"I can't go back to the Fight Club anymore..."
As Su Lu left the Fight Club and looked back at the towering building, he felt a tinge of regret.
Even though each person could only be harvested twice, each little bit is valuable. Apart from the three instructors, there were still so many students.
As long as they harbored hostility towards him, becoming a 'Red-named Monster,' they could at least provide two rounds of experience points.
The most disappointing was Baron who, after losing once, stubbornly refused to come back for a second time, leaving Su Lu feeling regretful.
"By now, everyone at the Fight Club must despise me. If I were to return, it would truly be like crashing their place..."
Su Lu sighed, looked at his attribute column, and the '+' symbol that emerged after the [Maga Fighting Skills LV2].
[Expending 20 experience points... Maga fighting skills level raised to LV3! Constitution+0.3, Strength+0.3!]
"From LV2 to LV3, it cost 20 experience points. All the points gained just now were used up, but it's totally worth it!"
Su Lu looked at the attribute column:
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Name:[Su Lu Pottery]
Profession:[None]
Professional Rank:[0]
Title:[None]
Strength:[1.4], Agility:[1.2], Constitution:[0.9], Spirit:[1.6]
Skill:[Creation of Dead Princess LV1], [Maga fighting Skills LV3]
Passive:[Common Hebrew LV3], [Basic Physics LV4], [Demon Hunting Knowledge LV1], [Ancient Hebrew LV2]
XP:[0]
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"Finally... My constitution is back to its previous state!"
The vitality depleted by the last use of Black Magic has finally been restored.
Additionally, his strength has seen a significant increase, almost surpassing the average person by half!
"I can say that the purpose of going to the Fight Club has been achieved in just two days. All thanks to the experience points!"
Su Lu was very clear that he was not a real genius. His staggering achievements today were all pushed up by the attribute column and experience points.
But the attribute column is amazing. This kind of rigid 'imparting' was something he felt incredibly proficient with.
"With LV3 Maga fighting skills, the level of mastery has been further improved... I even feel that the 'Eight Forms' taught by the Fight Club are too complicated, and can be simplified into the 'Four Forms'!"
Su Lu closed his eyes, understanding the power of this leveled fighting skill.
What the Fight Club was teaching was just a simplified version, and many unnecessary steps were added, while some crucial parts were removed.
"After all, it's a civilian version. It would be excessive if they killed someone with a single move!"
Su Lu understood this completely.
Now, with his experience, he instantly transformed the Eight Forms into a more refined 'Four Forms'!
The high-level fighting skills made him feel inspired, like an impromptu poet eager to begin reciting a performance.
He looked around, found a small grove with few people, and quietly practiced.
"There are only two types of attacks, one is a powerful attack, the other is a weak point attack. These are two forms, which can be named 'Tiger Form' and 'Crane Form'!"
"And the techniques of moving and grappling can be integrated, named 'Python Form'!"
"The last one is the defensive 'Turtle Form'!"
"Once the fighting skills have reached LV3, you can innovate from the traditional, exploring your own way, Tiger, Crane, Python, Turtle, these are my own 'Four Forms'!"
Su Lu exhaled slowly.
With his current understanding of Maga fighting skills, he was completely capable of founding a smaller martial arts branch, giving it a name to pass down, such as 'Su's Maga', no... it should be 'Pottery's Maga'.
'But I still prefer the name 'Su's Maga', it sounds a bit like 'Su's Tai Chi'...'
Su Lu slowly withdrew his hands, feeling somewhat sorrowful.
"Good!"
Just then, a clap of applause came from the side, "To be able to train Maga fighting skills to your level is rare indeed!"
"Who?"
Su Lu narrowed his eyes, gazing in the direction of the voice.
Slowly stepping out from the shade of the trees was a young man. He had symmetrical features with blue eyes and white skin, wearing a flaxen shirt and casual trousers. With a constant faint smile on his face, he looked like a bright young boy from next door.
"Don't worry, I bear no ill intentions!"
The young man came up to Su Lu, "my name is Donald. I am the president of the university's fight club. It's rare to see a student of your caliber...What do you say? Interested in joining my fight club?"
"Did you just... come back from somewhere?"
Su Lu was silent for a moment before suddenly asking.
"Uh...Yes? What of it?" Donald scratched his head, a little puzzled.
'If you went back, you'd find that I've almost achieved the feat of single-handedly overthrowing the fight club, which would make our conversation much less cordial and probably lead to an immediate duel!'
Su Lu secretly rolled his eyes, thinking to himself.
However, whether Donald was aware or not, his eyes sparkled, "Since you're the president of the fight club, let's fight!"
Undoubtedly, he was another humanoid experience monster, and definitely tougher than Baron!
"Alright!"
Donald's eyes flickered as he agreed: "I'm going in!"
No sooner than he finished his sentence, he charged at Su Lu, hand spread open and raised high coming down in a swoop.
Whoosh!
The wind blew harshly in his face, stinging painfully.
"Turtle Form!"
Su Lu defended vigorously and with a bang, both of them backed away.
He rubbed his numb arm, looking serious: 'Are you strong! As expected from the president of the fight club!'
Even though his strength was beyond any ordinary human, the other seemed to be even stronger and faster!
'Must seize the opportunity to attack, Crane Form!'
Su Lu's hands sliced through the air and his arms swung at an extreme pace, like an athlete about to start running. His speed suddenly accelerated, circling Donald to strike.
"Good!"
Donald's eyes sparkled and the muscles on his back rose, seemingly turning his body into a brick, taking Su Lu's swing with stride.
Amidst the stifled groan, Su Lu retreated, feeling like he had struck an iron wall. This was a similar effect to hard qigong.
'Although the Crane Form allows for high speed and attack rate, the attack power seems to have decreased!'
With that thought, he moved swiftly and in a flash, his swing turned into a claw, swooping down with great force.
From Crane Form to Tiger Form!
Facing this move, Donald dared not block it with his body. Instead, he let out a growl, and the bones in his arm seemed to soften in an instant, turning into a real steel whip, swinging in rhythm!
Smack!
Su Lu retreated step after step, keeping his right hand behind his back.
Donald didn't take advantage of this to launch an attack. Instead, he stopped and smiled: "You're amazing, stronger than any of the trainers in my fight club. There's no need to continue..."
'If we continue, only the Python Form could be used, which would lead to close combat once I got close to him. If our strengths are similar and we struggle, it would be hard to control our strengths, which is too dangerous...'
Su Lu stopped as well; they were all classmates after all. It was just for fun from the start. There was no need to fight to the death.
"Although you also practice Maga, you seem more streamlined than those in my fight club. It's as if you come from the military, full of a sharp style, but it doesn't seem to be the Federation Army... Oh, what's your name?"
Donald looked a bit puzzled, and Su Lu's heart skipped a beat at his glance.
"My name is Su Lu! Su Lu Pottery!"
"Su Lu, huh? I'll remember that! You can find me at the fight club anytime!"
Donald smiled and walked away.