Three o'clock in the afternoon, Lu Zong Fighting Gym.

As an apprentice who has just learned fighting for half a year, Mark, who comes from a poor family, can only offset part of his tuition fees by doing odd jobs to pursue his fighting dream.

At this time, he was cleaning the steps in front of the fighting gym with a broom. Suddenly he noticed a strong wind coming, and his bulging hair fell to one side. When he looked up, he saw a gorgeous and domineering brown speed car parked.

In front of the fighting gym.

A strong man wearing a suit and sunglasses quickly jumped out of the driver's seat. He quickly walked to the passenger seat and opened the door, welcoming a young man with noble clothing and outstanding temperament.

Without any confirmation, Mark knew that this was a rich man. At only 13 years old, he didn't have the stubbornness of a young man. He immediately put on a smile and went forward to greet him: "Hello, are you here..."

"Master Li Xing!" Before he could finish asking, a loud voice came from behind, and a young man wearing a martial arts uniform with the word 'Lu' printed on it walked out quickly and said with an enthusiastic smile: "I just picked you up

The news that it is coming has arrived unexpectedly. Welcome to the Lu Zong Martial Arts Gym, please follow me."

"Trouble."

As an apprentice in the gym, Mark naturally knows this young man. He is the eldest disciple of the gym owner and the master of the fighting gym. He rarely teaches in person, and the few times he makes a scary face.

It turns out that there are times when I am so passionate.

Mark was curious. After passing a few people, he stopped sweeping the floor and tiptoed back to the fighting gym. He soon discovered that he was not the only one who was curious. Many apprentices in the fighting gym stopped exercising and looked around.

Get someone.

A familiar young man came over and said, "Mark, do you know who this is?"

"I don't know...are you here to sign up?"

"How is it possible that just by signing up, you can be accompanied by a master? I think it means that the museum owner is not here, otherwise the museum owner might have to come out!"

"What's that for?"

The teenagers listened attentively and soon discovered that the master was introducing some of the equipment in the fighting gym to the visitors, even down to the details of the weights, the manufacturers of sandbags, and the prices of the equipment.

Except for small things such as sandbags, each of them is an astronomical figure for Mark.

As a result, the handsomely dressed young man completed a circle and pointed casually with his finger: "I need four sandbags and a set of weights. Is the maximum 30kg? There should be higher ones? 50? Okay, then bring them."

Go to the higher ones, 40, 45.

In addition, that, that, that... I need one each, that kind of practice stone pier..."

The man in a suit and sunglasses who was following him took notes with a pen and paper. He seemed to say something close to his ear, and received a shake of his head in response: "Buy as I say."

Only then did Mark realize that this rich man had come to choose equipment to set up a practice room at home. His eyes widened immediately and snot bubbles came out of his nose.

Damn, I’m so envious!

I also want to be a rich man!

When the master said the number "about 3.5 million" from his mouth, his heart beat faster and pictures of the future appeared in his mind.

After becoming a world fighting champion, he walked on the bustling street, surrounded by people. He pointed at several buildings and bought, buy, buy. Even more enthusiastic fans and girls cheered for him in the distance, but they were ignored by his bodyguards.

Intercept ruthlessly.

When the time comes, the considerate Mr. Mark will definitely push aside the bodyguards and give them autographs...

"What's your name? What's your age?"

Snap——

The voice in front of Meimeng was broken, and the snot bubbles in his nose were also broken. Only then did he realize that the rich man had walked in front of him at some point, and the master was staring at him with disgust.

Mark blushed and stood up instantly: "My name is Mark, I am 13 years old!"

"Mark? This name is not too domineering. Does a fighter have to have a resounding stage name? Oh, it's too early for you to choose a stage name now."

Ji Xing smiled and patted his shoulder and walked out. The master glared at him again, but fortunately he didn't seem angry or reproachful.

Mark was stunned, stage name?

Well, this is indeed a big deal. As the future world fighting champion, I have to have a loud name and a good-looking signature...

Domineering, um, domineering?

Or... call him Satan?

Yes, the devil Satan!

…

Ji Xing rarely used wealth to show off. He did not expect that he would meet such a person when traveling to suit his status and gain extra benefits.

Isn't this the future Satan City?

There is a trivia in Dragon Ball. Although he looks like an elder, Satan is indeed the same age as Krillin, and is only one year older than his in-law Goku.

He is 13 years old, so Sun Wukong is 12 years old, which is the year when the plot starts.

The next thing is easy to deduce - 16-year-old Bulma took advantage of her freshman year of high school to travel in search of the Dragon Balls and met Goku, and the only long enough vacation to match was summer vacation, which was late August and September.

Two months!

As Ji Xing's body becomes stronger and stronger, the Qixing Pearl will no longer give him two full years to adapt, which would be a waste of time.

"Two months...the initial plot of Dragon Ball..." I don't know if I don't recall it carefully, or maybe I didn't pay attention when I was a child. Why did Bulma give so many benefits in the first place?

It's replayed in my mind, so there's no need to go see it live. Ji Xing has no interest in beauty.

Let’s exercise first and see how far we can do it in two months.

When Ji Xing returned home, he immediately moved his body briefly in the practice room, which had been packed away but the equipment had not yet been delivered. He quickly determined one crucial thing - the physical fitness and tolerance of the Earthlings in Dragon Ball.

The speed is far more exaggerated than Conan or even One Piece World!

He could use his hands and feet more!

Early the next morning, under the money offensive, the purchased equipment was transported to Ji Xing's private practice room through the universal capsule, and was easily arranged as needed.

Then came the auxiliary personal trainers and nutritionists that Ji Xing needed.

The nutritionist is a 35-year-old woman with a certificate of senior nutritionist and senior chef. She is a high-level talent who can only be hired with a monthly salary of one million.

The auxiliary personal trainer is a 33-year-old man named Channule, with a strong build. He was originally a well-received coach in a fighting club. He was easily hired after being offered a double salary of 300,000 yuan.

Facing his boss, he was a little nervous. He was obviously worried that the rich man had a bad temper, or that Ji Xing was just playing for fun. If he didn't give too much, he would never come over, in case he had just resigned and changed jobs.

He was unemployed because his son was just three years old and needed money.

But I heard that the housekeeper said that I was personally selected by him from among the candidates. I shouldn’t be dismissed simply, right? Even if I am the chairman of Big Dog Company, I am still a young man who loves face most. How can I admit that I was selected?

Wrong person?

"Master, let's start with the basics?" It seemed that the butler had also told him, and he learned to call Ji Xing 'Master'.

"Well, come on."

When they came to the practice room together, Qian Noule's eyes lit up with the neat and brand-new equipment. He pointed at the treadmill and said, "Then first..."

"Help me do some simple stretching first."

Ji Xing smiled, pulled over a yoga mat, and put his hands behind his back: "Here, grab my wrist, yes, that's it."

Qian Nule was stunned for a moment, feeling that something was not quite right, so he heard: "Try harder."

"oh oh!"

"Two more points."

"Ah, good!"

Boom——

A slight noise was heard, and Qian Nule's face suddenly turned pale, and he subconsciously let go of his hands. However, he saw Ji Xing retracting his hands as if nothing had happened, pushing forward, and said: "Yes, the force is controlled more accurately. This time we will change it."

Sideways."

"Stop being so dazed and deducting money, hurry up and hold on to me."

"Ah, yes!" When he heard that the money would be deducted, Qian Nule broke into a cold sweat and followed Ji Xing's instructions without hesitation to help him stretch.

The sound of joints cracking made Channule swallow his saliva. Although stretching means stretching, is it really okay to make every joint crack? What if the joints are worn out?

And this young master seems to have some basic knowledge? Didn’t his butler say he has zero basic knowledge?

After finally getting through the puppet-like stretching activity, when Ji Xing finally stepped on the treadmill, he breathed a sigh of relief and muttered softly: "Actually, it's better to warm up first and then stretch."

Ji Xing didn't know whether he heard it or not. Anyway, he didn't give any feedback and just ran on the treadmill for 15 minutes or two kilometers. During this period, he stretched his back or twisted his hips from time to time to maximize his body movement.

When he came down, sweat had soaked through his training clothes. Just when Qiannule thought he was going to rest for two minutes, he heard Ji Xing say: "It's almost done, come over and help me press my legs."

"Press, press your legs?!"

Leg pressing is normal and is the basis of martial arts fighting. All fighters need to go through this step, but that thing... hurts like hell!

Qian Nule still remembers how he cried when he pressed his leg for the first time when he was a teenager. Tears fell from his eyes in profusion. He cried even worse than when the girl he liked married someone else.

Furthermore, it takes at least ten and a half months for other martial arts practitioners to reach the point of pressing their legs. How can anyone have to press their legs on the first day?

No! This is absolutely not possible! This young master has no idea about leg presses. If I directly persuade him to quit, wouldn’t I be completely unemployed?!

"few……"
To be continued...