. It was challenging for Mo Ming to grasp its essence all at once.
For several days in a row, aside from spending evenings wandering around with Murong Lian and the other three women, most of his daytime hours were spent in the gym learning Wudang Sect skills from He Yunsong. The depth of Wudang Sect techniques was profound; if it weren't for Mo Ming's strong comprehension ability, it would likely take him a year or more to master them properly.
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