Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

Liu Weicai led Jiang Ran and the two of them to another room on the sixth floor of the cruise ship.

There are all kinds of fitness equipment inside, as well as a small arena, and rows of weapons are displayed on the weapon racks next to it.

There were only two shirtless men in the room at this time.

One person was punching the sandbag crazily, a thin layer of sweat oozing out from his hard muscles.

Another man stood on his head on one hand and did push-ups effortlessly.

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After Liu Weicai entered the door, he raised his hand and patted it.

"Huzi, Ah Gang, please stop for a moment."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two people in the room stopped one after another.

The young man doing push-ups appeared to be more active. He took three steps and two steps at a time and ran up to Liu Weicai.

"Brother Liu, have you decided on the list?" He is about 1.7 meters tall, and the muscles in his arms can be seen to be extremely powerful even in a relaxed state.

"It's not about the list." Liu Weicai patted him on the shoulder, "Keep your strength up. If Sirius doesn't come today, you have to brace yourself."

"Someone wants to come on stage and ask you to help me try it out."

The young man who had just hit the sandbag suddenly became interested when he heard this.

He has a strong physique, a tattoo of a descending tiger on his shoulder, and his whole body is filled with strong anger.

"It's not that easy to get Black Fist's job."

The muscular man smiled ferociously, and then looked at Liu Weicai.

"Where did this Lianjiazi come from? Or a little paicai who has been boxing for several years and thinks he has extraordinary strength?"

Liu Weicai didn't reply, smiled inexplicably, and turned sideways.

"Brother Liu, can you please stop teasing me on purpose?" The young man doing push-ups had an exaggerated expression, "Is it this student or this one with long legs?"

"It's not like you don't know my nickname, Steel Fist."

"With one punch, I have to beg this classmate not to die." Gang Fist raised his fist and showed it in front of Jiang Ran and Yu Jia.

But in the blink of an eye, he cast a flirtatious look at Yu Jia: "But I don't know for sure. If this beauty has extraordinary leg skills, she might pinch me half to death."

Yu Jia twitched the corner of her mouth disdainfully, not caring about his talk.

"Okay, he is the one who wants to play." Liu Weicai waved his hand to interrupt Gang Fist, pointed at Jiang Ran and said, "I have said all the good things, and there is nothing I can do if they don't listen."

"Time is running out, who will go first, you or Hu Zi?"

Gang Fist curled his lips, and said to Liu Weicai in a waning tone: "Let Brother Hu do it, I'm more interested in this beauty."

Liu Weicai smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Here you go, tiger. Try to be as gentle as possible. Stop when he falls to the ground. Don't beat him to death."

Liu Weicai and Yu Jia had taken photos together, and Jiang Ran looked really young, so it was normal to be a little ignorant.

Although his warning was serious, he didn't really want to cripple Jiang Ran.

But the final result is beyond his control. If the tiger loses his hand, it can only be considered bad luck for this kid.

"By the way, the rules of black boxing are different from those of ordinary competitions." Liu Weicai turned to look at Jiang Ran and indicated that there was a weapon rack next to him, "If you want to use weapons, you can."

"No need." Jiang Ran didn't even glance at the weapons, but looked at Steel Fist and Tiger indifferently, "Are they just the two of them?"

Steel Fist was furious at his look, and said angrily: "Little bastard, what do you mean by that?"

"Hey! My tantrum!"

"Brother Tiger, let me challenge this kid."

He let out a cold snort from his nose, crossed his fingers together, and moved his wrists.

"The arena?" Jiang Ran glanced at the arena and shook his head, "No need."

Steel Fist also had a bad temper, so he twisted his neck and looked at Jiang Ran cruelly.

"When you go back, remember to reflect on yourself and why you are so arrogant."

Liu Weicai shrugged helplessly and stepped back.

There was a trace of expectation in Yu Jia's eyes, and she distanced herself from Jiang Ran.

"Boy, I don't know where you get your confidence." Gang Fist and Jiang Ran stood two meters apart, looking fiercely at each other.

He took a step back and put his right fist in front of him, making a posture.

"But black boxing is different from the so-called Sanda and Taekwondo you have come into contact with."

Although I don't know what Jiang Ran has learned specifically before he dares to practice black boxing, but in most cases, it is things that are relatively easy to come into contact with, such as Taekwondo and Sanda.

"When you get in the ring, it doesn't matter whether you live or die."

"I'll give you three moves, otherwise you won't even have a chance to take action, and I'll have to be laughed at and bully the kids."

Gang Fist's body squatted slightly, rising and falling slightly.

Although Steel Fist didn't observe anything that needed to be guarded against from Jiang Ran's simple stance and dull expression.

But his eyes were still fixed on Jiang Ran calmly.

A black boxer can despise and ridicule his opponent in words, but when facing a real fight, he must not underestimate his opponent, even if the opponent seems to be just a young kid.

Steel Fist has always kept this truth in mind.

Jiang Ran stood there and suddenly said to Liu Weicai: "Why don't we let them go together?"

Steel Fist's breath stagnated, and his entire expression changed from solemn to angry.

"Little bastard, if you really want to die, I will help you!"

"I originally planned to teach you a lesson, but it looks like I'm going to have to keep you in bed for at least a year and a half."

Steel Fist spat on the ground.

"Damn, who do you think you are? You want to challenge two!"

Liu Weicai also looked a little unhappy. He felt that he had made a mistake by agreeing to see Yu Jia.

Even the boxers Chu Jichuan recruited before had more losses than wins. How could he expect his son's secretary to know any masters?

"You only need to survive three minutes under the steel boxer, and I will let you compete."

Jiang Ran nodded. He was afraid that after dealing with the steel fist, he would have to deal with the tiger.

It's not that he finds it troublesome, it's mainly that both of them are too weak and he can't be interested at all.

He directly clenched his right hand into a fist, put his left hand behind his back, and walked straight towards the steel fist lightly.

It looked like a primary school student trying to hit someone with his fist.

Meng Hu was originally a little annoyed by what he said just now, but now when he saw Jiang Ran's actions, he directly covered his face, feeling a little speechless.

Steel Fist had a sarcastic look on his face. Although Jiang Ran's actions were not threatening, he was still determined to teach the other party a lesson.

Jiang Ran walked half a meter in front of him, raised his right fist, and swung it out without any help or tactics.

Steel Fist looked at this slow punch and couldn't help laughing.

But in an instant, his whole body felt like an electric shock, and his whole body felt slightly numb.

He immediately understood that this was his body's instinct telling him that he was in danger, and he quickly changed his fist stance to form a cross block in front of him.

Jiang Ran's punch was very slow, and even when he was about to touch him, he paused to let him complete the blocking posture.

The moment Steel Fist was alert and put into a defensive posture, Jiang Ran's right fist, which had paused in mid-air, exerted force again from about five centimeters away, and instantly hit Steel Fist's arm.

Only those who face Jiang Ran's steel fist would know the impact of this punch. He has fully mobilized all the strength in his body and squatted down slightly to resist the force.

However, all his resistance was in vain. The moment the fist surface came into contact with his body, Steel Fist was hit directly off the ground by a force.

His body hung ten centimeters above the ground, as if it had been hit by a cannonball, and was shot back like a thunderbolt.

After flying nearly eight meters, there was a loud noise.

The steel fist hit the bulkhead directly to stop the castration. He seemed to be embedded in the wall, standing upright like a humanoid painting.

He seemed to have lost his normal breathing, and the severe pain in his arms and chest was even more unbearable than when his back hit the bulkhead.

After a few seconds, the steel fist slowly slipped from the bulkhead and fell to the ground, like a puddle of mud that lay limp on the ground.

Liu Weicai's mouth was completely opened, and his cheeks were twitching continuously, and he couldn't control it at all.

"Ahem!" Steel Fist coughed weakly twice and spit out a large mouthful of blood, which was extremely miserable.

The tiger seemed to be awakened by his cough. The muscular man's body was stiff and he looked directly at Jiang Ran.

Jiang Ran stood with his hands behind his back, with an indifferent expression on his face, as if he had never made a move at all.

"Liu Wei just asked him to keep his hand, so I will spare your life."