Kung Fu Way: Point Of No End Chapter 3 - Killing The Crop (3)

After the lotion was applied, Su Jie felt like a hot chili pepper tinged him, but after a while, it became cool and comfortable. Su Jie felt extremely relaxed like he'd fall asleep soon.

The "Channel Opening Oil" lotion wasn't produced on the market but was distributed by the school. It was said to be a special secret recipe.

The founder of Minglun Martial Arts School was surnamed Liu and named Guanglie. He was an old martial arts expert well versed in medical techniques and knew a many medicinal secret recipes. After the school was established, he opened a medicine factory and produce various kinds of medicine which produced effective results.

In any case, Su Jie felt it was better than all the lotion available in the public market.

Were it not for the support of the lotion, a city born native like him would have been long exhausted.

After thirty minutes, it was Josh's turn to lie down and Su Jie to press and knead.

Su Jie, at this time, had already recovered his physical strength.

"Indeed, cultivation requires no drugs… only hard physical work…" Ma.s.saged, Josh let out a long breath and spoke a poetic reverential proverb. "You farmers are too great, hoeing all day long. It is tiring, tiring to the body and tiring to the soul. You farmers never needed the use of Minglun lotion, yet you persevered and held on throughout your lives."

"Josh, why did you come to China to study kung fu? I can see that your fighting technique is good. I'm sure you'd rank high in the world fighting arena," Su Jie voiced his doubts as he ma.s.saged Josh.

He'd been in the martial arts school for two days now and he'd never seen anyone strong like the foreigner before him. Had he not seen it with his own eyes, he'd never believed it even if he was beaten to death.

Su Jie was not afraid of hards.h.i.+ps and sufferings, but he was afraid of suffering too much.

"A match is a fight and a fight is a fight. We can't be confused. I started with Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu which was very useful in compet.i.tions. I'd even won a few small district champions.h.i.+ps. Afterwards, I found myself in a scuffle with a hooligan in the streets. We fought to the bitter death, but as I rolled, my head hit the street corner. I bled a lot—might have even incurred a case of head trauma. I knew then that Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu was only suitable in the arena and not in the streets. When you're in the streets fighting, you won't know what will happen to you so I learned boxing but I got knocked out from a sweep in the legs so I learned Muay Thai and Kick Boxing, but once I met a gang member who knew Chinese Kung Fu, I was beaten black and blue. I was better than him, true, but he was as fierce as a tiger and I was too scared to face him so I ended up facing defeat. And this is why I'm here. To learn."

"Your combat experience is way too rich," Su Jie said. He saw far too many scars on Josh's body—all caused by fighting on the streets. Maybe he fought as a one-man against groups of many, maybe it involved the use of weapons. There were far too many variables.

"Josh, what should I do if I want to improve my fighting skills quickly and want to win?" Su Jie asked, a question both critical and serious.