The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

Feng Mu was not opposed to joining Douqiong Martial Arts School.

After all, this was his original plan, and now there is no charge. Moreover, although this martial arts school looks far inferior to Canglong Martial Arts School, after seeing the scene in the afternoon, Feng Mu seriously suspected that this martial arts school was not ordinary.

Can a martial arts school that harbors a bunch of murderers be ordinary?

Feng Mu chose a locker, changed into the black training clothes of senior members, looked at his tall but thin figure in the mirror, and a cold light flashed in his dull eyes.

"In short, no matter what medicine Douqiong Martial Arts School sells, I will eat all the sugar-coated ones first, and the rest will not be too late to deal with them after they show their true colors."

Feng Mu rubbed his stiff cheeks. The disadvantage of using [Plastic Embryo] to disguise facial expressions for a long time is that the muscles on the face are easy to stiffen, and they have to be rubbed from time to time to activate blood circulation.

Outside the locker room.

Seeing Feng Mu coming out after changing into his training clothes, Hong Ya's eyes lit up slightly, thinking: "Although the junior brother is a little thin, he looks very capable, with a taste of a skinny tiger. Well, his expression is too dull and not imposing enough."

While Feng Mu was changing clothes, Li Bashan had finished a bucket of rice. At this moment, he was picking up rice grains in the bucket with a wooden spoon, which gave him a sense of contrast like Zhang Fei embroidering.

Seeing Feng Mu coming out, Li Bashan gave up the fantasy of making another bucket of rice from the empty bucket, and muttered in his heart: "Strange, Hong Ya always eats slowly, where did she hide the bowl?"

In the eyes of Hong Ya's disdain, he casually wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth with his sleeves. Feng Mu was sharp-eyed and could see that the latter's chest was also splashed with a lot of oil spots.

"Let's go, Master let me try your quality." Li Bashan said in a muffled voice.

He had deliberately lowered his voice, but half of the students in the dojo still heard it. Some of them glanced at Feng Mu and showed envy or jealousy.

Feng Mu turned his head to look at Hong Ya.

Hong Ya explained: "We teach everyone in Douqiong Martial Arts School. Every new student must be tested for basic skills before we can arrange guidance later."

Hong Ya answered very seriously.

None of the students wearing white training clothes around refuted, but they all curled their lips at the same time.

When we first came in, you did other things besides collecting money. We collectively lost our memory.

Passing through the main area of ​​the dojo, Feng Mu glanced at various instruments or equipment. Most of them were being used by students. He glanced and retracted his gaze.

With his current eyesight, it is not difficult to find that these ordinary students seem to have a poor foundation. The average level of strength they show is far from that of Canglong Martial Arts School.

It's like the difference between regular troops and guerrillas.

On one side are top students from various schools, and on the other side are poor students at the bottom, or "social idlers" like him who have failed the college entrance examination but have not given up.

Passing through the main area, there is a smaller area inside.

There are no various equipment outside, nor those high-tech instruments. Inside is a ring surrounded by ropes.

There are some human stakes for practicing martial arts scattered around the ring. The shape is 1:1 anthropomorphic and the whole body is cast in steel.

Feng Mu was stunned. He originally thought that this place would be more advanced and more technological than the outside, but he didn't expect that it would be so... shabby inside?

It doesn't look like a new martial arts gym in this century, but more like a "legacy of the previous dynasty" a hundred years ago, with an old-fashioned atmosphere that can't keep up with the times.

Senior member area, just like this?

No wonder there are not many people in this senior member area. What you see is... those familiar faces in the afternoon.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven!

Feng Mu counted them, and including Li Bashan and Hong Ya, there were only seven people in total, five men and two women, none of whom wore the training clothes issued by the martial arts hall, but were wearing their own casual clothes.

Two of them were sitting cross-legged on the ground to rest.

The remaining three were pounding the iron pile frantically, without wearing protective gloves, and their fists or elbows and knees were hitting it up, and the iron pile was bleeding.

Of course, it was not the iron pile that was bleeding, but the flesh of the people who were punching was torn and bleeding.

But Feng Mu looked at these people and they did not stop at all, as if they had no pain or feeling. The flesh was torn and the bones were exposed, but the movements became faster and more fierce.

They had no expression on their faces, no pain or groan, and there was a fierce aura between their eyebrows, like a group of monsters in human skin, better than living people.

There was new and old blood everywhere on the iron pile, staining it and seeping into it, turning it into a black color that could not be washed away no matter how much it was washed.

Feng Mu knew that he was a monster forged by [Eat Iron], but he couldn't fight against steel without feeling pain or feeling.

But these people in front of him were just mortals, but they seemed not to stop until the iron man pile was broken. Instead, they looked more like monsters than real monsters.

"I was stared at by them collectively in the afternoon, and the evil iron in my stomach suddenly digested 1%." Feng Mu pondered the connection behind this.

So, the cause was the death stare?

Or, the cause was that these people had something special?

Or, did they need two-in-one to satisfy at the same time?

When Li Bashan and Hong Ya brought people in, these people did not stop their hands, but just looked at him with their eyes, looking at Feng Mu up and down with polite or impolite eyes.

But this time, when they were collectively stared at, the evil iron in Feng Mu's stomach did not move, which made Feng Mu feel a little disappointed.

Li Bashan turned his head and grinned. He pinched Feng Mu's shoulders with his big hand like a palm leaf fan and said in a deep voice: "Our Douqiong martial arts school is different from other martial arts schools."

"Those punching power, attack speed, skill ratings and other things tested by instruments are not counted here."

"Even the talent and comprehension of Laozi are all discounted here."

"Because, Master taught us since childhood that people should not trust machines too much. Machines are dead things, while people are alive. Therefore, the test of people can only be compared by people."

"The data is not important. What is important is who is standing and who is falling in a small space?"

Li Bashan pushed Feng Mu to the middle ring and said, "Master asked me to test your quality. Then you go up and pick someone to fight. After the fight, I will see it clearly for Master."

Li Bashan had another sentence in his heart that he didn't say, that is, you must be the one who fell, but it doesn't matter. What I want to see for Master is how you fell.

Because falling down can see a person's nature more clearly than standing up.

Feng Mu pulled the rope and entered the ring, with a dull and puzzled look on his face. He looked at the people in the arena. As his eyes wandered, the people who were hitting the piles also stopped and looked back at him.

Very strange.

There was no contempt in the eyes of these people, even though Feng Mu showed that he was just an ordinary useless student, but for some reason, he was favored by Master Li Guishe.

There was no contempt, no disdain, on the contrary, there was a trace of eagerness in their eyes.

It was as if they didn't care about the strength of their opponents at all, they were just tired of hitting the iron piles and wanted to find an opportunity to relive the feeling of punching people.

At this moment, being collectively stared at by everyone, although it was still not a death stare, Feng Mu vaguely felt that the evil iron in his stomach had a faint response.

The evil iron was digested a little bit...