Dojo Management?

"Are you here to be a sparring partner?" In the spacious mahogany room, a short man sat in a wide leather chair. He was about 40 years old, and his thin face showed green stubble that had been shaved. His wide martial arts uniform made him look especially small and thin. His eyes were round, and his voice was slightly sharp. It was hard to associate him with the martial arts arena. He looked more like a shrewd businessman.

"Yes." Mu Fan lowered his eyelids and leaned forward slightly.

"I am Chanison, the manager of the middle level of the Starfall Martial Arts Hall. The VIP customers' exclusive arena is on the second and third levels of the martial arts hall. Your job as a sparring partner is to be the target of the customers' practice. In other words, you are a punching bag because you cannot fight back. Your salary is daily: 500 star dollars per day. The tips given by the customers are yours alone. The martial arts hall provides food and daily treatment. If you are not careful and have a disability, you will compensate 30,000 star dollars at once. Hehe… If you accept it, sign it." He took a contract from the table and threw it over.

Mu Fan looked at the contract in front of him. To put it bluntly, it was just two simple pieces of paper. After glancing at it and confirming that it was correct, he signed his crooked name.

"Tear down your contract. Man Kun, take this boy to the 1st floor to take a shower and change his clothes. Then tell him the details. We'll start our official work in the afternoon."

"Yes, boss."

When the mahogany door closed, Chanison touched his chin and chuckled. "Another silly boy. Is it so easy to earn money? I haven't had enough punching bags in the dojo these days. Tsk…"

They went back the way they came and went down the elevator. When they reached the lobby on the first floor, they turned right at the exit and pointed at the row of rooms in front of them. "That is the bathroom. Boy, you can choose any room you want to take a bath in. The smell of engine oil is too strong. I will put a training suit on you later. This is free from the dojo."

Ten minutes later, Mu Fan stood at the entrance of the hall in a gray training suit. When Man Kun walked toward him, his eyes lit up. "Boy, you are energetic!"

Mu Fan was tall to begin with, and his clean training uniform made him stand out even more. The oil stains on his face were gone, and he looked energetic. His eyes were bright and tenacious, and he stood there like a cheetah ready to strike.

"Let's go to Training Ground No. 5 first. I'll explain to you the basic steps of the sparring partner, and then we'll carry out the resistance training. This money is not as easy to earn as you think. I don't want you to be handicapped."

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Training Ground No. 5, the training ground for the staff of the Starfall Martial Arts Center, was already very lively. A group of people in gray training suits were sparring with each other.

"Haha, is this a rookie? He's not even twenty, is he? He's already earning disability fees at such a young age? Hahahaha!" A burly man with a scar on his forehead and a height of 1.9 meters easily handled the attack with one arm wrapped around a punching target. Then, he casually glanced around and found Mu Fan, who was brought by Man Kun. When he saw the skinny figure, he could not help laughing loudly.

"Jelf, shut your stinky mouth. If you want to earn money in the dojo, be honest. You know the consequences of ruining the boss' business." Man Kun's eyes swept over the big man, and his words had a chill in them. Jelf was the thorn in the side of the training hall's sparring partner. He was already 33 years old, and was a mercenary. Later, he had broken an employer's business and offended someone he should not provoke. He quit his life of licking blood from the edge of a knife. Because he had the strength of a man, he came to the Starfall Martial Arts Hall two years ago. Due to the outstanding level-13 Physique, which was already much higher than the average level-6 normal person at the present stage, and because he had rich combat experience, Jelf had never been seriously injured, and gradually became famous in the training circle. Now that everyone was warming up, Jelf, who had a vicious mouth, naturally would not let go of the opportunity to have fun when he saw Mufan.

"Humph! Boy, if you are a coward, then get lost quickly. Four of your opponents have already been crippled, but there is nothing you can do even if you want to get lost. You must have signed the contract. Let's play three rounds first. Little rookie, hahaha." Jelf stared at Mu Fan again, then turned around and laughed loudly.

Mu Fan calmly looked at Jelf, and then looked away. Jelf seemed to be angered when he saw Su Chen ignoring him. It was not good for him to lose his temper with Man Kun around, so he roared at the person who had hit him, "Damn you! Why are you acting like a woman? You look like a puddle of water. Hard! Hard! Like a mosquito. You are so f*cking useless!"

When he came to an empty field on one side, Man Kun stopped and took out a punching target from a wooden cabinet beside him. He threw it at Mu Fan, who was behind him. "Boy, hold this properly. Hold on tight with both hands. Practice the punching target sparring partner first. The strength of the fists of the customers in the martial arts center is all there. This is the only tool to protect you. If you can't get it out of your hands, you might get seriously injured. Come and try it."

Mu Fan took the boxing gloves and waved them on his right forearm. Then he bent his elbow and held it in front of his chest. He did not hold it with his left arm, but placed it by his side to prevent any accidents.

"Heh, boy, you are overestimating yourself. I'll teach you a lesson first." Mankun's Physique Level 11 standard, the Federation's Level 6 Physique Level, instant explosive fist strength of 75 KG, followed by 150 KG, 250 KG, 400 KG, 600 KG, and 850 KG corresponded to Level 7 to 11. The standard increased by 50 KG every time it leveled up. When he saw that Mu Fan did not follow his instructions, he could not help feeling a little annoyed. He admired this boy, but it did not mean that he would not control him. When he received a heavy punch, his arm would be badly injured if he could not hold it steady.

Man Kun held back half of his strength. He suddenly turned around and casually threw a punch. He wanted to send Mu Fan flying so that he could teach the boy a lesson.

"Bang!" It was like a muffled sound of breaking leather, but the expected heavy blow did not knock him back. Man Kun frowned. Mu Fan stood firmly in front of him. His right leg was slightly bent, his left foot was slanted, and his whole body was unmoved except for his right arm and the hair on his forehead.

Man Kun knew very well what this meant. He did not expect such strength to be in his thin body. The fact that he could easily withstand a punch from a Level 9 standard meant that his comprehensive standard was not lower than his! Interesting!

"Boy, I underestimated you. Pay attention to yourself. There are equipment over there that you can practice on your own or with others. Do you have anything else to ask?" Man Kun pointed at the group of people on the right. There were all kinds of equipment stacked tens of meters behind them.

"Yes!" Mu Fan's voice suddenly rang out. His sonorous and powerful voice even stunned Man Kun.

"Speak."

"Is the dojo a food service?" Mu Fan's eyes suddenly glowed.

"Yeah, breakfast and lunch are provided by the dojo. Dinner is up to you." Man Kun looked at Mu Fan strangely. What was so strange about that?

"Can I go back to work after dinner?"

"Of course you can. Go to Restaurant 3 in an hour and have lunch. Rest for one and a half hours at noon. Then gather here on time. I'll assign you the task of sparring in the afternoon. If you exceed the time limit by five minutes, you will be tested for 50 star dollars. If you have no reason to exceed the time limit by 30 minutes, you don't have to come after that." Man Kun felt uncomfortable looking at the heat in Mu Fan's eyes and answered as quickly as possible.

"Thanks. I'll go train now. You can play again."

Man Kun looked at the boy in front of him as if he was suddenly motivated. He was completely different from the calmness he had before. He laughed and said, "I just wanted to remind you, boy. Go and train there by yourself. I'll go and report to the boss about today's situation. Come over after lunch. Don't be late."

When he heard the word "full," Mu Fan's whole body seemed to surge with energy. He was even a little, a little absent-minded.

Man Kun looked at the boy in front of him, shook his head in amusement, and left.

Mu Fan opened his eyes and walked toward the sandbag and the punching machine. Then he punched the sandbag in a daze. "Thump, thump." His punches were unusually rhythmic, but if you stood aside and watched for a while, you would notice that Mu Fan was distracted…

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