Waist-Horse Unity

The man and the tiger stared at each other, surrounded by the smell of urine.

The tiger hid in the corner, pacing back and forth as if it wanted to attack, but was not quite dare to do so.

In the end, Chi Qiaosong couldn't stand the strong smell of urine any longer, and he took the prerogative to take a step forward. The tiger reacted in distress; it stood up and slapped its paws in tandem.

The tiger's frame was thin, but its paws were enormous, its sharp claws shining.

Boom!

Chi Qiaosong sent out a pair of iron fists and quickly blocked the tiger's pawing with two moves, solidly catching the tiger's strikes. This skinny tiger's strength was great, but unfortunately, it was not as powerful as the Mountain Drum, the Palace Suppressing Noble, or the She-Viper.

Its slaps proved to be useless.

The tiger backed up decisively and ran out of the concrete shed.

Chi Qiaosong followed unhurriedly behind the tiger, carefully observing the tiger's every move. When he saw the tiger retreating, he dashed over immediately to force the tiger to attack again.

The two tossed and turned in the enclosure.

The old man outside was sucking on a cigarette butt. As he watched what took place inside, a trace of reminiscence flashed across his cloudy eyes. He sighed. "Martial arts... is powerful."

Li Weiwei also had a cigarette in his mouth as he said with pride, "Isn't that the truth? Wrestlers have a tremendous amount of power, and it's nothing for them to fight a mere tiger. My brother would not be here at the zoo to fight this skinny thing if it wasn't because we couldn't find any tigers in the mountains."

At this time, the old guard shouted. "Hey, young man, don't hurt the tiger!"

He could see now that the tiger was incapable of hurting Chi Qiaosong. His new concern was that Chi Qiaosong would exert too much force and kill the tiger, which would be very bad indeed if that happened.

Even if Chi Qiaosong compensated them monetarily, the old guard would still be fired by the zoo.

Meanwhile, inside the cage.

Chi Qiao suddenly grabbed the tiger's tail, then kicked the tiger in the butt, which provoked the tiger instantly. After being teased like this several times, this tiger, though it had long been imprisoned to the point of being numb, its innate wild nature was now turning into anger.

Roar!

The tiger roared and leaped forward.

At that moment, it seemed to have gone back to a time when it roamed the mountains and forests freely, and the whole mountain was its hunting ground. After being captured by humans, it hadn't had such a good stretch like this for a very long time.

"All right!" Chi Qiaosong's eyes lit up. Finally, he saw a hint of the tiger's ferocity.

He responded calmly, kicking with both legs, thus neutralizing all the attacks from the scrawny tiger. Then, he tried to use the moves from the Fierce Tiger Heavy Fist.

One punch and one kick.

Still, he had just the form.

However, the strength of the Wrestler Plane was unmistakable, and his attacks were so powerful that the tiger yelped and howled on the receiving end of them.

Its sense of superiority withered just as quickly as it was found. The tiger began to run, dashing left and right in the cage, not daring to attack Chi Qiaosong head-on. Chi Qiaosong had just seen a trace of the feeling he was looking for, and he wasn't about to give up just like that. So, he chased the tiger around and continued to beat down on it.

He didn't want to hurt it, but some physical contacts and flesh wounds were hard to avoid.

The old guard outside the cage watched as he sucked on his cigarette nervously, "Take it easy, take it easy! If you hit any harder, you'll kill the tiger!"

"The tiger will not be killed! My brother exercises just the right amount of control," Li Weiwei held him back. "Old man, don't you disturb my brother; we will pay if anything happens to the tiger!"

The old man sighed and then went on smoking his cigarette in silence.

Half an hour later.

Chi Qiaosong was panting, and the tiger was lying on the ground, too tired to move. The poor beast finally understood that it was no different from a kitten in front of this human.

"Phew."

He let out a breath of stale air from his chest and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Chi Qiaosong took a little break before he took a step forward again and grabbed the tiger by the nape of its neck, picking it up like it was nothing. "Come on! Couple more exchanges and I think I'll get the hang of it."

The tiger fought back feebly.

Its paws waved aimlessly in the air.

Its movements and expressions were both weak and powerless, but the affectations that were unique to the tiger were very real.

Chi Qiaosong observed and imitated and was unaware that he had inadvertently thrown out a punch. It was the most common move in Fierce Tiger Heavy Fist, the Black Tiger Steals Heart. The fist went straight to the top of the tiger's head.

It was backed by the power of the waist-horse unity.

The fist was dealt so fast that a gust blew past the tiger.

The scrawny tiger only felt a vicious gust coming at it, and it instantly recalled the battle once upon a time when it had to fight another tiger for a mate. It had aroused a fierceness at that time, but now it was too weak that it could not resist the onslaught.

All the tiger could do was open its eyes wide, watching the impending doom about to descend upon it.

If the strike successfully smashed into the target, the power could definitely crack the tiger's skull.

Nevertheless.

Just when the drift of the fist pushed down the fur on the top of the tiger's head, the attack was stopped abruptly by Chi Qiaosong. He looked at the scrawny tiger and smiled as he pulled back his fist and remained still. He turned around and walked to the door of the enclosure.

The old guard threw away the cigarette butt and looked at him eagerly.

"Sir, open the door."

"Oh, okay."

"Qiaosong, is it done?"

"It's done."

"Hahaha, amazing!" Li Weiwei did not forget to serve up some flattery.

Chi Qiaosong turned around and glanced at the skinny tiger, still panting in the enclosure, and motioned Li Weiwei to take out some money and hand it to the old guard. "Sir, please buy some good beef to give this tiger some good eats."

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Early next morning.

The two of them walked around Fuliang City. The tallest building in this city was the Drum Tower, which had more than ten stories.

Compared with the high-rise buildings on this earth, Daxia Republic appeared a bit neglected and backward. The truth was that, because of the fighting waged between the warlords year after year, the economy was unable to prosper and flourish.

Buses were the most common type of transportation. Occasionally, nice little sedans could be seen as well.

However, there were no carts or carriages, as all kinds of carts had been prohibited from entering the city center of ​​Fuliang. As a result, the city was overrun by rickshaws and anti-tricycles. Their drivers poured into streets and alleys.

"The entrance to the Municipal Martial Arts Institute is really magnificent!" Li Weiwei sighed in amazement.

Now the two of them came to the gate of the Fuliang Municipal Martial Arts Institute, a place that was considered the martial arts holy land in the entire Great Striding Region. It was the only place certified to teach Guardian Plane-level martial arts.

Chief Luo of the military academy in Mokan County was transferred to the Municipal Martial Arts Institute as a professor because he broke through to the Guardian Plane.

The Kuidou Spear Technique, passed down by Commander Zhu's family, was also sent here for safekeeping and instruction.

"Impressive." Chiqiaosong watched from a distance.

In front of the Municipal Martial Arts Institute were guards standing watch, stopping anyone from loitering on the premise.

"Qiaosong, are you going to take the entrance exam to the Municipal Martial Arts Institute?" Li Weiwei suddenly asked, "Or is Chief Hao going to nominate you to study there?"

"I don't know."

"You should go to Chief Hao's house more often. Chief Hao has the ability to make a direct recommendation."

"Maybe," Chi Qiaosong replied unenthusiastically.

He was not the kind of person who was fond of using relationships as shortcuts. Although Hao Bozhao gave him the address to his house, he did not go there often. He always felt awkward when he was there.

The few times he went to his house, Hao Bozhao's wife treated him like a day laborer and gave him tons of chores to do.

In name, he was there for martial arts instruction. However, most of his time was spent doing chores. Whatever little time was left was taken away by Hao Bozhao's daughter. Hao Suyan, who just turned seventeen, and looking rather unremarkable.

She either asked him to fetch milk tea or some other snacks.

The most important thing was that she never paid for anything!

Of course, Li Weiwei didn't know about any of it and continued encouraging him. "If I can take Chief Hao as my instructor, I will live in his house and serve him, hand on feet, every day. Sooner or later, Chief Hao will recommend me for the opening... Qiaosong, this IS the Municipal Art Institute, after all!"

Commander Zhu once promised that outstanding students in the Three Disciple Planes from the military academy could be recommended for further study at the Municipal Martial Arts Institute.

This recommended opening was up to the recommendation of the chief instructor.

However, Hao Bozhao had never once mentioned this opening to Chi Qiaosong.