Lin Wan chuckled, "Lu Zheng, stop teasing Lingling."
She turned her gaze to Jiang Lingling, "Lu Zheng isn’t just into fitness."
"Is he into martial arts too?" Jiang Lingling blinked her big eyes and reached out to touch Lu Zheng’s arm, "Feels soft."
Lu Zheng couldn’t help but shrink back, letting out a dry laugh.
This Jiang Lingling was quite pretty too, but there was an uncanny sense of familiarity about her, as if her appearance was a patchwork of several big celebrities.
Lin Wan had a smile on her lips; this Jiang Lingling was the last girl to speak in the group chat just now, and she came over pretending to be naïve just to flirt with Lu Zheng.
But Lin Wan didn’t mind; when it came to competing with Jiang Lingling, she was absolutely confident.
"Jiang Lingling!" Jiang Lingling reached out her hand.
"Lu Zheng." Lu Zheng extended his hand and gave Jiang Lingling a gentle shake before quickly letting go.
"Sister Wanwan, is Lu Zheng very skilled?"
Lin Wan nodded, "He’s better than me, that’s why I asked him to teach me."
Jiang Lingling immediately jumped at the chance, "Then can you teach me too?"
"Haha!" Lu Zheng let out a dry laugh, "You don’t have the basics, you won’t learn it."
Jiang Lingling was about to say more, but Lin Wan quickly interrupted, "Alright, let’s go to the boxing area, warm up first, then we’ll get on stage and let you see my skills."
Lin Wan led Lu Zheng to the boxing area, with Jiang Lingling eagerly following behind. As the three of them walked, they were met with various curious gazes, and Lu Zheng felt a deep sense of resentment directed at him.
It was a kind of resentment for the injustice of the world, which Lu Zheng thoroughly enjoyed.
"Wanwan girl, who is this?"
The question came from a man who appeared to be in his thirties.
"Lu Zheng, my friend."
"Here for martial arts?"
"Oh, what? Really?" The man was surprised.
After all, Lin Wan was a regular in the boxing area, her skills were just below those of the director, and she often sparred with other skilled individuals. It was the first time she said she needed someone to teach her.
They passed by the man and arrived at the area around the boxing ring.
"Want to give it a try?"
The area around the ring was relatively open, with five or six sandbags hanging nearby, and a pendulum; Lu Zheng even saw two wooden stakes.
"No need." Lu Zheng shook his head.
"Then I’ll warm up first."
Lin Wan smiled, then positioned herself, her body slowly rising and falling, rolling her neck, circling her arms, twisting her waist, and pressing down her hips.
Lu Zheng was observing the surroundings instead.
A group of people nearby, however, were watching him.
"Brother, are you into martial arts too?" The man who spoke earlier followed up.
Could it be that I’ve been cultivating a Martial Dao Technique from another ancient world?
"What do you mean by sort of?" The man looked Lu Zheng up and down, his eyes flashing with doubt, "Brother, you’re not practicing taekwondo, are you?"
Taekwondo has been flourishing in Hua Country and is known for its supposedly impressive combat power. Because it’s originally from Korea, it’s often scorned by some local martial arts enthusiasts.
So, the man looked at Lu Zheng, who was fair and delicate, with a calm demeanor, suspecting that Lu Zheng was a "master" trained in taekwondo.
"I’m not." Lu Zheng grinned.
Although Lu Zheng wasn’t particularly impressed with taekwondo’s so-called practical abilities, the fact that it was so popular meant it had its merits and shouldn’t be outright dismissed.
For example, the clear distinction of ranks, the fast results, the style, and so on.
"Old Du!" A gruff voice sounded from behind Lu Zheng, "Is this the young man Lin Wan brought?"
Upon hearing the voice, Lu Zheng turned around and saw a towering figure stride over.
Standing over 1.9 meters tall, with broad shoulders and thick arms, he looked like a human-shaped beast. If it weren’t for modern building materials being strong, placed in an ancient tower, he might have made the wooden floors creak.
As his gaze moved upwards, this black tower’s face came into view.
Dark eyebrows, big eyes, a square nose, wide mouth, and a broad face covered in stubble.
Lu Zheng’s initial impression was summed up in a few words: Big! Black! Crude!
The man was the owner of the martial arts and fitness club, Lv Tieling.
Since the place was originally a martial arts gym, he was accustomed to being called the director.
By this time, Lin Wan had finished warming up and came over to greet him.
"Lin Wan, your friend? Also into martial arts?" Lv Tieling asked.
"Yes." Lin Wan nodded, then introduced them to each other.
"Lv Tieling, the director of the club, a great guy."
"Lu Zheng, my friend, he used to practice on his own."
"Nice to meet you!" Lv Tieling extended his hand.
Lu Zheng also extended his hand, and they shook hands.
There was no so-called crushing handshake test, just a normal handshake.
"So, what is it that you’re practicing, Younger Brother Lu? Boxing? Wrestling? Sanda? Free fighting, or traditional martial arts?"
"I guess it’s traditional martial arts."
The Eighteen Mountain-Carrying Techniques, though martial arts from the Great Jing Dynasty, counted as traditional martial arts, and his basic knife technique was certainly Huaxia traditional martial arts.
"So it really is traditional martial arts? Forms, or combined with sanda?"
"I guess it’s combined with sanda."
"Yes or no, why do you have to say ’I guess’ for everything?" The middle-aged man Old Du couldn’t help but tease.
Lin Wan smiled at the side; according to Lu Zheng’s description yesterday, it was indeed a bit of everything because Lu Zheng really practiced haphazardly.
"Alright, I’m done warming up, Lu Zheng let’s get on stage first." Lin Wan said.
Lin Wan and Lu Zheng stepped onto the boxing ring, and Lv Tieling and Old Du had to end their conversation, but they didn’t leave and instead stood at the edge, ready to watch.
A group of women, led by Jiang Lingling, who were there to get fit or learn some self-defense skills, also gathered around.
Additionally, some macho guys training nearby also came over to see the excitement.
"Director, what do you think of this guy? He doesn’t seem to have much muscle, does he?"
"Not necessarily; his muscles are all streamlined, not from gym workouts."
"But given his physique, his strength can’t be that great. He should be an agility-type fighter."
"Really? How does he compare to you, Director?" A lady came over and asked coquettishly.
"Haha." Lv Tieling put his hands on his hips, "No matter how agile, it’s only within the same weight class. Have you seen a heavyweight fighter square off with a lightweight fighter?"
The large biceps and bulging chest muscles exude a sense of power, causing the lady to swallow.
On the boxing ring, Lu Zheng and Lin Wan both put on fingerless gloves and helmets.
Although they didn’t actually need the protective gear, it was a strict safety regulation that they complied with.
"I’m ready." Lu Zheng nodded.
Lin Wan let out a soft shout, swung her lower leg, and kicked towards Lu Zheng’s side knee.