C241 What Kind of Martial Arts Was the Real Thing
C241 What Kind of Martial Arts Was the Real Thing
He didn't have a strong body, but he could unleash such a terrifying power. Could this be the legendary peerless expert hiding in the marketplace?
The fiery gaze he gave Chen Feng made Xia Yuling's pretty face stiffen.
Could it be that this muscular man was gay?
"Cough." The muscular man saw that she had clearly misunderstood and hurriedly coughed. He awkwardly looked away.
"Well, brother, your throwing knife just now was quite powerful. Can you teach me? It's not a problem to pay for the apprenticeship fee."
Chen Feng turned his head slightly and looked at him. "You want to learn?"
"Of course I want to!" The muscular man saw Chen Feng respond to him and quickly walked forward with a smile on his face. He stopped in front of Chen Feng.
"Look at my muscles. They are all trained."
"But, I don't have any real skills, so I want to learn a few skills from you."
Chen Feng looked at him up and down and asked with amusement, "You want to learn real martial arts? In your heart, what kind of martial arts are the real ones?"
The muscular man could not help but be stunned and fell into deep thought.
What kind of martial arts is the real one?
This seemingly simple question made it difficult for him to answer for a moment.
Martial arts to strengthen one's physique? A fighting technique? Or a killing technique? Or Kung Fu?
What kind of real kungfu did he want to learn?
His body was so good, his life was so good, and he was in a modern society. He didn't need to fight and kill, so he learned to pretend to be cool?
If he could not even figure out what he really wanted, how would Chen Feng teach him?
He looked down at the ejector knife and suddenly understood. He looked up at Chen Feng and said firmly,
"A martial art that can allow one to surpass the limits of one's body is a true martial art!"
Chen Feng smiled and asked again, "Then why do you want to exceed the limits of your body?"
The muscular man became nervous. His forehead and palms were sweating. He replied with a trembling voice, "I've heard of Cultivator. I really want to become a Cultivator."
He had already enjoyed the benefits brought by wealth. He was even a little tired of it.
It was only when he occasionally heard that there was a small number of people in this world who possessed terrifying powers that mortals could not hope to reach, that he became a little interested.
However, before he had truly experienced it, he had always scoffed at those so-called terrifying powers.
It was only until today that he finally believed in the existence of the Cultivator.
Now, he was like a prisoner waiting for the final trial, feeling uneasy and even fearful.
"I can give you a chance. Whether you can grasp it or not will depend on yourself."
Chen Feng's words finally made him heave a sigh of relief. He nodded and said, "Alright, I'm willing to risk my life and gamble!"
Chen Feng's evaluation of him increased once again.
If the muscular man hadn't stood up and had no conflict with the red-haired man, he wouldn't have given him this chance.
The red-haired man's actions were undoubtedly repulsive, but there weren't many people who dared to go up and argue with him.
Most people would choose to protect themselves.
After all, the red-haired man had a strong background to be able to take out the VIP card of the amusement park.
"Chen Feng, you want to take in disciples again?" Xia Yuling looked at Chen Feng with a strange expression.
Chen Feng looked at the muscular man and smiled gently. "At most, he is an in-name disciple. He is not a real disciple."
Xia Yuling could not help but be speechless. What was the difference?
Of course there was.
If he really became Chen Feng's disciple, he would definitely become an Immortal cultivator just like Xia Yuling and the others, not a Cultivator.
The difference between them was no different from heaven and earth, clouds and mud.