Dreams and fists shatter the sky

Chapter 223: New Member, Ye An

Ye An finished his conversation with Zhuque.

He walked back to the pavilion under Zhuque's steps, sat on a stone chair surrounded by lush grass, leaned back, and pondered deeply.

"What others do has nothing to do with me. Just because everyone else is cultivating their domains doesn't mean I have to."

At this moment,

Zhuque's words suddenly overlapped with Mengchen's question.

"If we are not sure what we are fighting for, if we haven't grasped that 'point', then we will inevitably be confused, scattered, unable to move forward, always weak."

"What are you fighting for?"

I fight for the fists of humanity, that's the point I should grasp.

Elemental and spiritual cultivation, no matter how good they are, won't excite me.

I just want my fists to have the power to shatter everything.

So the first thing I need to do next is to find Xuanwu!

Get the power of Xuanwu first, then start practicing the Mountain Collapsing Fist!

Thinking of this, he began to act.

Ye An hurried towards where Xuanwu was located, which was quite far away, requiring a day and a night's journey by airship.

During the journey, Ye An was supposed to focus on his cultivation.

But he seemed to have forgotten that he had become a celebrity.

Midway, his airship docked at a landing pad for security checks.

Ye An leaned against the window and could see various shops outside the landing pad, large and small.

Among them was a shop named "Axing Martial Arts Studio", with a large poster on the storefront.

The poster showed himself raising both fists high, facing all enemies directly.

It seemed to have been taken from a TV broadcast at that time.

The angle was excellent.

Reflecting Ye An's profile, his fearless face and the mottled calluses on his fists were all in high definition.

There were quite a few people passing by the martial arts studio.

Everyone would glance at the poster, pointing and chatting, presumably discussing topics related to Ye An's name.

The boss should be called Axing.

He was standing at the door, seeming a bit at a loss, eagerly watching people pass by one after another.

Often he wanted to say "welcome", but before he could speak, the person had already left, leaving him standing there embarrassed in the end.

Outside the busy landing pad.

Restaurants, convenience stores, swordsmanship practice rooms, and other places were packed with people.

Only the martial arts studio was sparsely populated.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, causing Ye An's poster to sway left and right.

The boss quickly took off his gloves, jumped up to fix the poster.

His somewhat desolate expression turned into a smile upon seeing Ye An's face, with a hint of hope in his eyes.

"Is it usually not busy here?"

The boss suddenly turned around, only to see a man standing there with sunglasses, looking a bit arrogant.

He had many things in his heart to say, and Ye An's question opened his floodgates.

Leaning against the door, he sighed, "Far from just 'not busy'."

"There's basically no one."

"At most, someone comes in and asks a couple of questions, like 'Can I train to be like Ye An?'"

"Damn, how would I know?"

The boss couldn't help but complain, "He's a super monster who can spar with the Divine Maimed."

"Even without boxing, he's still a top genius."

"One ordinary person after another comes in asking if they can become like Ye An."

"I can't possibly say yes."

"Once I say it's not possible, they just leave!"

The man with sunglasses chuckled, "Just say yes."

"You're making money, deceiving people left and right."

"Get them to sign up first."

"Nonsense." The boss, Axing, lightly hummed, "I'm not a businessman. I don't do that money-making business. I'm a martial artist who eats based on my skills."

"What if you can't make a living?" Ye An asked again.

"It's this era." Axing shook his head, "It's hard to starve to death nowadays."

"But it's very hard to live well, right?" Ye An said.

"We've been living like this for so many years." Axing sighed, shaking his head, walking back into the dimly lit shop, and said as he walked, "Luckily, summer is over."

"Otherwise, turning on the air conditioner would cost me a fortune."

"Running it all day, it would wipe out 1,200 big oceans in a month!"

He walked to a punching bag, started warming up, shaking, punching, and a smile suddenly appeared on his lost face, "If you're not happy, just punch hard."

"Isn't that right?"

Ye An leaned against the counter, picked up the membership application form placed on it, and started writing with a pen.

The boss turned around, smiling, "Brother, are you joining?"

"I knew you also practice boxing."

"I can see the calluses on your fists."

Ye An smiled back at him, "Yeah."

"I haven't been busy with work lately, so I can come and play."

The boss also didn't step forward, asking while punching, "What do you do?"

"In this day and age, it's not easy for boxers to make money."

"Do you still have spare money to play here?" Ye An whispered, "I'm in a match."

"Go to Octagon Tower, right?"

"Almost." Axing said again, "Boxers and boxers' Octagon matches are not well watched."

"Don't fight with boxers." Ye An replied.

Axing was shocked, "Are you fighting big melee? How do you fight with swordsmen and gunmen? It's too dangerous. I've fought once or twice and almost didn't come back alive."

At this point, Ye An stopped writing and turned back to see Axing laughing, "I'll teach you a trick to beat swordsmen and gunmen with your long hand."

"I'm wiping? Is it true?" Axing is full of surprises and disbelief.

"I'll teach you once, and you'll watch it."

Then he stood by Axing's side and performed a complete set of Taiji boxing in a flowing manner.

Axing frowning, carefully watching, always felt that the boxing was a bit familiar, as if seen somewhere recently.

Finally, Ye An's "星台" suddenly rang.

He filled the right arm with strength and sent out the last punch.

"Bang!"

The sandbag exploded!

Axing was stunned.

Ye An picked up the "星台", quickly said, "Okay, okay, I'll go back."

After that, he pointed to the ceiling, "There's monitoring over there. If you don't see it once, practice a few more times according to the monitoring."

"Ah?" Axing quickly returned to God, "Big brother, are you really leaving?"

"Yes, my ship is about to leave, and I... my friend is urging me." Ye An said.

"Girlfriend?" Axing smirked, "Your boxing is better than me, but I have more experience in this martial arts world. Your expression, you've been seen through in a moment."

"Haven't confirmed the relationship yet?"

"Why?"

"Do the parents disagree?"

Ye An choked twice and said, "Difference... about the same."

Axing sighed, "Normal, whose parents think we're fighters, when I met my ex-girlfriend's parents, they didn't directly say they despised me, saying let me pay a down payment within three years."

"How could I afford it?"

"No way, practicing boxing delayed the girl."

"But you're different. Your boxing skills are great. Maybe you can earn more money."

He patted Ye An's shoulder.

Ye An nodded, hurried back, but suddenly stopped at the door.

He pointed to Ye An's poster and said, "You said if Ye An's fists really can beat all the geniuses in the world."

"Will boxing no longer be discriminated against?"

Axing laughed, "Nonsense!"

"More than 20 years ago, gunmen were prosperous, but because of a silver gun white horse gunmen monster, right?"

"If Ye An really can be stronger, then we can all rely on his blessings to live a little better."

Ye An said seriously, "I will work hard."

After that, he hurriedly turned and entered the constantly honking spaceship.

Axing stood still.

Will you work hard?

What does that mean?

He walked to the counter in a daze.

There was a pile of cash there, which made Axing a bit at a loss. He thought that membership would not use so much.

He quickly picked up the membership form filled out by the guy and looked at the contact information column, preparing to contact him for a refund.

But it wasn't written.

This puzzled Axing.

Then he continued to look up.

New member.

Name: Ye An.