Chapter 10: Tiger Among the Sheep

Kicking someone three meters high in the air—what does that even mean?

At least the guy with three braids knew, there was no way he could do it, and he was far, far from being able to.

Yet, Shi Hao had done it.

With ease, just three kicks, and he sent three men flying three meters high, scaring him so much that he froze and dared not throw the punch he had raised.

Two thousand kilograms of force? The meridians in his right leg and arm were damaged?

Nonsense!

Since when could two thousand kilograms of force kick a grown man three meters high? Also, wasn't he blind? Could he not see that Shi Hao used his right foot?

What kind of ridiculous intelligence was this? And, was the employer holding a grudge against them, deliberately setting them up?

Thud, thud, thud—they crashed back to the ground, motionless; their internal organs had been kicked to pieces, obviously dead.

—Why should Shi Hao show mercy to those who wanted to kill him?

"Why aren't they moving anymore?" Shi Hao asked the man with three braids.

The guy with three braids chuckled awkwardly, "I dare not! I dare not!" He slowly withdrew his fist, moving as slow as an eighty-year-old, fearing Shi Hao might misunderstand that he was intending to strike.

His four companions lay lifeless on the ground, souls not yet departed.

Shi Hao nodded, "Why did you want to kill me?"

"Because we received a commission," the man with three braids admitted honestly.

"Who commissioned it?" Shi Hao asked further.

"I don't know," said the man with three braids, but seeing Shi Hao's face darken, he quickly added, "I truly don't know. The job was taken by my boss; I was just responsible for carrying it out."

"Who's your boss?"

"Zhao Cheng, Zhao Siye," the man with three braids replied.

Zhao Cheng?

"Who is Zhao Cheng?" Shi Hao searched his memory but couldn't find anyone who matched Zhao Cheng.

"Zhao Siye from Hailing Martial Academy," the man with three braids supplemented.

Hailing Martial Academy?

Finally, Shi Hao remembered, and upon further consideration, many details emerged.

If one wanted to learn martial arts, the best option was obviously Starwind Academy, with professional instructors, systematic training, and national support.

However, entering Starwind Academy was difficult, and even if you got in, there was a chance of being expelled. Take the annual exam, for example; even if all attendees were outstanding talents, some still got eliminated every year.

Thus, martial academies came into existence.

Martial academies could also teach, and they didn't care about aptitude; having money was enough.

But Hailing Martial Academy was not just any martial academy; it was said to be the leading underground force in Mengyang City, often assisting the city's magnates in handling matters they couldn't openly deal with.

So, it made sense that someone contracted Hailing Martial Academy for the job.

Who could it be?

Song Tianming?

Shi Hao remembered that the chief of Hailing Martial Academy was Wu Shibai, not Zhao Cheng.

However, Wu Shibai was just a senior martial disciple, after all.

Shi Hao nodded, "Lead the way."

"Go, go where?" The man with three braids was baffled.

"Hailing Martial Academy," Shi Hao replied indifferently.

What?

The guy with three braids showed a look of surprise. He knew Shi Hao was formidable, but even then, he was just a sixteen-year-old boy. Could he really be more formidable than Zhao Siye?

Even if he were more powerful than Zhao Siye, could he compare to their boss's boss, the chief Wu Shibai?

That was a senior martial disciple!

Then, a look of delight crossed his face. If you want to walk into the lion's den, that would be perfect.

He scoffed, once inside the martial academy, you'll learn what it means to be a sheep in a tiger's den.

He honestly led the way in front, while Shi Hao followed behind.

As they walked, Shi Hao thought about the matters of martial techniques.

Previously, his meridians were damaged, restricting him to use only one arm and one leg, but now that his injuries had healed, he could use martial techniques.

Martial artists cultivate to obtain strength far beyond ordinary people, but how can such strength be fully utilized?

That requires martial techniques.

Two martial disciples with exactly the same strength, but using different martial techniques, could have vastly different combat power.

Because good martial techniques can not only utilize a martial artist's strength but can even surpass it.

Last year, Shi Hao was able to advance aggressively and make it to the finals because he had learned a martial technique called Flying Cloud Fist, which was passed down from his foster father, Shi Tianyang.

Martial techniques are categorized into three major levels: Sun, Moon, and Star, each divided into high, medium, and low grades, with Sun-Level high grade being the highest and Star-Level low grade being the lowest.

However, martial techniques are incredibly precious, and no power would impart them lightly. Even the disciples of Starwind Academy could only learn a martial technique at Star-Level low grade called "Tiger Wind Fist."

Flying Cloud Fist is a Moon-Level high-grade martial technique!

Because Shi Tianyang was once the heir of the Shi Family in the Imperial Capital.

Sun-Level martial techniques?

Sorry, they had been lost in the long history and remained only in legends.

However, in Shi Hao's memory, the lowest level martial technique he could currently practice was at least Sun-Level low grade.

Who exactly was Yuan Chengmie, and what kind of world did he live in?

Shi Hao was very much looking forward to whether he could transcend a power level and match a mid-level martial master if he used a Sun-Level high-grade martial technique.

Amidst his whirling thoughts, the two had entered the city and reached the entrance of Hailing Martial Academy.

At the entrance stood two men, both bare-chested with muscles that rippled like carved statues, emanating a sense of power.

The man with three braids hurried over, whispered something to the two men, and immediately, they stared at Shi Hao with a deadly look.

Daring to cause trouble at Hailing Martial Academy was simply courting death!

"Please come in," the two men said to Shi Hao, their faces filled with provocation.

It's a dragon's den and a tiger's lair, do you dare to enter?

Shi Hao smiled slightly. He strode forward, walking into the martial academy.

In his eyes, it was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

The inside of the martial gym was vast, and in the middle area was a huge sandpit where training took place.

Several people were training in the sandpit. Seeing Shi Hao coming in, they all stopped sparring and looked over at him.

These were all big, burly men, some with their bare chests, their pectoral muscles protruding like stone, each one a menacing sight.

Behind Shi Hao, the man with three braids and two others also walked in, casually closing the main gate.

Shi Hao was now surrounded.

"Pretty boy, didn't stay at home to drink milk, came out for what?" a burly man said.

"No one told you the outside is very dangerous!" another muscular man chimed in, purposely flexing his pecs.

Shi Hao laughed, "Just a bunch of weaklings!"

Man, how scornful was that?

All were enraged and pressed towards Shi Hao.

"Pretty boy, you dare to swagger around in our Hailing Martial Academy, you're the first! But, you'll soon become a corpse!"

"Go to hell!"

A flurry of punches came at him, each fist carrying at least two thousand pounds of force.

Shi Hao clenched his fists and swung heavily. With a roar, he used the martial technique Tiger Wind Fist, unleashing a force of thirteen thousand pounds, creating a whirlwind.

The others in the gym witnessed a stunning scene—Shi Hao's punch sent five charging men flying out simultaneously, not even a corner of his shirt touched.

Bang, bang, bang, five men fell to the ground one by one, each moaning in pain.

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