Global Selection: Only I Know the Story

"Go and notify Master Jiaqi!" said the leading coach.

The students could see how powerful Tianyu was, so how could they not see it?

After hearing this, a coach left quickly and went upstairs to inform the master's real disciple.

"Lao Zhou, this guy's hardness is just right, and his lower body is stable. He is a master!" another coach whispered.

The leading coach nodded with a serious face. Seeing that Song Ling seemed to be unconvinced and was struggling to get up and fight again, the leading coach immediately shouted: "Lao Song, you have already lost, come down!"

If Song Ling continued to fight, he would only humiliate himself, and it would also affect the reputation of the martial arts hall. Of course, Coach Zhou had to stop him.

Hearing what Coach Zhou said, Song Ling's face turned pale. He knew that his future was over. Even if the martial arts hall was merciful and willing to keep him, I am afraid that no student would be willing to continue to learn with him.

His salary was basically earned by teaching students and earning commissions. The basic salary was very little. If he only relied on the basic salary, he couldn't even support himself. It would be better to move bricks on the construction site.

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But since Coach Zhou has already spoken, he is powerless to change all this. If he continues to pester, it will only make him more embarrassed.

Thinking of this, Song Ling was dejected and slowly left the competition venue.

Tianyu looked calm and calm, watching this scene calmly. He was not a saint, so he didn't care about the impact of his behavior on Song Ling.

"Is this the martial arts of this world? The power that Coach Song Ling suddenly burst out just now is indeed beyond ordinary people. I can even hear the sound of his heartbeat accelerating in a short period of time. Is it moving blood? It's really amazing. Can I learn such martial arts?"

Tianyu was thinking in his mind.

"According to the records in the novel, these martial arts masters can practice true qi, and the destructive power is very amazing. If I learn it, the improvement of combat effectiveness should not be small."

Tianyu was moved, but after thinking about it carefully, he shook his head again.

Because he doesn't have a heaven-defying system like the protagonist, where breathing can increase his power. If Tianyu practices on his own, he may not see any effect in a few years.

With this skill, Tianyu can complete a few more tasks and his strength will be improved.

And his own cultivation system is not bad at all, so there is no need.

Just when Tianyu was thinking about it, the students in the audience were all excited.

"Isn't it true that he won, and won so easily?"

"Isn't Coach Song usually very powerful? How could he lose like this?"

"This kid is quite powerful, no wonder he dared to come to challenge."

"Why is he so tough? Coach Song's attack is useless at all?"

"It seems that he has mastered the horizontal training skills, so he came to challenge to improve his reputation."

"Master, this is definitely a real master. There will be a good show today."

Countless students were discussing, and the coaches frowned when they heard this.

"Old Zhou, do you want to take care of it and stop the students from shooting videos?" A coach whispered.

The coach surnamed Zhou frowned and said, "It's not teaching time now. It's the students' freedom to shoot videos. How can we control it? What if we annoy these students and they go out to discredit us?"

The coach who made the suggestion stopped talking immediately. In less than two minutes, a middle-aged man came down from upstairs.

The middle-aged man had an ordinary appearance and an ordinary figure, but his hands were very broad and looked like two palm-leaf fans.

This man was the Master Jiaqi mentioned by Coach Zhou, and he was also the real disciple of the owner. When the owner was not around, he would be the one to shake the place.

The middle-aged strong man's surname was Qian, and his full name was Qian Jiaqi. It was said that Qian Jiaqi's tiger-shaped fist was superb and he had learned all the true teachings from his master.

Qian Jiaqi already knew that someone was coming to challenge the gym.

After coming down, Qian Jiaqi immediately changed into his training clothes, walked onto the competition venue, and bowed to Tianyu: "Qian Jiaqi, please!"

There was no nonsense at all, and they just started fighting.

Seeing Qian Jiaqi appear, the whole place suddenly became quiet, and everyone watched attentively.

The students had long heard that Qian Jiaqi was the true disciple of the owner of the hall, and that he had good skills, but they had never seen Qian Jiaqi take action. Today, they were lucky enough to see him, so of course they were very curious.

Tianyu suddenly frowned and asked, "If I beat you, can I take over the owner of the hall?"

He was a little impatient. He challenged them one by one, and they were all these weak warriors. Tianyu felt that he was wasting his time.

Qian Jiaqi was stunned at first, and his face immediately sank, but he was a bit taciturn, so he didn't say much and replied, "Yes!"

"Very good!" Tianyu nodded: "Let's do it!"

Qian Jiaqi said nothing, roared, and pounced directly at Tianyu with a tiger descending from the mountain.

His roar was like a tiger's roar, and coupled with his own momentum, he was like a real tiger, with extraordinary power, and many students next to him were shocked.

But

The next moment, Qian Jiaqi suddenly felt an invincible force coming. Even if a real tiger came, it would be instantly crushed in front of this force.

Qian Jiaqi's forward momentum came to an abrupt halt, just like a plane that had just taken off encountered a meteorite falling from the sky and sank directly.

"Bang!"

The wooden board broke, and the entire arena was shaken. Qian Jiaqi's body was slapped into the floor by Tianyu, with only a pair of feet exposed.

Qian Jiaqi himself fainted instantly after enduring such an attack.

If he hadn't practiced martial arts for many years and had strong muscles and bones, he would have broken all his bones.