Sparring Hall

"83 points?"

Julian's eyebrow raised subconsciously.

The total value of his four-dimensional attribute was actually 85 points, which was not much different from the data given by the detector. The result only slightly deviated from the real value. The margin of error of this standard detector was better than Julian thought.

Julian's calm expression sharply contrasted with the girl's surprised look.

'Oops, what a promising young boy! I thought he was just an ordinary student, but he's actually a level 2 practitioner! Is he a combat department student from a prestigious college or a young hunter?'

The girls looked at Julian in a different light. Her eyes were sparkling as if looking at treasure, and a faint blush spread on her smooth, unblemished cheeks.

In this age, for ordinary people, having a relationship with a combat department student was akin to having a golden ticket for a brighter future.

Whether he joined the military or another superhuman organization after graduation, his future was already secured.

Furthermore, the boy in front of her had a handsome face with a calm and serene aura exuding an air of maturity beyond his actual age.

If she could seduce him and become his girlfriend, she would definitely enjoy the peak of life in the future.

With that thought in mind, the front desk clerk gave Julian the brightest smile she could muster as she guided Julian to fill out the form with a gentle tone.

"Mr. Julian, there are three levels of membership in our club: Gold, Platinum and Diamond. Which one you plan to choose?"

Julian inquired further. "What's the difference between those options?"

The front desk girl pulled a piece of paper from the side desk, her fingers 'incidentally' brushed against Julian's hand as she handed it over.

Feeling the soft sensation on his skin, Julian's lips twitched subconsciously before acting like nothing happened and ignoring a brief flash of disappointment displayed on the girl's face.

The list contained a detailed explanation of each membership plan.

Gold Membership. The membership fee at 8,999 FC/year. This tier of membership only offered basic services, such as the club's sparring matching service.

Platinum Membership. The membership fee at 19,999 FC/year. This tier of membership offered all the benefits of Gold Membership, and in addition, members of this tier also had access to use the club's practice room and participate in the high-level hunters' lectures held by the club from time to time.

Diamond Membership. The membership fee at 59,999 FC/year. Including the benefits of all tiers above, the member of this tier would be provided with an exclusive manager for one-on-one service, the right to initiate special training and sparring sessions, and various premium services available in the club. They could also specially designate an opponent as their sparring partner.

Unfortunately, all the tiers above didn't include private tutoring from martial arts instructors and professional hunters. This kind of service required yet another additional charge.

Reading the list, Julian couldn't help sighing internally. Pursuing the paths of hunters and martial artists was really expensive.

For a mere sparring arrangement and renting a venue, it would cost him 8,999 FC/year. Let alone the highest tier, which costs almost 60,000 FC/year, ordinary people with no special background like him wouldn't be able to afford the basic service without bleeding their savings.

"Gold Membership, please."

Julian pulled out his bank card from the wallet and reluctantly handed it over to the front desk girl, feeling a little pain in his heart.

Nearly half of his savings were gone in an instant.

It seemed that he had to readjust his plan a little bit; finding a way to make some money had to be listed as one of the highest priorities on his to-do list. Otherwise, he wouldn't even be able to afford the amount of meat needed to practice the Whale Swallowing Breathing method in the future.

"Okay, please wait a moment."

The girl at the front desk took the bank card with a smile and skillfully operated the computer, completing Julian's registration in less than two minutes and handing over the golden membership card to Julian.

"The sparring hall is on the third floor; you can take the elevator at the end of the corridor to go up."

"Thanks."

When he received the membership card, Julian found a piece of paper slipped beneath the card with a name and phone number written on it.

Lifting his head, he glanced at the name plate clipped to the front desk girl's left chest.

Sensing Julian's gaze, the girl's pretty face blushed fiercely. She stared back at him with a hint of expectation hidden in her shy eyes.

Unfortunately, Julian wasn't interested in romantic relationships right now.

He didn't want to embarrass the girl, so he planned to put away the note and find a place where no one was around to throw it away.

But in the next second, a message popped up in front of him.

[A woman in your heart will slow down the speed of drawing a sword. Staying single and focusing on personal development will make you stronger faster. Let's aim to be a sage!]

[Heart of Stone]: Reject a total of ten confessions from the opposite sex. Reward: 1,000 PD points. Current progress: 0/10.

'What the fuck?!'

Julian suddenly felt the maliciousness of the system and hurled a barrage of curses in his heart.

Fortunately, there wasn't any penalty if he couldn't complete this mission. Otherwise, he would've had to stay as a single dog for his entire life. Imagining that kind of life, Julian shuddered subconsciously.

After severely criticizing the system internally, Julian immediately wore a cold expression and put the note on the top of the desk.

"Sorry, I already have a girlfriend."

Then, Julian turned around and left without looking back, leaving behind the front desk girl in a daze.

'Sorry, girl. But the reward of 1,000 PD points is too tempting to ignore.'

Among the missions on his list, this was the one with the highest reward. But compared to the other missions, this was also the most unpredictable mission for Julian because he was forced to be in a passive position.

Unless he could manipulate people's emotions, he wouldn't be able to take the initiative.

Even if he could, he wouldn't sink that low just to complete the mission.

The only good thing was that there was no penalty or time limit for the mission, so Julian could take it easy to clear it.

This incident was just a small episode in Julian's life, and he quickly put it behind him.

Entering the elevator, he selected the third floor as the destination. Soon, a ding sound rang inside the elevator, and the door opened automatically.

As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, a wave of loud noises washed over him. His eyes scanned the bright and spacious hall in front of him, which was divided into six identical areas.

In each area, an open ring stood right in the center surrounded by crowds, and on each ring, a pair of fighters were fighting fiercely, exchanging several moves with each other. The sound of fists and feet colliding echoed in the room, with shouts and cheers from the audience as their background.

The atmosphere inside the sparring hall was lively and intense.

Julian strolled around and found that this place was exactly as rumored on the internet. Most of the members' strength levels were concentrated between the 2nd and 3rd levels, with the majority of them being the former.

This time, all the fighters on the six rings happened to be level 2 practitioners.

Chen Chuan stopped at ring no. 3 and observed the fight.

The strength of the two fighters in the ring was not weak; looking at their skills, the total value of the four dimensions of each fighter was likely to exceed 90 points.

After watching the fight for a while, Julian made a mental simulation in his mind.

Although his four-dimensional attributes were lower compared to the two fighters on the stage, he didn't have the slightest doubt that he could easily stand up as the winner if he faced them.

The source of his confidence was his perfect-level martial arts skill.

After a thorough observation, he could tell his attainment in the martial art he practiced was much better compared to theirs.

One practiced the Tiger Palm Technique, and another practiced the Spirit Snake Fist Art. Both of them were at a similar grade to Thunder Fist technique, but they were only at master-level at best.

Even if he didn't use Flash Step, Julian was certain that he could defeat the two of them with Thunder Fist alone.

Julian quickly lost interest in their fight, left ring no. 3 quietly, and headed toward the counter in the corner of the hall where he applied for a sparring match.

The Iron Fist Club had its own set of rules for the sparring arrangement.

Firstly, they divided the members who applied for a spar into several grades according to their respective life energy levels. Then, they divided it again into several levels according to the total value of their four-dimensional attributes based on a 10-point increment.

For example, people with four-dimensional attribute values ranging from 80 to 89 will be placed in the first level, 90 to 99 in the second level, and so on and so forth.

The members of the same group would be randomly selected for a sparring match.

In this way, to a certain extent, the disparity in strength between the two parties could be avoided, providing a better experience for both parties.

Julian's total value of the four-dimensional attribute measured with the detector was 83, which meant that he would be included in the first level group. His opponent would be at most an 89-point level 2 practitioner.

"Mr. Julian, your sparring application has been processed. Please wait a moment and keep an eye on the electronic screen in the hall. It will display your ring and number of matches."

The staff respectfully handed back the membership card.

Julian thanked the man, raised his head to look at the electronic screen in the hall, and quickly found his information.

"Ring No. 4, today's 15th match, member ID58395 vs. member ID00284."

58395 was exactly his member ID.