Martial Arts System

Chapter 376 - Disciple Hao

Chapter 376 - Disciple Hao

Ichiro walked in the streets with his hands in his pockets.

Around him, the excited younger generation was walking with no goal in mind.

There were even family members of the younger generation with them.

The streets that were entirely empty only yesterday were now quite bustling.

Ichiro didn't have any specific location in mind and decided to look around.

Most of the Chosen Ones left to their living quarters to rest after an exhausting night.

They stayed awake the whole night, and that was already very difficult for some.

But Ichiro wasn't feeling tired, but exhaustion was still kicking in.

After walking for a few hundred meters, he walked past a restaurant and then came to a stop as he saw something in the corner of his eyes.

He turned his head and saw a large one-floor building, which resembled a lot of dojo.

Inside the building, young men and women, who were wearing different colors of robes, were training.

Middle-aged men and women who were wearing white-colored robes were teaching them diligently.

Ichiro reached the doorway and looked inside.

The floor of the dojo was in the color of yellow, while dozens of training dummies and striking posts were littered all around the dojo.

The dojo itself was quite large, enough to fit over fifty youths easily.

At the end of the dojo were four doors.

Every now and then, two individuals entered one of the rooms and had a sparring match while one of the teachers was watching over them.

Ichiro entered the dojo and took off his shoes.

Next to the door were shoe racks.

He put his shoes on one of them and walked with his socks inside the dojo.

Few youths glanced at him but soon continued their own training.

Few noticed the shiny silver ring on his finger.

The white-robed teachers saw the black-haired youth but didn't mind his presence.

But, few looked surprised to see one of the Chosen Ones coming into the dojo after exhausting tests.

That changed their opinion about the black-haired youth, and they knew that he was a very hardworking fellow.

Most of the Chosen Ones were sleeping and resting, but not him, which told a lot about his personality.

They didn't know that Ichiro wasn't feeling as tired as others were. Most of the white-robed teachers were part of the ones who made the tests..

They knew how difficult it was to stay awake during the difficult night and especially to stay in the same posture.

Ichiro walked past a few training dummies and stopped in front of a padded striking post.

He trailed his finger on it and squeezed the padding.

''Excuse me, are you one of the Chosen Ones?'' While he was testing the paddings, a voice came behind him.

''Yes, who is asking?'' Ichiro didn't turn back but instead touched the padding with his strong fist.

''My name is Disciple Hao.'' The green-robed disciple bowed respectfully. He had a bald head, which almost shone under the sun.

His face didn't have any unique features. Instead, it was very dull and boring-looking.

''Can I have a sparring match with you?'' Disciple Hao asked and glanced at the silver ring with a hungry gaze.

Ichiro stopped touching the padded striking post and asked, ''Why?''

''I want to test my strength against Chosen One!'' Disciple Hao struck his palm with his fist and shouted powerfully, ''I am 16 years old and Middle Martial Captain!''

His chin was raised slightly in pride.

He has been heard for a long time that his talent was excellent.

''Mmm…'' Ichiro turned around and saw Disciple Hao's proud face.

''Fine… Show me the way.'' He followed behind excited Disciple Hao and entered the first sparring room.

Behind them, a white-robed teacher followed.

The sparring room was 10 meters long with wooden floors, without any windows.

It was completely closed away from the world.

Ichiro raised his head and saw a light bulb hanging from the ceiling, giving the light to the room.

Disciple Hao stopped on the other side of the room with its robes fluttering behind him.

Ichiro slowly moved his legs, with his bottom of feet touching the floor.

''The one who gets hit first is the loser!'' Disciple Hao shouted and went into his fighting stance.

His right leg was in front of him, while his left leg was way behind him.

His posture was relatively low, with his palm in front of him and his other hand behind him, which was clenched in a fist.

Ichiro put his two arms in front of him, both hands clenched in fists.

His back was hunched, and it looked like he was in a defensive posture.

'Why is he going on the defensive?' Disciple Hao thought with a frown.

But, the white-robed teacher knew that it wasn't Ichiro's intention.

'Don't fall for it…' He thought while looking at the Disciple Hao.

But, Disciple Hao fell for it.

'Fine… I will be the one attacking then!' His right leg's muscles twitched, and he lunged forwards!

His figure moved like a streak of lightning as it only took him a second to reach the attacking range.

''Fist!'' He shouted and punched forwards.

'Ordinary punch, nothing special.' Ichiro frowned and put his forearm as a block.

*POW!*

The fist struck the forearm, but neither of them seemed to have the upper hand.

''Ah!'' But then, a grunt of pain escaped Disciple Hao's mouth as he felt his hand almost breaking!

''Kick!'' He shouted and did a low kick, which Ichiro effortlessly blocked.

''Grr!'' Disciple Hao gritted his teeth as he felt his leg almost breaking!

'His body is so tough!'

Ichiro pushed Disciple Hao's arm away, making his posture a mess.

''Oh!'' Disciple Hao staggered a few meters behind before stabilizing himself, but that took more time than he wished.

Ichiro's fist was already upon him!

''DAMN!'' Disciple Hao anxiously put his arms as a block, but Ichiro's fist effortlessly broke the block and sent a powerful strike on his torso.

''UGH!'' Disciple Hao fell down on his knees with a fist-sized mark on his chest.