Chapter 281: Ready

“Stupid punk, I’m not done with you yet!”

“Idiot, don’t leave! Keep fighting! Come on!”

“Stupid punk, don’t be arrogant. I haven’t even used up half of my skills today yet. Next time, you won’t be so lucky!”

“Dumbass, if it wasn’t for Tong Tong, you’d lose both your lands today!”

“Idiot, are you not satisfied? Come on, let’s go again!”

“Fine, dumbass. Who’s afraid of who!”

Yang Feng and Lao Hei both laid on the floor as the other two taunted one another, panting from exhaustion. They tapped the powder off their hands and helped each other to stand.

Keep fighting? Can you even stand up?

“Dumb punk, if you have balls come again tomorrow. I’ll destroy you!”

“Idiot, if you don’t come tomorrow then you’re a coward. Watch me break you!”

The two who had been pulled apart were still screaming threats at each other. Lao Hei was diligent though and ran over to open the doors to the practice room. In a moment, the argument between them suddenly stopped.

Wu Ji wanted to save face; how could he let others know that he’d fought evenly with Meng Fan? How would he live!

Meng Fan wimped out, too… How could he let other people know that he fought with Wu Ji again? What would happen if Wu Tong found out!

“How about it? Isn’t he talented?”

Yang Feng and Wu Ji returned to the office, eyes gleaming. “If this kid doesn’t go professional, it would be a huge pity! Ji Bro, no matter what, you have to find a way to make this kid go pro. He’s barely learned anything yet and he’s already at this level. If you give him a month — no, half a month — I’ll bet he could beat everyone in the MMA circle. With a few more months of practice, he could fight in UFC no problem!”

MMA was comprehensive fighting, while UFC was the ultimate championship for this category. At the moment, it is the world’s largest professional MMA tournament.

Wu Ji glanced at Yang Feng and smiled coldly. “Okay, put those thoughts away. That dumb punk said he wasn’t interested, so don’t try to force him or trick him again.”

He originally planned to train Meng Fan in MMA fighting, since he did possess the talent and potential, which would be wasted otherwise. But Meng Fan had rejected, so Wu Ji did not want to pursue.

After the news of Meng Fan and Wu Tong holding hands was revealed yesterday, he lost the urge completely. He understood Meng Fan; the stupid punk had a decent tolerance, so there’s no point forcing him to follow this path if he wasn’t interested.

He didn’t want his precious sister to hate him, or worse, be worried.

To be honest, even if Meng Fan was willing, he wasn’t.

He stood up and headed for the shower attached to his office. Afterwards, he called a professional massage therapist.

This punk didn’t hold back!

“You’re so badass, Master Meng!”

Lao Hei said as he massaged Meng Fan’s joints, helping him relax. He continued to boast. “You really provoked Ji Bro to an extreme! Badass, you’re such a badass! Ji Bro just now used every technique he had in his arsenal, aside from hitting and kicking, and he still couldn’t suppress you! Respect, man! You got my respect!”

“So, Seventh Bro really only used half of his skills?” Meng Fan asked.

Lao Hei laughed. “Depends how you look at it. If you can’t deal with hitting and kicking, he could have gotten by just using ten percent of his skills. But if you can handle it, then it means nothing. Of course, Ji Bro’s fist is very harsh and alive. Even if he idly exchanged fists with you, you’d be in big trouble.”

“Lao Hei, only my capture technique can be used in combat. Can you teach me some wrestling moves?” Meng Fan interrupted.

“What, you really want to learn?” Lao Hei asked.

Meng Fan nodded. “Seventh Bro will definitely come in tomorrow, I can’t miss out!”

“This isn’t good, is it?”

Lao Hei heard this and began to chuckle. To be honest, he got a kick from watching Wu Ji get beat up. Normally, he would never witness such a scene!

“it’s just that my submission, grounding, and capture skills are average, so I’m afraid I can’t teach you well.”

“It’s alright, you can just teach me the basics.”

“No problem, then. But Master Meng, let’s agree now. If you learn this, you’ll only use it on Ji Bro and not on me!”

“Of course!”

After taking a well deserved break, Lao Hei began to teach Meng Fan the surrender technique. Meng Fan was a fast learner and didn’t request to learn too much. He only needed to learn two or three moves in depth. After learning them, he could rely on his other “wrestling skills” to gain experience from sparring with Lao Hei. As long as he could complete the task and gain the +10 Wrestling Skills attribute, it would be easy to go back and learn the more difficult moves.

Half an hour later…

“Master Meng, you’re not keeping your word!”

“F*ck, let go of me!”

Thump thump thump!

Meng Fan had learned two types of ground level submission techniques, the two most basic ones. One of them was a riding technique and the other was a side riding technique along with a lateral suppression. It sounded simpler to exert dominance from behind, but it required a good posture.

As Lao Hei thumped the ground, the experience for [Wrestling Competition Tyrant] becan to skyrocket.

In the blink of an eye, several days had passed, with Meng Fan spending all of his mornings and afternoons at the dojo.

Everyday, he would spar with Wu Ji. To be honest, even men like Meng Fan who weren’t interested in combat felt very good, since through the process of fighting with Wu Ji, he was able to gain a lot of combat experience.

As for the experience for [Wrestling Competition Tyrant], he was able to pass most of the fights and gain experience. Of course, when Lao Hei couldn’t handle him anymore, he would still ask others to substitute.

Lao Hei was still very willing to train with Meng Fan, though. Aside from the lucrative fees and Meng Fan’s attitude, he was learning a lot as well.

From a capturing perspective, Lao Hei felt as if he’d been reborn in the last few days. Although he continued to get pummeled by Meng Fan, it also allowed him to gain precious experience. After experiencing being captured by Meng Fan, Lao Hei felt like the number of people who could capture him now was plummeting!

The same was true about grounding skills as well. His technique had improved greatly during their training.

“Ding!”

At 10:00 a.m. on December 9th, Meng Fan was able to complete the task and gain the title [Wrestling Competition Tyrant], despite wrestling being way more difficult than capturing, and despite the high energy consumption it took to fight with Wu Ji everyday.

“Ding! You’ve completed the task [Wrestling Competition Tyrant], receiving the title [Wrestling Competition Tyrant] (Wrestling Skills +10, Strength +3)”

Next, it was time to ask Lao Hei to teach him some advanced techniques and experiment with his newly added attributes.

Once he was able to fully transition his skills, Lao Hei was done for.

“Why are you so f*cked up! You’ve only been learning the basics for a few days, but you pick up everything so fast. Even gods aren’t as efficient as you! Master Meng, tell me honestly, are you popping off?”

“You realized? Hahahaha!”

Meng Fan sat on top of Lao Hei to massage and relax his muscles. Lao Hei was such a great experience booster, he can’t afford to beat him to death.

Once he earned the title of [Wrestling Competition Tyrant], he was ready.

At this point, if an accident were to happen, then it would really be his own fault!