Chapter 477: Coach

Hei Huan City.

Inside Fang Xing's rented apartment.

Numerous food bags were carelessly tossed on the floor; Fang Xing's muscles rippled as he sweated profusely.

"Eat!"

"The first step in martial training is to eat!"

He pressed one finger to the ground, his body suspended in an odd posture, breathing at a peculiar rhythm.

Breath… inhale…

"A strong physique naturally means strong blood and qi; with sufficient spirit, you can interfere with the flow of blood and qi—this is the foundation of martial arts!"

Any flesh-and-blood life has flowing blood and qi.

Thus, martial arts have extraordinary universality!

It's just that in different worlds, their manifestations may vary.

In a purely mundane world without magic, one might simply be stronger than ordinary people, yet still need to be cautious against firearms.

In a medium-magic world, one could stand alone against an army, striking fear across the land.

In a high-magic world, a single thought could create a world—or erase a Dao until it was worn to nothing…

"Judging by this, this world is most likely non-magical, or at most low-magic?"

Fang Xing felt a pang of regret.

"If a Chaos Dao Master of the Fourteenth Realm came here, it would make no difference… because the Dao eternally exists in all time and space—their Dao can flow unimpeded through every world…"

This world may lack magic, but if it had no Dao of time-space, no Qiankun, how could it even exist?

Alas… for a Heavenly Immortal Master, if one cannot perceive the fluctuations of the Dao, it is utterly useless.

A Fourteenth Realm cultivator could roam unchecked here, even creating or erasing worlds with a thought; a Thirteenth Realm might as well be an ordinary person.

A single realm difference means a chasm between heaven and earth.

"The path of martial arts lies in physique and spirit…"

Fang Xing exhaled a long breath, ending today's training.

"I am not truly an ordinary person… though my transcendence cannot manifest outwardly, my awakened innate essence can still stir a trace of the extraordinary…"

Like my own martial will!

Like the Great Sun Tathagata Spell!

Though both are drastically weakened, they have made his digestion and physical performance extraordinarily advanced—after eating large amounts of food and training, his results far surpass those of ordinary people.

He is now practically at the peak of human limits!

"My current punch strength is around five hundred kilograms—enough to kill a man…"

Fang Xing clenched his fist.

Of course, martial arts are not merely about punching power.

Once he channels the full strength of his entire body, his explosive power and agility are comprehensively enhanced.

Combined with firearms and the use of complex terrain, even a small military unit could be tied up for a long time, suffering heavy losses—and possibly retreat voluntarily!

After all, people are not machines; if a unit's casualty rate exceeds ten to twenty percent, it may collapse entirely!

Especially when facing unknown and mysterious enemies!

"Fear… is also a kind of power."

"Right now, I have just enough self-defense capability to begin exploring this world's transcendence…"

Fang Xing pulled on a pitch-black trench coat and prepared to leave.

As for Hei Huan Private Mechanical Academy? He had taken leave.

Due to his previous reputation as a model student, Meng Naqi not only approved it quickly but also asked a few concerned questions, offering to help.

…

"Storm Strike Club?"

Fang Xing looked up at the sign and walked inside.

The club was two stories high; at the front desk, a woman with long black straight hair handled reception.

Seeing Fang Xing enter, she immediately flashed a professional smile: "Welcome, sir. Would you like to join our strike club? Right now, signing up comes with a discount—prepay one hundred Hei Su, and we'll give you an additional twenty Hei Su free, usable for nutritional meals, shower facilities, or hiring a private coach…"

She spoke with perfect fluency—clearly she had repeated this script countless times.

"Membership card? I never sign up for those—what if the owner runs off?"

Fang Xing's face was icy.

Such prepaid consumption was like financial speculation—you thought you were getting a deal, but they were just eyeing your principal.

Besides, he wasn't here to become a disciple.

The receptionist's smile froze.

This kind of talk didn't sound like someone here to learn.

"Call your strongest person out—I'm here to challenge your club!"

Fang Xing smiled, revealing white teeth.

To investigate whether this world held transcendence, besides asking around the black market, he had no choice but to test each club one by one.

If there was martial transcendence here, he would surely find it.

…

A dozen minutes later.

Around the ring at Storm Strike Club.

"This kid… came to challenge us?"

A white giant crossed his arms and sneered.

He was the coach, Jarvis, wearing a semi-transparent sweatshirt that strained to contain his arms, each as thick as a man's thigh.

In a non-magical world, greater weight meant greater strength—a clear advantage!

A heavyweight champion and a lightweight champion were entirely different beasts.

Jarvis glanced at Fang Xing's build and mentally sentenced him to defeat.

When technique cannot decisively overpower, physical baseline data becomes the greatest gap.

Thud!

At that moment, Fang Xing delivered a high kick, sending a young man in a white training uniform flying.

"Is this the level of your club's coaches? I'm deeply disappointed…"

He shook his head, looking genuinely regretful.

"Too arrogant."

A coach leapt onto the ring: "Let me, Rek, handle you."

He assumed a stance, and an inexplicable aura immediately gathered.

"It's Rek's Tangshou technique!" Jarvis nodded. Rek was his fellow coach—and even slightly stronger than him.

He not only had physical advantages but also superior technique!

Thud! Thud!

Rek clenched his fists and suddenly threw a punch.

His punch was close-range, explosive, with cracking knuckles and specialized technique.

Fang Xing casually deflected it—Rek's fist landed on empty air.

But at that moment, Fang Xing felt an indescribable slippery force along Rek's wrist.

This was no transcendence—just a skill honed to perfection!

"Flowing Wrist!"

Rek's wrist slid, knuckles cracking, as if his fingers had suddenly extended several inches, jabbing toward Fang Xing's ribs.

This was a technique from Tongbei Quan!

Fang Xing retracted his finger and flicked lightly.

Pop!

Like striking the vital spot of a snake, Rek's fingers instantly recoiled, his face twisting with pain.

"What technique was that? I've lost…"

He turned pale and stepped off the ring.

"Coach Jarvis, it's your turn."

Nearby students and coaches immediately turned their gazes to Jarvis.

The white giant now had beads of sweat on his forehead: "I… I've got a stomachache. Need to use the restroom…"

Saying this, he clutched his belly and fled the scene as fast as he could…

…

Steel Fighting Club.

Thud!

Fang Xing casually punched a massive black man, resembling a gorilla, unconscious, then looked around: "Anyone else?"

One by one, burly fighting enthusiasts stepped back, revealing a floor littered with groaning bodies.

Fei Niao Martial Arts Hall, Xuan Xin Strike Club…

In just a few days, Fang Xing had challenged every strike club in Hei Huan City—and now stood undefeated.

Even in the fighting world, rumors about him began to spread gradually.

"It's been this long… and still no transcendent martial artist has come to find me?"

"Aren't martial arts schools always united? Don't they send bigger ones after the smaller ones get beaten?"

Fang Xing walked down an alley, holding a hot dog, utterly speechless.

At that moment, several figures appeared ahead.

"That's him!"

"The one who challenged the dojo."

A teenager with bruised cheeks pointed at Fang Xing, his expression excited.

Behind him followed several burly men in black uniforms.

"Huh? Again? Too bad they're not the opponents I'm looking for."

Fang Xing sighed.

After days of challenging dojos, he had harmed the interests of the entire Black Ring City fighting world and encountered several powerful figures' "advice."

But their words lacked force—they ended up being persuaded by him instead.

After surpassing human limits, his senses were sharp; he couldn't be ambushed by large numbers.

As for a few elite martial artists?

Fang Xing wasn't the least bit afraid—he actually hoped to draw out true transcendent martial artists, to glimpse this world's path to transcendence.

Unfortunately, he hadn't seen a single transcendent martial artist, not even many true elites.

After all, no matter how good your fighting is, it's no match for a revolver.

Even Fang Xing himself had always been wary of being shot in the back.

But this time wasn't a back-alley shooting—it looked more like some rich young master bringing his bodyguards for revenge.

The uniformed men closed in; the teenager stepped forward, face flushed, fists clenched…

Suddenly!

He bent sharply at a ninety-degree angle and shouted: "Coach! I want to learn fighting! Please teach me!"

Fang Xing: "..."

A moment later.

Inside a street-side café.

Fang Xing slowly sipped his hot cocoa: "So, your name is Shi Lei? Heir to the Shi Corporation?"

The Shi Corporation held immense influence in Black Ring City, primarily operating in food distribution.

The more fundamental the business—energy, food, and the like—the more terrifying the background and power required to run it.

Fang Xing had no objection to leveraging their power to accomplish certain tasks.

"Yes, but I have several older brothers… I love fighting. When I saw your punch that day, it was so cool!"

Shi Lei had sharp features and a simple expression, acting like an eager fan.

"Teaching you isn't out of the question… but my private lessons are very expensive."

Fang Xing finished his hot cocoa: "Also… I'm deeply interested in ancient mysticism. If you can find any clues or people related to it, I'll give you a gift that will surprise you."

After saying this, he left a black card beneath his coffee cup and walked out of the café.

"Young Master!"

After Fang Xing left, one of the bodyguards stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

"I need all the information about him—of course, no tailing, no overt surveillance…"

Shi Lei lowered his voice; he truly loved fighting, but that didn't mean he'd accept strangers without caution.

"Cautious probing, without provoking that gentleman… I understand."

The bodyguard bowed; such families had established procedures for such matters—following protocol minimized major mistakes.

(End of Chapter)