Chapter 8, Does the martial arts school provide meals

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Mankun suddenly turned around and swiftly threw a punch, intending to knock Mu Fan away to teach the young man a lesson and make him suffer a bit.

Say

Mu Fan calmly glanced at Jelf and then withdrew his gaze. Jelf, feeling provoked by such a dismissive attitude, seemed enraged. With Man Kun present, he could not explode in anger, so he shouted at the person in front of him: "What the hell are you doing, acting like a woman, your face is as weak as a puddle of water, put some effort into it! Put some effort into it! You're like a mosquito, truly useless!"

Tear up your copy of the contract, Mankun. Take this kid to the first floor to take a shower, change into clean clothes, and then inform him of the specific details. He will officially start working in the afternoon

Yes, boss

Suddenly, Mu Fan's voice rang out, resonant and powerful, even causing Man Kun to be taken aback

Stepping to the side of the empty space, Mankun stopped and took a handheld punching pad from the wooden cabinet beside him, throwing it towards Mufan behind him. "Kid, catch it, hold it steady with both hands. First, practice with the punching pad as a sparring partner. The guests at the martial arts school have varying levels of punching strength, and this is your only tool for self-protection. If you don't hold it properly and it slips from your hands, you could get seriously injured. Come, give it a try"

Hmph, if you're scared, you should just get lost. We've already beaten four like you into a pulp. But even if you want to leave, you can't; you must have signed a contract, right? Let's see you fight three matches first, rookie. Hahaha.

Indeed, breakfast and lunch are provided by the martial arts school, while dinner is self-catered. Man Kun looked at Mu Fan with a puzzled expression, wondering what was so strange about this arrangement

Mankun glanced at the young man before him, shook his head in amusement, and turned to leave

Upon hearing the words "full" and "satisfied," Mufan felt a surge of energy coursing through his entire body, to the point where he seemed a bit distracted and lost in thought

I am Chani Sen, a mid-level manager at the Xingluo Martial Arts Hall. The second and third floors are exclusive areas for our VIP clients. Your task as a sparring partner is to serve as a practice target for the guests, in other words, a punching bag, as you are not allowed to fight back. The salary is paid daily, at 500 Xing Coins per day, and any tips given by the guests will belong to you. The martial arts hall provides meals and daily medical treatment. In the unfortunate event of a disability, there is a one-time compensation of 30,000 Xing Coins, and no further liability will be incurred. Hey~~ If you accept, just sign here.

With a bang, a sound reminiscent of a dull thud against worn leather echoed, yet the anticipated sensation of a heavy punch being repelled did not materialize. Man Kun furrowed his brow as Mu Fan stood firmly in front of him, his right leg slightly bent and his left foot positioned at a right angle. His entire body remained steady, except for his right arm and the loose strands of hair on his forehead.

Can I finish my meal first before going to work?

First, go to training ground number 5, and I will explain the basic steps of being a sparring partner to you. Then we will proceed with some impact resistance training. This money is not as easy to earn as you might think, and I do not wish for you to get injured.

"Are you here to apply for the position of sparring partner?" In a spacious room styled with mahogany, a short man sat in a large leather chair, appearing to be around forty years old. His thin face was marked by a stubbly beard, and the oversized martial arts uniform accentuated his slight frame. With a shrewd look in his eyes and a somewhat sharp voice, it was difficult to associate him with a martial arts dojo; he resembled more of a shrewd businessman.

Mu Fan looked at the contract in front of him. To put it simply, it was just two sheets of paper. After glancing over it to confirm its accuracy, he signed his name in a crooked manner.

Yes. Mufan lowered his eyelids and leaned slightly forward

"Ha, kid, you have overstepped your bounds; let me teach you a lesson first." The standard for level 11 physique in Mankun is an instantaneous explosive punching force of 75 kg according to the federal level 6 physique standard, followed by 150 kg, 250 kg, 400 kg, 600 kg, and 850 kg corresponding to levels 7 to 11. Thereafter, the standard increases by 50 kg for each subsequent level. Seeing that Mu Fan did not follow his instructions, he couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed. Just because he appreciated this kid does not mean he would allow him to act without restraint. If a heavy punch were to land and he couldn't stabilize himself, it would lead to a serious injury to his arm. Thereafter, the standard increases by 50 kg for each subsequent level. Seeing that Mu Fan did not follow his instructions, he couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed. Just because he appreciated this kid does not mean he would allow him to act without restraint. If a heavy punch were to land and he couldn't stabilize himself, it would lead to a serious injury to his arm.

Mufan was already tall, and the clean training outfit accentuated his stature even more. At this moment, the grime on his face had completely vanished, revealing the unique vigor of youth. His eyes were bright and resolute, and standing there, he resembled a cheetah poised to spring into action

Hiss ~ I have struck gold, Mankun is very clear about what this represents. He did not expect that such strength could be found in a relatively slender body, capable of easily withstanding a punch of level 9 standard, which means that his overall standard will not be lower than my own !! Quite interesting !!

Mu Fan walked step by step towards the sandbag and the punching machine with his eyes open, then began to punch the sandbag in a somewhat dazed manner, each strike producing a rhythmic "thud, thud" sound. However, if one stood nearby and observed for a while, it would become evident that Mu Fan had lost his focus.

Ten minutes later, Mufan was already standing at the entrance of the hall in a gray training outfit. When Mankun approached, he couldn't help but be impressed, "Kid, you look quite spirited!"

After taking the elevator down along the original route, I arrived at the lobby on the first floor. Turning right at the exit, Mankun pointed to a row of rooms ahead and said, "Those are the showers. You can choose any room to take a shower first; you smell too strongly of machine oil. I will prepare a set of training clothes for you to change into shortly. This is provided to you free of charge by the martial arts school."

Thank you, then I will go train now, you can come and play later

When the red wooden door closed, Chani Sen stroked his chin and chuckled softly, "Another foolish kid, is money that easy to earn? The training bags at the martial arts school have been a bit insufficient lately, tsk ~"

Mankun looked at the young man before him, as if suddenly filled with energy, completely different from his previous calm demeanor. He chuckled softly and said, "I was just trying to give you a reminder, kid. Go train over there by yourself. I need to report today's situation to the boss. After having a full lunch, I'll come over. Don't be late."

Good lad, I underestimated you. Be mindful, there are equipment over there for you to practice on your own, and you can also train with others. Do you have any other questions?" Mankun pointed to the group of people in front of him, behind whom various pieces of equipment were stacked several dozen meters away.

Haha, is this a rookie who has just arrived? Not even twenty years old, and already here to earn disability compensation? Hahahahaha. A tall man, with a scar on his forehead and standing at least 1.9 meters, effortlessly dealt with the attacks in front of him while wearing a boxing glove on one arm. Then, with a casual glance, he spotted Mu Fan, who was brought by Man Kun. Upon seeing that frail figure, he couldn't help but burst into loud laughter.

Of course, we will go to Restaurant No. 3 in one hour as it will be lunchtime, and we will take a break for one and a half hours. Then, we will gather here on time, and I will assign you the afternoon practice tasks. If you exceed the time by five minutes, there will be a penalty of 50 star coins. If you exceed the time without reason by 30 minutes, you will no longer be required to come. Man Kun felt uneasy under the intensity of Mu Fan's gaze and replied at the fastest speed. Then, we will gather here on time, and I will assign you the afternoon practice tasks. If you exceed the time by five minutes, there will be a penalty of 50 star coins. If you exceed the time without reason by 30 minutes, you will no longer be required to come. Man Kun felt uneasy under the intensity of Mu Fan's gaze and replied at the fastest speed.

Mu Fan took the boxing pad and strapped it onto his right forearm, giving it a swing before bending his elbow and positioning it in front of his chest. His left arm was not used to support it; instead, it was left loosely at his side as a precaution.

"Does the martial arts school provide meals?" A fiery light suddenly shone in Mu Fan's eyes

"Jelf, shut your foul mouth. If you want to make money in the martial arts school, you better behave. If you ruin the boss's business, you know the consequences," Mankun said, his gaze sweeping over the burly man, the last words carrying a chilling undertone. Jelf, a troublemaker among the martial arts school's sparring partners, is already thirty-three years old. He comes from a mercenary background and had previously gotten involved with the wrong people after botching a job for an employer, leading him to leave the dangerous life behind. With considerable strength, he joined the Xingluo Martial Arts School two years ago. His exceptional physical standard of level 13 far exceeds the average level 6 of ordinary people at this stage, and with his rich combat experience, Jelf has never sustained serious injuries and has gradually gained some fame in the sparring circle. As everyone is warming up, the notoriously vicious and combative Jelf naturally won't miss the opportunity to have some fun at Mu Fan's expense.

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Training Ground No. 5, the staff-exclusive training area of the Starfall Martial Arts Hall, has become quite lively, with a group of individuals dressed in gray training uniforms engaging in sparring with one another