Ren Yuanhao had lost all sleepiness, while in a certain apartment building, a woman with a slender waist, long legs, and a toned abdomen was also tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
This person was Shen Lan Ni.
Shen Lan Ni was still recalling the training session that had lasted for five hours not long ago.
"Ren Yuanhao, this kid, has such high talent, and I've worked with him for so long, yet I never noticed."
Shen Lan Ni had already sensed something unusual about his skills when he snatched the necklace back from the thief with a mere brush of his body. She understood it even more profoundly when she actually began teaching him some practical combat techniques.
His techniques were indeed a blank slate, but in terms of strength, agility, and prediction, he was in no way inferior to Jiang Cheng.
Many times, after she had demonstrated a move only three times, and before she could even explain its intricacies, Ren Yuanhao would pinpoint the key element and immediately execute it with remarkable proficiency!
"If there were enough time, that kid surnamed Jiang might not be able to gain any advantage against him."
Shen Lan Ni turned off the small night light and sighed to herself. Clearly, she believed that time was the biggest enemy at the moment.
"This silly boy, he looks quite manly when he's trying his best."
...
Ren Yuanhao's mood was not very good. He had finished reading the general outline of the 'Azure Sea Tide' cultivation method and had even begun practicing it with relative smoothness, but the results were minimal.
"If I could go back twenty years, I would shoulder the responsibility of saving the world myself."
Ren Yuanhao gave himself a self-deprecating smile and continued practicing. Before he knew it, the sky had brightened considerably.
He turned on the television, and the Ai Shen City channel was broadcasting news related to the Martial Arts Association competition. Various martial arts families, grandmasters, and contestants appeared one after another before the cameras. The venues had all been set up, awaiting the drumbeats to signal the start the next morning.
"So many people, the rewards must be quite substantial."
Ren Yuanhao was actually not interested in the rewards, nor did he dare to harbor any expectations. After all, masters from Ai Shen City and even the surrounding areas would be converging here. Without a hard-fought battle, no one could expect to achieve victory smoothly.
Today was his last day for practice and reinforcement. He did not want to take any more orders.
"Miss," Ren Yuanhao deliberately lowered his voice to an extremely gentle tone, making it sound somewhat fawning, and only after the system responded did he continue, "Can I ask for leave today?"
"In principle, no."
Ren Yuanhao's expression turned black. He once again adopted a more fawning tone and said coyly, "Miss, look, I'm participating in the Martial Arts Association competition tomorrow. You wouldn't want to see me beaten black and blue, would you? It's fine if I lose face, but if I get hurt, wouldn't that be like you getting hit in the face?"
"That makes some sense. The push notifications for messages and links will be suspended today, but within seven days, messages and links can only be suspended for one day. Manage your time wisely."
Ren Yuanhao's expression finally improved upon hearing this. He then called Shen Lan Ni and booked a full day of training.
The sky was already bright, but a hazy mist lingered over the entire city like a ghostly specter, casting a somber mood upon people.
He put on his clothes and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered Zhang Ying Fang next door. Yesterday, his words had been rather harsh, and he might have hurt the maiden's feelings.
However, he did not regret it. Zhang Ying Fang had already lost her beloved. If he had rashly agreed to her, and his time came, he feared Zhang Ying Fang would completely break down.
It was better to be resolute for a moment than to ruin a person's life.
His hand paused at Zhang Ying Fang's door; he ultimately did not knock.
Both of them held their own thoughts, but chose silence.
...
Ren Yuanhao walked through the city veiled in thin mist, an unprecedented sense of alienation washing over him. The people walking along the streets blurred into distorted shadows, as if walking in the underworld.
He had initially thought that arriving so early, the taekwondo dojang would likely not be open yet, but to his surprise, the dojang was bustling with activity!
"It's only a little past eight o'clock. Could it be that business has declined recently, and these guys are pumped up on adrenaline, preparing to desperately boost their performance?"
This was clearly illogical.
He walked through the mist and, as he stepped onto the stairs, he saw a group of men dressed uniformly in black blocking the exit of the taekwondo dojang.
"Did something happen?"
Ren Yuanhao frowned slightly. Just as he was about to enter the main door, he was stopped by a burly man.
"Hey, are you part of this damn taekwondo dojang?"
The burly man looked like a sumo wrestler, only lacking the diaper.
"No."
"If not, get lost."
Ren Yuanhao smiled outwardly but cursed inwardly. He didn't want trouble and was about to earnestly try to persuade the other party to be kind, when unexpectedly, the other person began to push him!
But the next scene made the man in front of him even more astonished.
Ren Yuanhao stood there as if he were unaffected, not moving an inch!
The burly man looked at his hand, his eyes filled with disbelief, and felt even more bewildered: How is this kid like a wall?
Ren Yuanhao himself naturally didn't understand, but since the other party had already made a move, he was determined to retaliate!
He dusted off his clothes, his lips curling slightly upwards, a proud yet dismissive smirk gracing his face, and said coldly, "Try touching me again?"
The burly man had just suffered a setback. Two or three other people turned their heads to look. These were his fellow disciples, and they always competed fiercely with each other during their martial arts practice, never getting along well. It was evident they wanted to see him embarrassed. With a resolute heart, he gathered all his strength and swung a "Double Dragon Emerging from the Sea" punch at Ren Yuanhao!
Ren Yuanhao saw the powerful fist wind, which stung his face. Knowing the ferocity and force of this move, he immediately dodged to the right. His movement was so fast, it was like a specter, the fist wind brushing past his nose.
The burly man had put too much force into his punch and couldn't retract it, stumbling out of the door in a pathetic manner. This immediately drew bursts of laughter from his fellow disciples. However, these few laughs instantly broke the tense atmosphere inside!
"Which bastards are laughing behind me!"
The voice was full of energy, deep as a drum. The dozen or so black-clad strongmen fell silent and simultaneously shifted their gaze towards the entrance.
Having suffered another loss, the burly man couldn't bear to lose face. He stomped his foot heavily and charged at Ren Yuanhao like a wild bull!