Chapter 21: Wearing Stockings on My Head?

He was about to faint.

In that case, he definitely couldn't continue fighting. Otherwise, it would be too immoral.

It was a matter of principle.

[Ding!]

[You have fought a battle. Strength + 10kg.][Ding!]

[You have fought a battle. Strength + 10kg.]A System Notification jingled in his head.

It was already dawn. It was a new day, and his [Battle] count had already refreshed.

"Hmmm …"

Jiang He could not help doing a double take.

Of the three [Battle] counts in a day, he had only refreshed it twice, and there was still one left. That left Jiang He very uncomfortable, feeling as if ants were crawling over his body. He would not be able to sleep if he did not finish this!

"He's already unconscious anyway. He wouldn't say anything if I beat him up again, would he?"

Jiang He then kicked Ma Long who had fainted twice.

[Ding!]

[You have fought a battle. Strength + 10kg.]After three [Battle] counts, Jiang He was satisfied and comfortable all over. He found Ma Long's wallet, counted 200 and returned to the barbeque stall to pay, before returning to the mental hospital while humming a little tune.

…

In a dark alley.

Li Qiang only felt that his consciousness was dizzy. He did not know how long he had been drifting in the darkness before he gradually stabilized.

"Eh?"

"Where is this?"

"What happened to me …"

Li Qiang opened his eyes groggily, feeling a terrible pain in his head as if he had been hit by a brick.

He vaguely remembered that he was an apprentice of the Rumbling Thunder Dojo, training hard for two and a half years before passing the Martial Arts Department (MAD) examination and gaining the right to become a disciple of the Grandmaster Dojo …The memories in his head were becoming clearer.

Li Qiang came to his senses, clutching his head and muttering —"I …"

"Someone hit me with a brick?"

"Brother Long … Brother Long!"

He struggled to get up, shouting loudly.

The alley was too dark, and he had just woken up, so he did not see Ma Long lying on the ground. When he did, Ma Long's face was unrecognizable and his head swollen like a pig's, and he could not help crying out in agony —"Brother Long, what happened?"

"Brother Long, don't scare me …"

Li Qiang was sobbing.

He grabbed Ma Long's hand and shook it vigorously.

Blargh!

Ma Long was shaken awake. He spat out a mouthful of blood and weakly said something.

Li Qiang: "Brother Long, what did you say? I didn't hear you clearly."

He put his ear next to Ma Long's mouth.

Ma Long gritted his teeth. "I told you to stop shaking me … My bones are about to fall apart. Quick, take me back to the dojo!"

After saying that.

Ma Long fainted again.

Hearing this, Li Qiang immediately carried Ma Long on his back and ran towards the "Rushing Thunder Martial Arts School".

He was a martial artist.

His physique was extremely strong.

Carrying a person on his back was not stressful at all.

Coupled with the fact that Ma Long was seriously injured, Li Qiang was anxious and worried. It could be said that he was running at full speed.

As everyone knew …When people were running, the things on their backs would be very bumpy.

Especially when Ma Long was seriously injured.

Three to four kilometers away from the martial arts school, he was jolted awake three times. The blood spurting out of his mouth dyed Li Qiang's back red. Finally, he fainted again the moment he saw the gate of the martial arts school.

"Someone come quickly!"

"Senior Brother Ma Long is dying!"

As soon as Li Qiang ran into the dojo, he shouted loudly. Almost the entire dojo was alarmed.

The "Thunder Rush Dojo" was the largest dojo in Wu City. Naturally, there were professional "doctors" in the dojo.

Very soon.

Ma Long was brought to the infirmary for emergency treatment.

Li Qiang, on the other hand, was brought to the "Hall Master's Office".

Of course.

Ever since the Dojo Master broke through to the "Grandmaster Stage", he rarely showed his face. Usually, the "Thunder Rushing Martial Arts School"'s eldest senior brother, "Xiang Rongshan", was in charge of the dojo. Li Qiang had long heard of this eldest senior brother.

Xiang Rongshan was Fang Tailai's eldest disciple.

His martial arts cultivation was very strong. He had already ascended to Rank-6 eight years ago.

Especially Fang Tailai's Thunder Palm, Xiang Rongshan could be said to have mastered it.

Xiang Rongshan was about 40 years old.

He was tall and burly, and when he sat down on the chair, his entire body exuded an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Li Qiang did not dare to look anymore. He respectfully recounted his encounter in detail.

"Hmm?"

Xiang Rongshan frowned.

"Topless?"

"Silk stockings and a mask?"

"He even shouted that this road was opened by me, this tree was planted by me, and if you want to pass through here, leave the slogan of paying for the road?"

Imagining the scene at that time, Xiang Rongshan felt very strange and could not help but ask: "Did you see this person's appearance clearly? What is his cultivation level? What weapon did he use? "

Li Qiang shook his head and said: "Reporting to Eldest Senior Brother, at that time, the alley was too dark, and that person acted too quickly. I did not see his appearance and cultivation level clearly. As for the weapon … He seemed to be using a brick."

At this moment.

Someone came to report: "Eldest Senior Brother, Junior Brother Ma Long is awake."

Xiang Rongshan got up and went to the infirmary.

As soon as he entered the infirmary, Xiang Rongshan first asked: "How is Ma Long's injury?"

The doctor in the infirmary said: "Three ribs are broken, his right arm is slightly fractured, and his internal organs are somewhat injured … The injury on his face is not a problem, but it is very swollen."

Only then did Xiang Rongshan come to the bedside to ask about it.

Ma Long was very emotional. He gritted his teeth and said: "Eldest Senior Brother, you must avenge me … That bastard is too arrogant. After knowing that we are disciples of the Rushing Thunder Martial Arts Dojo, he actually dared to talk nonsense and said that the person who stopped him was a disciple of the Rushing Thunder Martial Arts Dojo!"

"Oh?"

Xiang Rongshan's gaze turned cold, and he said in a low voice: "After Master became a Martial Dao Grandmaster, our Rushing Thunder Martial Arts Dojo has firmly held the title of the number one martial arts dojo in Wu City … This person dares to say such words, could he be from another martial arts dojo?"

"Doesn't seem like it."

Ma Long said: "There is no flow of True Qi in this person's body. He should be a pure body-refining martial artist, and his strength should be above mine. He should be comparable to a Rank-3 martial artist. He was wearing a pair of blue and white striped pants, like a hospital gown … Oh, right, I met him at a barbecue stall when I was having supper with Junior Brother Li Qiang."

Some disciples of the Rushing Thunder Martial Arts Dojo went to the night market to investigate.

Soon.

They brought back the results of the investigation.

"Ning Psychiatric Rehabilitation Center?"

Xiang Rongshan frowned and said: "You mean … the person who injured Ma Long is a mental patient?"

The disciple who went to investigate said: "The owner of the barbecue stall said so. He also said that the mental patient did not bring any money and left his clothes at the stall, but he returned the money half an hour later … Oh right, the owner also said that the mental patient was wearing a pair of nude stockings on his head."

On the bed, Ma Long cried out excitedly: "It's him … It must be him. I just counted, my wallet is missing 200 yuan!"

Xiang Rongshan was silent.

He had a feeling that this matter was not so simple.

Mental patient?

How could there be such a powerful mental patient?

…

At the same time.

Yun family villa.

Yun Yanchen, who was sound asleep, was awakened by a phone call.

She took out her phone and saw a few messages:"A disciple of the Rushing Thunder Martial Arts Dojo was beaten up by a mental patient?"

She was investigating the "Rushing Thunder Dojo", so she spent some means to bribe a disciple of the "Rushing Thunder Dojo", making her report the situation of the "Rushing Thunder Dojo" to her in detail.

Seeing this message.

Yun Yanchen subconsciously wanted to reply, "You don't have to report such things to me in the future." However, when the text message was ready, she suddenly had an idea. She deleted the content and wrote a new sentence.

"What's the name of that mental patient?"

…

September 1, 2024.

Jiang He promptly woke up at seven in the morning.

Just as he was about to wash up, he realized …She was actually wearing stockings on her head.

Taking off the stockings, Jiang He could not help exclaiming in awe, "This brand of stockings is really good. I didn't feel anything after wearing it for an entire night, and it's breathable and elastic. I'll buy this brand for my wife when I get married.

After washing up.

Morning jog.

Eat breakfast.

Take medicine.

[Reasonable Exercise], [Reasonable Diet], [Reasonable Medication].

Another 30 kg of strength was obtained.

He glanced at the System Attribute Panel.

[Strength: 2560kg]"I wonder if Fifth Brother's injuries have healed … Will it affect his saber practice?"

With that thought in mind, Jiang He headed straight up to the fourth floor.

Meanwhile.

A car from the Thunder Dojo was stopped by the fat security guard at the entrance of the Anning Mental Hospital.

(End of Chapter)