Chapter 44

Take Xia Rou and Xia Yu home.

Song Mo began practicing martial arts.

Bruce quickly noticed Song Mo's changes.

He exclaimed:

"Boss, what exactly happened to you?"

Only one day had passed.

Yet the change was extremely obvious!

In combat skills, Song Mo still learned as quickly as before, but the issue wasn't there.

What truly astonished Bruce was Song Mo's mastery of force.

Anyone who truly studies martial arts knows force exists; generally, it's divided into Ming Jin and An Jin, with no superiority between the two.

In Huaguo's history, only one person throughout time was universally recognized for perfecting Ming Jin—Xiang Yu, the Western Chu Overlord!

Those famed for An Jin were usually reclusive masters, extremely low-key, well-versed in assassination and covert killing.

Legends also speak of Hua Jin, but whether it truly exists remains unconfirmed; all who possess Hua Jin are invariably Grandmasters.

Bruce had trained for years and had only mastered the technique of generating Ming Jin—yet this alone made him one of the world's top combatants!

But.

Just now, during his sparring with Song Mo,

he clearly felt Song Mo use a refined method of neutralizing force!

There was a shift in the force itself!

Had he figured it out on his own?

Bruce's gaze at Song Mo changed completely.

"Boss, I really envy people like you. Sure, you're rich—I'm not interested in money—but you've mastered the very thing I most desire."

"Talent! Damn talent!"

"Fuck, do you know how long I trained before I even understood force? But you, just starting out, your body instinctively uses it."

Bruce felt like he'd eaten an entire string of sour grapes.

He made no effort to hide his envious, jealous stare.

Song Mo paused slightly, thinking for a moment.

He had indeed felt much easier handling Bruce just now—likely because of practicing the Five Animals Play.

Song Mo pondered for a while.

He stared at Bruce.

Bruce's butt clenched tight; his face turned pale as he said:

"Boss, do people in Huaguo really like doing this?"

"This won't do! I'm a straight man through and through!"

It seemed Bruce had endured plenty of perverted harassment in Europe.

Moderate exercise attracts the opposite sex.

Excessive exercise attracts the same sex.

Song Mo's face darkened: "Bruce, if you keep acting like this disgusting, over-the-top nonsense, I'll fire you right now!"

"I'm not interested in you! Not interested in men at all!"

"Boss, you're making it sound like I'm not even a man."

Bruce shrugged.

"Alright, Boss, I was just joking. Don't take it seriously."

Song Mo snapped:

"Don't make pointless, stupid jokes!"

"Bruce, are you a famous combatant or martial artist?"

Bruce replied: "Not bad—I've got a face people recognize in the circle, but I'm not exactly famous."

"I want to establish a sect. What do you think?"

Song Mo asked bluntly.

Bruce's expression was priceless!

"Boss, are you sure you're not joking?"

"I can see you have serious martial dao talent, but founding a sect isn't some game—you need people to know you."

In other words, you need to go fight everywhere.

Song Mo clearly understood this.

"I remember there's a Global Martial Arts Tournament in Piaoliang Guo, right?"

"Li Xiaolong stunned the world at the Global Martial Arts Tournament, dazzling everyone and winning over every Martial Arts Master present with his skill!"

"His influence spread worldwide—he was 'the most recognized Asian by Europeans,' with statues of him everywhere. The United States declared June 8th as Li Xiaolong Day, and in Bosnia, a predominantly Muslim country, Li Xiaolong defeated both the president and Gandhi to become the sole statue in Central Park!"

"Such influence is truly enviable."

Compared to Piano, following Li Xiaolong's path was clearly another vital way for Song Mo to rapidly expand his influence.

Bruce looked at Song Mo as if he were insane—he thought his boss was utterly delusional.

"Boss, I have to tell you: there's only one Li Xiaolong in this world."

Song Mo declared firmly:

"Yes, there's only one Li Xiaolong in this world—but there will be another powerful martial artist who inherits his spirit, spreading kung fu to the entire world!"

Bruce didn't want to say more.

He still sneered inside.

This Huaguo boss was far too young.

Who hasn't been young and impetuous?

But such arrogance, he had never seen before.

Song Mo seemed to see through Bruce's thoughts.

He smiled mysteriously.

"Bruce, I know facts speak louder than words—let time tell you the result."

As the system alert sounded.

The proficiency of 【Combat Novice】 was finally maxed out.

【Combat Beginner: 1/1000】

Song Mo exhaled softly.

During the subsequent sparring session.

Bruce was astonished by Song Mo's masterful basic combat techniques.

This could not possibly be the proficiency of someone who had never touched Combat before!

Bruce could not help but marvel.

This was undoubtedly the most gifted martial artist he had ever seen!

But he still did not believe Song Mo could surpass Li Xiaolong, for martial arts were truly mysterious—you might display extraordinary talent early on.

But once you reached a certain height, a bottleneck might arise, becoming a mountain you could never cross in a lifetime!

Bruce sighed.

"Li Xiaolong will be the pinnacle for a hundred years; no one can surpass him in a short time."

Yet with such martial talent, as Song Mo's coach, Bruce was satisfied, so he focused intently and taught him Combat techniques with care.

…

At dinner time.

Song Wanrou returned from school.

She had already seen the car parked outside.

She knew Song Mo had come back.

Song Mo had just stepped out of the shower.

After training Combat, he was drenched in sweat, so he had to shower again.

Wearing a bathrobe, Song Mo looked languid.

"Brother, are you free tomorrow?"

"The teacher said you need to go see her."

Song Wanrou was referring to Xia Shuqin.

Song Mo nodded slightly.

"I'll go. After all, it was thanks to Teacher Xia Shuqin's help that the public opinion settled so quickly."

It was a pity.

Although Leng Wanqiu had withdrawn the water army and rumors.

But Song Mo could not make her pay—Leng Family's depth was simply too great, while Song Family's foundation was far too shallow in comparison.

"By the way, sis, Mom and Dad are coming home soon."

Song Mo casually wiped his hair.

He told Song Wanrou the news.

(End of Chapter)