The second floor of the dojo was the sparring area. It was made up of a number of multi-purpose halls, and most of them were formal arenas. Customers could come in groups of two or three to spar, while those who came alone could also choose a sparring partner to spar with.
The customers who came to the second floor to train were definitely not the same level as those on the first floor. Most of them had a certain foundation in martial arts, or were about to perceive origin ability. They could be considered as the more powerful people among ordinary humans. Of course, there were also origin ability users who came here sometimes. No matter what level a person was at, martial arts was a necessary training course. This was because martial arts required one to rely on one's own hard work to practice.
Ding Meng had already been brought to the staff area by Xiao Wei to take a bath. He had changed into a set of white, soft training clothes, and he looked much more spirited. His dirty face had been cleaned up, and he could still be considered handsome. However, he was still short, and he looked like a child.
In this era of technology and Origin Energy coexisting, coupled with the fact that everyone practiced martial arts, the average lifespan of a citizen of the Empire was over 130 years old. The lifespan of an Origin Ability user was even longer, and there were plenty of people who had reached the peak of their cultivation who were over 800 years old.
With Ding Meng's current appearance, those who didn't know him would never think of him as an Origin Ability user. After all, he was just too young.
Sparring partners in the dojo had a lot of flexibility. Normally, sparring sessions would last for two hours, and the appearance fee would be 100 tokens. That was the most basic salary.
Then, the fee would be determined based on who the sparring partner was. If the customer was strong, the sparring partner's income would rise accordingly. If the customer was satisfied with the sparring partner, they could even get a tip if they were lucky. This was why Ding Meng had chosen the dojo.
In truth, this wasn't his choice, but Little Rascal's idea. Not only did Ding Meng have no concept of money, he also didn't know anything about income, planning, or operations. He only knew one thing, and that was that no matter how bad Little Rascal's ideas were, he wouldn't scam him when it mattered.
Right now, he didn't have any money. When he didn't have any money, that was when it mattered.
On the south side of the second floor's sparring area was a metal hall built purely out of alloy plates. It was specially designed for people of a higher level to practice.
The hall was almost empty, with only a few sports equipment scattered in the corner. A girl with a perfect figure was concentrating on lifting a barbell.
Xiao Wei knocked on the door. "Miss Qu, your sparring partner is here."
Miss Qu put down the barbell and immediately saw Ding Meng when she turned around. She couldn't help but frown. "Is this the new sparring partner you found?"
There was obvious distrust in her voice, but Xiaowei could only smile and explain, "Miss Qu, he's a new sparring partner in our dojo. He's pretty good, and I believe you'll be satisfied with him this time."
Miss Qu stared at Ding Meng, but she waved at Xiao Wei. "You can go out. He stays. Remember to close the door. Thank you."
The door was an electronic metal door. It was quite heavy. Once it was closed, it made people feel like they had entered a closed metal cage.
Ding Meng also stared closely at the girl in front of him. As soon as he entered, he felt the fluctuation of Origin Energy. He activated his telekinesis vision and saw clearly that the girl's entire body seemed to be surrounded by a layer of faintly discernible light. He immediately raised his vigilance and focused.
Little Rascal finally turned serious. "Ding Meng, this woman is very likely an Origin Ability user who cultivates body tempering."
Body tempering was different from heat and ice. Body tempering focused on tempering one's physical body, and its resistance was very high. Even a beginner Origin Ability user would be equipped with armor that was impervious to fire and water.
However, Little Rascal's next words distracted Ding Meng. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. This woman's figure is really domineering. Ding Meng, this is the first time I've seen a woman with such a great figure. She's even better than that Julie …"
Little Rascal didn't make a fuss this time. Miss Qu wasn't very tall, and she wore a black short-sleeved T-shirt that exposed her navel. The hem of the shirt was tied in a knot, making her slender waist and perky bosom stand out. The T-shirt looked light and elastic, and the outline of her bra was clearly visible.
Below, she wore tight white spandex pants that tightened her well-proportioned thighs and round buttocks. Not only was she beautiful and fashionable, she was also full of seductive charm.
Most importantly, Miss Qu's face was also very delicate. Her forehead was tied up with a blue headband, and her curves were astonishing. She was youthful, fashionable, and beautiful.
In short, when men saw her, they couldn't help but associate her in some unspeakable direction.
At this time, Miss Qu had already walked over to Ding Meng. A fragrance mixed with her body odor and sweat wafted over. Ding Meng couldn't help but feel a little restless. However, he couldn't be blamed for not having enough willpower. For a healthy man with vigorous hormones who hadn't seen many creatures of the opposite sex in twenty years, this was an instinctive reaction.
As expected of Little Rascal, he immediately started a new round of comments. "Ding Meng, did you see her butt just now?
It's like a big pumpkin. It must feel good to the touch. Are you interested in touching it? "
"Shut up, Little Rascal." Ding Meng took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the inexplicable restlessness in his heart.
Miss Qu looked at Ding Meng. "Hello, I hope you won't disappoint me. My time is very precious."
Ding Meng was very calm. "Hello, Miss Qu. Manager Hu has already told me."
Miss Qu said, "Very well. Let's start now."
Ding Meng saluted with his fists. "Miss Qu, please."
Earlier, Xiao Wei had repeatedly told him about the various rules of the dojo. A sparring partner had to look like a sparring partner. The sparring partner couldn't possibly make the first move.
Miss Qu didn't say anything else. She threw a straight punch at Ding Meng's chest.
She didn't underestimate him. There had to be a reason why the dojo dared to send such a short person. However, it was also because he was about the same age as her that she held back a little in her punch.
However, Ding Meng casually moved to the side, and the punch missed.
Miss Qu retracted her fist and nodded in satisfaction. "Not bad."
As soon as she finished speaking, she decisively stepped forward. This time, it was a straight punch aimed at Ding Meng's face. Both her speed and strength were much greater than before.
Ding Meng still moved to the side, staggered, and retreated according to the rhythm of her attack. Unexpectedly, the punch missed. She quickly moved to Ding Meng's right side and counterattacked with her left elbow. This change wasn't fast, but it was too consistent. Ding Meng had to take it this time.
With a "pa" sound, his palm caught the fist steadily.
Young Mistress Qu made use of this momentum and used her elbow to lean against her body. She spun around and swept her right leg over.
Ding Meng was no stranger to this kind of leg sweep. He had experienced it with Bamboo Pole before. However, he was wrong this time. Although his left palm blocked the kick, the opponent's spinning momentum didn't stop. Her left leg followed. Not only was the speed fast, it was almost seamless. This was something that Bamboo Pole couldn't do.
Ding Meng could only retreat again. Unexpectedly, after Miss Qu landed on the ground, she leaned forward, bent down, and stretched out her body like a swallow ready to strike. She threw a straight punch at the opponent's thigh. Her right leg lifted and hooked Ding Meng's chin.
With two muffled sounds, Ding Meng's left leg and chin were hit at the same time. He staggered back a few steps.
"What kind of martial arts technique is this?" Ding Meng was curious.
Little Rascal said, "I don't know either. However, I'm already recording it. I can replay it in the space of consciousness later."
Miss Qu's consecutive attacks were successful. She stood still with a smug look on her face. "Are you okay?"
Ding Meng touched his chin. "I'm fine. Thank you for your concern. Let's continue."
Miss Qu's eyes revealed a hint of joy. "Okay."
After she finished speaking, she rushed forward again. This time, the whole room was filled with continuous sounds of palm and fist strikes. The two figures intertwined. Most of the time, she took the initiative to attack while Ding Meng kept retreating to defend himself.