Being bullied?

"yah"

"yah"

"agh"

"Damn, my hand"

Frank's knuckles showed bruises where he had been striking a wooden dummy too hard.

These dummies were abundant in the "battle stage."

So Frank just went in and took a few.

Frank had been practicing the raging fist technique for a day now, and it was harder than he had thought.

First, he thought the first level would be practiced within a few hours since he had fulfilled the requirements and surpassed them.

But he was absolutely wrong Not only did he not master the part meant for ordinary people within a few hours,

It's been a day now.

He had gone back to his dorms and come back, but he still hadn't mastered it.

Frank was frustrated.

He was someone with an A-ranked physique and he couldn't get what ordinary people could.

What Frank didn't know was that, in fact, a lot of people would be envious of his training speed because

That wasn't the right method to train rage fits at all; it was trained through actual combat.

That was why Wang told him to meet knuckles.

"This is impossible," he thought.

But then suddenly

"Who"

Frank felt a presence around him, so he jumped back.

"Why are you so afraid?" A feminine voice drifted over

"may?"

Yes, it was May the maid.

His friend

Frank sighed.

He was afraid that it was the scheming old man.

Frank hadn't forgotten the beating he received last time, although he had come to terms with the fact that he was in the wrong.

He was still cautious of the old man.

"What are you doing over here?" asked May.

"Training...." Frank had a big smile on his face.

He was happy to see her again.

"Was that raging fists?" she asked.

Frank looked at her questioningly.

"How did she know by just looking?" he thought.

She laughed, "haahahahaha."

"It's not difficult to know, it's such a popular skill," may said.

She said "popular" but meant ordinary. Frank could see her contempt for the skill in her eyes.

"Damn, I didn't know that cadet Wang Ben was so cheap."

But when Frank remembered the description of the book, he calmed down. This book could let him defeat cultivators.

"I see the look in your eyes. It is virtually impossible to get to level 4 without cultivating," said May.

She was blunt.

But Frank didn't put it to mind that if it didn't work for others, that didn't mean it wouldn't work for him.

Seeing the look on Frank's face didn't change, she said

"You're practicing it wrong by the way."

"Hm?"

Frank was stunned for a minute. Wrong how?

"The skill focuses on power and speed How do you accumulate power without moving? "Can you stand there and punch a dummy that won't punch back?" may continue

"You need to practice with someone, and lucky for you, I have time."

She then took a stance.

Her clothes were drenched, but she still insisted on sparring.

"Watch out"

Frank approached her and delivered the raging fist level one.

He raised his hands up like an MMA fighter. The technique was like that of an MMA fighter on earth.

"boom boom boom".

His fists rained down on her, but she seemed to dodge every single one.

He knew she was strong, but at this speed, she didn't even look flustered.

Frank soon ran out of breath.

He was trying to regulate his breathing.

Boom!!!!!

A fist had just collided with Frank, although he blocked them with his arms.

He was still pushed back a few steps.

"You won't have time to regulate your breathing when fighting."

She lounged at Frank's again.

But this time he managed to dodge it.

"Good, store up energy and hit me!" she screamed.

Frank had never seen it before this side of May.

"Was she a battle maniac like cadet knuckles?" Frank asked himself

...…..

in a very huge and magnificent office.

This was one of the most magnificent and outstanding buildings in the whole fire-bird base.

A man was currently seated in front of a desk. He was clearly entertaining some guests.

"It would be an honor to have the presence of your esteemed self at our assessment exam that'll be held in at the end of the year," the man said.

He was a base relations officer who welcomed honored guests whenever they arrived.

This time, though, was a bit strange.

"Sirs, may I ask why you want to attend our little yearly assessment exam; surely it is not worth your time," the man said, probing them.

In fact, what he said was true: men like this shouldn't be paying attention to such minor events.

it was the base's annual competition, he could understand that, but this was just too strange.

"Beats me, I'm just a manager when my master comes, you can ask him." The man finally spoke.

Yes, he was right The man in front of him was only a servant, but a very strong one.

One would wonder how powerful the master would be.

....

A figure was seen running through the base. The figure was being chased by two others

"Damn it, don't they get tired?" The figure was breathing heavily.

It was the fatty jack.

He was being chased by Wang Ben and Knuckles.

"They said it was 'training' but he couldn't handle it when they caught up to him. Knuckles would rain down punches at him until he picked up speed." Jack was frustrated.

The worse thing was that he had run to the residence of the old man that saved him last time, but he received no response.

He shouted at the top of his voice and although he felt the presence of a few people, no one came to help him out.

"Look who we have here."

Knuckles had caught up with him again.

"Noooo!" The fatty saw a punch coming his way, so he dodged.

He immediately picked up speed after that.

Jack thought "these bunch of crazy freaks wanted his head."

...…

Frank had really been seeing improvements ever since he started sparring with may, in fact, on that day that they started practicing, he mastered the first level.

It was, after all, the level for ordinary people.

And Frank was far from being ordinary.

This day, when he got to the waterfall area, he couldn't find may.

So he practiced on his own for a while.

But she still wasn't showing up.

This went on for the whole day, but no sign of her

It was already getting dark when a figure slowly emerged from the water.

"Finally, where have you been?" Frank asked with his back facing the waterfall.

But strangely, he got no reply.

When Frank turned to see who was standing behind him,

He was totally shocked.

It wasn't may, in fact, he had no idea who this was because he was wearing a mask.

With black clothes all over

"Senior, please forgive my rudeness. I mistook you for someone else," Frank said in a bow.

"Oh you mean may?" the man asked.

"Oh, senior knows her?" Frank was just pretending, though he knew this was the old man's territory.

If this man could get in, then he was definitely related to the old man.

"Hmmm, I know her, of course," he said calmly.

"I saw you practicing the raging fist," the man commented flatly.

"Yes, senior," said Frank.

"Let us spar." The man was very blunt. He wanted to spar and that was all.

Frank was a bit dumbfounded. The man hadn't even introduced himself and he was already asking for a spar.

"Don't think too much," the man's voice drifted over.

He was already on the move.

When Frank saw that he immediately readied himself, the man wouldn't listen to reason.

So their fists would do the talking.

"boom!!!!"

"cough cough"

Frank couldn't help it The man was too strong. He was flung backward.

"Oh, I didn't realize that you were so weak," the man said, as if it was only natural.

"Let me limit my power."

His aura suffered a drastic drop.

"Okay, come"

Frank quickly got up, and although he was flung by a simple punch from the guy, he was still excited.

His blood was boiling.

Frank lunged at him and said

"fire-bird dance"

He executed the technique and fired it to the maximum.

"Oh??" The man looked at Frank with a raised eyebrow.

"Good, put that energy into fighting me."

"boom!!!!"

Frank was flung onto a wall. He stared in disbelief.

"I thought he said he was going to limit his power." Frank thought

The man looked at Frank with contempt. He then said

"Do you think I'll limit my power because you're weak?"

"Petty and naive"

Those few words touched Frank's core naveté. Was he really that naive? This wasn't the first time he had heard that

The figure of his old man appeared in his mind, and soon he started to get angry.

Frank said angrily, "I am not naïve."

"ha-ha if you say so little brat"

Frank stood up and started using the

raging fist technique on his opponent

"Yes yes, that's it." The man looked satisfied.

"It is called raging fists for a reason; channel that anger into the skill."

Frank looked at him and smiled at him once again.