Chapter 141: I Refuse to Believe You Won't Give Me Your Token!

The Taoist Twelve-Section Brocade was an art for nurturing life and conserving energy, yet the Body-Stretching Exercise was also an unparalleled method for strengthening the physical body. It was precisely by relying on some of the techniques learned from the Body-Stretching Exercise, combined with his thorough and meticulous knowledge of acupuncture points, that Qin Luo had been able to emerge victorious time and time again. When engaging in combat, dealing with three or five minor thugs was a breeze for him.

However, when encountering genuine masters who had left trails of bodies across fields, the gap between them became glaringly obvious.

Qin Luo’s sudden pounce was also a move from the Body-Stretching Exercise known as "Double Apes Bowing to the Moon," with both hands thrusting straight toward Li’s neck.

He was familiar with this technique, and its power was considerable. He intended to give Li a sharp initial setback.

*I am a frail doctor with no strength to truss a chicken, and you are a professional soldier who fights and tosses knives all day long. If I win one out of three moves against you, it won't be considered too disgraceful a defeat, right?*

Harboring such thoughts, Qin Luo wanted to launch a surprise attack, striking her unawares.

To be honest, Qin Luo executed this move quite proficiently. As his fists thrust forward together, even if they lacked the mighty roar of tigers, they still stirred up a gust of wind.

Unfortunately, he underestimated Li’s strength. Or rather, he overestimated his own.

Just as his hands were about to touch Li’s neck, Li stepped back right on cue.

Qin Luo felt a secret surge of joy in his heart. Shifting his feet forward to match the rhythm of Li’s retreat, he once again clawed at her neck.

When fighting with a woman, this was simply a more accessible target.

If you were to target someone's chest, wouldn't that be the behavior of a hooligan?

This time, Qin Luo was even faster, and the arc of his movement was larger as well. He was determined to gain some advantage on this second move and refused to give Li a chance to counterattack.

What a pity!

The second strike missed its mark once again, because Li stepped back yet again at the absolute hair's-breadth moment.

This made Qin Luo a bit angry. *Are you going to fight or not? Either you hit me, or you just stand there and let me hit you. You can't just keep retreating forever.*

The third move: "Pushing the Window to Pluck the Moon."

In fact, this move could also be given another name, such as "Monkey Assaults the Chest" or "Qin Luo Grabs the Balls."

Because this move required leaping forward into the air with both hands pushing straight out, and the targeted area was indeed the opponent's chest.

Clearly, the man who invented this move back in the day was either an outright pervert or a pseudo-pervert. It was unknown whether he failed to anticipate that his opponent might be a woman or simply pretended not to realize it—anyway, once executed, this move was ninety percent vulgar and one hundred percent obscene.

Qin Luo had no other choice. Li’s footwork was peculiar and her body was as light as a feather; without even seeing her move, she had already retreated several paces. If he wanted to close the distance quickly, he had no choice but to use this lunging technique.

"Hooligan!" Li shouted in fury.

She finally abandoned the notion of a cat playing with a mouse and stopped retreating to toy with Qin Luo. After dodging Qin Luo's chest-assault with a single step back, she advanced with lightning speed. Then, she kicked straight out with her right foot in a hundred-and-eighty-degree arc—the pointed tip of her small leather boot came to rest right against the underside of Qin Luo's chin.

With the slightest movement from Qin Luo, she could pierce right through his chin.

*"She ended up using a weapon after all,"* Qin Luo thought with a sense of grief.

"Alright. The two of you stop," the Dragon King called out.

"Hooligan!" Li glared fiercely at Qin Luo once more, retracting her foot with a look of lingering indignation.

"Fists and kicks have no eyes. I couldn't help myself," Qin Luo said with an awkward chuckle.

The Dragon King looked at Qin Luo and said, "Qin Luo’s martial foundation is quite decent. For an ordinary person, having such skills is already remarkable. If you aren't going to the battlefield to kill enemies, it is more than enough for self-preservation."

Qin Luo gave a bitter smile and pointed at Li, saying, "Is this considered decent? I couldn't even touch the hem of her clothes."

The Dragon King was amused by Qin Luo's remark and said, "Kid, you certainly are greedy. Li is an elite among the Dragon Breath, and her skills rank in the top five. Escaping from her hands without any serious injuries is already a matter of luck."

*"So my skills are truly not worth mentioning,"* Qin Luo thought. If he couldn't even beat a woman and was going to be bullied by her like this every day, how was he supposed to live?

The Dragon King pondered for a moment and said, "I am a person who dislikes owing others in this lifetime. How about this? You treat my illness every day, and every day I will pass on a few techniques to you. We'll be even. How does that sound?"

When a person reached a dead end, they often found themselves arriving at a village tucked amidst willow shades and bright flowers; yet, when presented with multiple choices, they always hesitated and stood still.

This proposal put Qin Luo in a difficult spot. Originally, he had planned to cure the Dragon King’s illness and then ask them for a badge that would make police officers salute him upon sight.

How majestic would it be to carry a badge like that when going out? When spitting on the ground, you wouldn't even get fined.

However, he also desperately wanted to learn martial arts. With good skills, who would dare bully him? If that violent woman tried to flash her knives in front of him again, he could snatch them away and toss them straight into the trash can.

Could the fish and the bear's paw truly not be had both?

"What? Are you unwilling?" The Dragon King asked, noticing the hesitation on Qin Luo's face.

"Willing. I am very willing," Qin Luo said happily.

"Very good. As it happens, I have nothing to do today, and my spirits are reasonably good. Let me teach you a couple of moves first," the Dragon King said with a pleased expression. Lying on this bamboo recliner all day while the younger generation didn't even dare breathe loudly in his presence, he was more than happy to find something to do.

"Alright. Thank you, Dragon King," Qin Luo nodded.

"Your aptitude is good, and your foundation is decent, too. It's just that your body is too frail, and your combat experience is far too lacking. What is true martial arts? It is acting as one pleases, neutralizing moves as they come, and exploiting gaps to injure the enemy. Those martial arts that rigidly mandate every single fist and palm posture are entirely unsuited for modern warfare."

"Therefore, the most famous special forces internationally today prefer to use Muay Thai and Karate for their trainees' curricula. Because their traits are speed, precision, and ruthlessness, devoid of rigid routines, making it difficult for opponents to find flaws and counterattack. Fortunately, the "Profound Arts Records" you extracted only contain a few exquisite techniques. If applied practically, it is quite a decent textbook."

This was the first time Qin Luo had ever heard anyone give him such a detailed explanation of the various methodologies of martial arts, so he listened with rapt attention.

Some men wanted to stand tall, while others wanted to grow stronger. Qin Luo undoubtedly belonged to the latter.

"Take that leap and flat-thrust move of yours from earlier, for instance. If your speed were slightly faster, your body's trajectory slightly deflected away from her direct front, and you had prepared one or two follow-up moves, it wouldn't have been entirely impossible to injure Li. Unfortunately, once your single move was spent, your momentum collapsed entirely. In actual combat, this is an extremely dangerous behavior. The opponent merely needs to evade your attack to seize your flaw and launch a relentless pursuit. At that moment, your life would be forfeit."

Qin Luo felt as though he had been enlightened by a divine灌顶, his mind instantly clearing.

With a loud *thud*, he dropped to his knees on the ground and kowtowed three times heavily, saying with gratitude, "Thank you, Master, for imparting your arts to me. This disciple will never forget this kindness."

Li, who was in the midst of peeling an apple, froze in place, and even the Dragon King took quite a while to react.

"Qin Luo—didn't we agree? You treat my illness, and I teach you martial arts. We are even. You don't need to perform such a grand ceremony, get up quickly," the Dragon King said.

"Hearing a few words from you is better than reading books for ten years. The ancients had the concept of a teacher for a single word; having received such immense grace from Master, if I were not to treat you with the etiquette of a master and disciple, I would be an ingrate devoid of conscience," Qin Luo said with an air of righteous heroism.

"However, I have no intention of taking on disciples," the Dragon King stated.

"Master may choose not to acknowledge me as a disciple, but I am determined to recognize Master as my master," Qin Luo argued with reason.

*You taught me things, so naturally you are my master. Eat your fill, wipe your mouth, and pat your backside to walk away? No way.*

Seeing Qin Luo's stubborn expression, the Dragon King burst into hearty laughter. This time, his laughter was extraordinarily arrogant, carrying an aura of looking down upon the world with supreme dominance.

"Very well. Interesting. Truly interesting," the Dragon King said, still laughing. "Opportunity is reserved for the prepared. Not bad. You are not bad at all."

Qin Luo smiled awkwardly without speaking. He hadn't expected his little scheme to be seen right through by the Dragon King.

This old man was truly no ordinary person. Even with paralyzed limbs lying in bed, nearing the point where his very brain was about to be 'frozen', his mind remained exceptionally agile.

"You actually managed to draw me into your scheme without me even realizing it. I suppose I have no choice but to take you on as a disciple. Fine, I, Long Qiannian, will break precedent today and accept you as my disciple," the Dragon King said, his gaze burning intensely as he looked at Qin Luo. At that moment, Qin Luo felt a sensation of being melted.

It wasn't the sweet melting between lovers, but rather the old man's eyes suddenly turning frighteningly bright.

Hearing that the Dragon King was finally willing to accept him, Qin Luo dropped back to the ground with three resounding kowtows, his expression solemn as he declared, "Master is before me, please receive Qin Luo’s bow."

Lice don't bother a person when there are too many, and having too many masters—well, one doesn't fear anything.

Qin Luo thought that if anyone dared to bully him in the future, all he would need to do was wave a small triangular flag and shout at the top of his lungs: *Masters, charge!*

Then, horses would neigh and hooves thunder, with the smoke of battle rising everywhere. An invincible legion composed of his numerous masters would charge forward rapidly, grinding the enemy on the opposite side into powder.

There was also a rather minor selfish motive that Qin Luo was too embarrassed to voice out loud.

*I've already bowed to you as my master, surely you're going to give me a badge now, right?*

Could the fish and the bear's paw truly not be had both? Not necessarily.

Today was a day worth commemorating. To put it in more mystical terms: In the year of AD XXX, the legendary medical king Qin Luo met his third master. The wheel of destiny began to turn, rolling toward an unknown future that no one could predict—

And when Qin Luo achieved worldwide fame and became the darling pursued by major global media outlets, his past deeds were dug up one by one.

Breaking news! Medical King Qin Luo was still wetting the bed at age two—

Earth-shattering revelation! The Medical King's dream lover turned out to be Erya from next door—

*Seeing you smile makes me sad for days. Seeing you cry makes me happy for years*—exclusive exposé on the female protagonist in Qin Luo's 'two-timing scandal', hear Miss Yaoyao, representative of the non-mainstream, bitterly denounce the Medical King's romantic history.

According to analysis by our nation's renowned historian Jin Deshui, Medical King Qin Luo has black hair, yellow skin, and dammit, he even has single eyelids—he must be a descendant of our great Korean ethnicity—

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Amidst all these tedious and cluttered exposés, one stood out the most.

That was to say, Qin Luo still maintained this bizarre record: within the medical community, he might not have had the most disciples, but his masters were definitively the most numerous.