Chapter 6: I Want to Learn Martial Arts

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Feilong lay sprawled on the arena floor, his eyes wide open, glaring fiercely at Liu Qi, unwilling to close them in death. He had been struck in the head by a single kick, dying instantly. The overwhelming force of that kick shattered his skull in an instant.

Suddenly, silence fell over the arena; the air was so still that one could hear a pin drop.

Then, a commotion erupted as the members of the Green Robes Sect rushed forward.

“Third Leader, wake up!”

“He’s dead! The Third Leader is dead!”

“Ghost Foot Qi, damn you! The Green Robes Sect and the West Gate Carriage Guild are sworn enemies!”

Chaos broke out around the arena.

But since this was a formal duel, there were renowned martial elders present to maintain order. Though the Green Robes Sect members were enraged and shouted about waging war against the West Gate Carriage Guild, no one dared to act rashly.

This was a fair fight, a matter of life and death. The arena was set up at the street corner for a genuine battle to the death. Both sides had signed death pledges before stepping onto the platform. If one died on the arena, it was their own fault for lacking skill.

In truth, Liu Qi’s final whip-like leg strike was executed with such speed that few could witness it clearly. Even Chen Jie, standing so close, failed to see the waist twist and the explosive power behind that lethal kick.

It was too fast.

In a flash, that single kick erupted, and Feilong was sent flying, collapsing on the arena floor, blood gushing wildly.

Ghost Foot Qi’s leg skills were famed for their speed, cunning, and unpredictability. His legs were notorious for their swiftness.

The key was that Feilong had grabbed one of Liu Qi’s legs, believing himself victorious, which left him exposed defensively. Unexpectedly, it was Liu Qi’s other leg that delivered the true killing blow.

At the final moment, though Feilong sensed the deadly threat, it was far too late to evade.

“Hmph! Ghost Foot Qi, as the green mountains stand and the waters flow, we shall see about this!”

“Brothers, let’s go!”

A burly man from the Green Robes Sect ordered Feilong’s body carried onto a stretcher.

Then, turning to Liu Qi, he snarled fiercely before departing.

Moments later, only the carriage drivers of the West Gate Carriage Guild remained.

Chen Jie drew a sharp breath, his head buzzing from what he had just witnessed.

Liu Qi’s final whirlwind whip kick struck Chen Jie’s mind with overwhelming force.

Too fast, too fierce, too domineering!

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True martial skill!

Absolutely true martial skill!

“People around said this was a death match, a gang fight, and also a means to settle disputes between factions!”

“It seems this Ghost Foot Qi is the leader of the West Gate Carriage Guild. He looks young. I wonder if this world even has someone like Wong Fei-hung?”

Chen Jie pondered silently, glancing at his surroundings.

Indeed, the environment bore a striking resemblance to Wong Fei-hung’s era.

Moreover, the martial prowess in this world was somewhat abnormal, far beyond Chen Jie’s understanding—utterly fierce.

“Opening the ‘Martial Saint Gate’ requires spending [Martial Merit Points]! Could earning these points be related to learning martial arts?”

“I’m almost twenty-three. Is it too late for me to start training now?”

“If only Yang Jun were here. He loved practicing martial arts and fighting since childhood. This would suit him best!”

Though Chen Jie was unsure if gaining [Martial Merit Points] truly depended on martial training, the term itself suggested no mistake: to unlock the ‘Martial Saint Gate,’ one must learn martial arts.

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The death match concluded.

Ghost Foot Qi stepped down from the arena, brimming with pride.

He cupped his fists and shouted to those around him:

“I am Liu Qi, leader of the West Gate Carriage Guild’s drivers, nicknamed ‘Ghost Foot Qi.’ I hope to receive your guidance!”

With today’s battle, the West Gate Carriage Guild had firmly established its reputation.

Everyone nearby nodded silently in acknowledgment.

Gang conflicts were usually resolved through martial contests.

Though the West Gate Carriage Guild was merely a small faction made up of carriage drivers, Ghost Foot Qi’s formidable strength meant it would soon grow rapidly.

Recruitment was underway!

Before long, the Guild unfurled a banner to begin enlisting new members.

Chen Jie squeezed into the crowd of applicants.

No one queued; they crowded together tightly.

Judging by the applicants, they were mostly impoverished folk, their coarse cloth clothes patched and worn.

To sign up and earn [Martial Merit Points], Chen Jie needed to learn martial arts quickly!

Time was pressing; he had no time to seek other factions.

At last, he pushed through to the registration desk.

There, Chen Jie was stunned to find the woman who had been standing beside him earlier.

She wore a floral padded jacket and had two large braids. Her big eyes sparkled.

She didn’t seem like a pampered girl; her hands bore thick calluses.

Though young, her face held a hint of innocence.

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One had to admit, she was well-developed; even through her padded jacket, her figure was striking.

Upon seeing Chen Jie, the woman’s eyes widened, and she regarded him curiously.

No wonder—Chen Jie wore a T-shirt and jeans, standing out starkly among the others.

More importantly, he was clean, unlike the others whose faces were grimy and blackened.

She studied Chen Jie for a moment, glanced at the name he registered, then exclaimed in surprise:

“Young Master Chen, you’re signing up to be a carriage driver?”

Clearly, she doubted him deeply.

Chen Jie’s appearance hardly suggested a life of hardship; why would he register as a carriage driver?

In essence, though the West Gate Carriage Guild was nominally a small faction, it was merely a small organization of rickshaw pullers.

Unlike the gangs that bullied and dominated the markets, there was a clear distinction.

Thus, those signing up for the West Gate Carriage Guild were mostly impoverished individuals seeking to earn their living pulling rickshaws.

With Chen Jie’s fair skin and unusual attire, no one could believe he was cut out for such work.

“Ah? Carriage driver? No, I’m not signing up to be a driver—I want to learn martial arts!”

Chen Jie shook his head quickly.

The woman was momentarily stunned, then said in surprise:

“Learn martial arts? We’re not a martial arts school, but a carriage guild. Are you mistaken?”

Chen Jie responded seriously:

“I’m not mistaken. That Liu Qi on the arena had amazing skills! I want to train with him!”

The woman shook her head:

“But we don’t take disciples. Besides, you’re already too old—past the prime age for martial training. You should go elsewhere. We only recruit drivers.”

Suddenly, she seemed to recall something. After scanning Chen Jie up and down, a smile appeared on her face.

Her big eyes twinkled as she added:

“If you want to learn martial arts, it’s not impossible—but it’s very expensive.”

Chen Jie nodded:

“That’s fine. I’ll pay the tuition.”

A smile lingered on the woman’s face as she stood and gave a command to someone nearby.

Then, she nodded at Chen Jie:

“Come with me. I’ll take you to the guild’s main hall.”

Moments later, the woman led Chen Jie through several turns and two alleys, arriving at a rundown brick and tile building.

Chen Jie stared in disbelief.

No way.

Is this the West Gate Carriage Guild’s main hall?

Why bring me here?

Wasn’t Ghost Foot Qi still recruiting at the other place?

Before entering, the woman shouted inside:

“Aunt Thirteen! Aunt Thirteen! Come out quickly! Someone wants to become a disciple and learn martial arts—Aunt Thirteen!”