He Gang was a good seedling. After I answered his questions, he already had a set of self-improvement ideas, which were basically the same as what I had thought. As long as he made good use of his time, he would have no problem dealing with the assessment at the end of the month.
In fact, while teaching others, I also had an indescribable sense of accomplishment. No wonder some big shots in the martial arts field didn't like to establish a martial arts family that dominated a region. Instead, they focused on running a martial arts school. After many years of accumulation, they could have students all over the world. If it wasn't for the purpose of making money, such a state of mind would be worthy of the word 'great'.
"It's okay. Just work hard." I patted his shoulder.
He Gang revealed a simple and honest smile. Although he wanted to ask if I was confident in today's dojo challenge, he didn't say it out loud. If the surrounding students heard it, they would inevitably ridicule him.
At that time, they would have an impression of my mentality, and it would be a loss. In a fight between real masters, it was very likely that one or two mistakes in decision-making would become the key to victory.
After all, in the process of fighting, you need to react according to the situation and adapt to the situation.
Not long after, we arrived at our destination — Gyeongbu Hall.
This was the host of this dojo challenge, and it was also the number one martial arts hall among the six major martial arts schools!
Just from the outside, we could feel the grandeur of Gyeongbu Hall. There were countless high-rise buildings in Beijing, and the design style of Gyeongbu Hall all showed the ingenuity of the designer.
Moreover, the overall style was inclined to the Chinese style. Being in it, there was a feeling of Jianghu heroes, and the atmosphere of martial arts was quite strong.
In order to express a warm welcome, the big shots of Gyeongbu Hall led a group of disciples to welcome the people from the major martial arts schools. I have to say that this was a martial arts feast. Except for some high-ranking officials and dignitaries, even the reporters and media were ready to go.
Of course, the reporters and media had been greeted before, so they must have some idea. However, they couldn't just report randomly, and they couldn't report everything truthfully. Taking photos was still acceptable, but videos were absolutely forbidden.
If word of this got out, the highest level of martial arts in Hua Xia would be like a blank piece of paper, presented to the world. This was not a good thing.
Just like a major military parade, the things that could be taken out to show off were definitely not the most amazing secret weapons. The more amazing things were often hidden and would not be used until the critical moment.
Under Grandmaster Chen's lead, we walked over. As soon as we got closer, I could feel the smell of gunpowder in the air. It looked like a martial arts competition, but it was actually a place that all the martial arts schools would fight for.
Because the Dojo Challenge Competition could directly determine the ranking of the major martial arts clubs. The strength of several big shots was basically on the same level, and they didn't care too much about reputation, so many things depended on the performance of their respective martial arts clubs.
The leader of Gyeongbu Hall was a white-haired old man. He slightly squinted his eyes, revealing a faint smile. He looked ordinary, but he gave off an unfathomable feeling, just like the sea.
Moreover, his gaze lingered on me for a second or two, as if he had the power to see through everything. At this moment, it seemed that I had no secrets to speak of.
"So strong!"
I couldn't help but be shocked. My god, this was the strongest Qi-Jin warrior I had ever met since I stepped on the road of martial arts.
Before this, putting aside the ancient people in the Martial Saint Monument, it should be Curator Du. After I won the first place in the elite competition, he also looked at me, but it was just an instinctive feeling of guilt. Moreover, my strength at that time was incomparable to now. At this moment, the white-bearded old man's gaze made my scalp tingle and my heart tremble. I didn't know if he was purposely pressuring me.
One could imagine how terrifying his strength was. If I guessed correctly, Curator Du should be a master in the middle or late stage of Transforming Strength, and this old guy should be a legendary warrior at the peak of Transforming Strength!
In terms of inner strength, a fifth-level grandmaster is equivalent to the early stage of Transforming Strength, and an eighth-level grandmaster is equivalent to the peak of Transforming Strength. In the past hundred years, Qi-Jin warriors have become the mainstream, and the accumulated experience has been quite perfect. This point can be seen from the Neidan that a Transforming Strength master left behind after his death. At least, I have never heard of an Inner Strength warrior leaving behind an Neidan after his death.
Because of this accumulation, Transforming Strength masters have more capital and advantages. I felt that if Grandmaster Chen could be on par with the white-bearded old man, he would at least be a ninth-level grandmaster!
God, what did this mean? But I could be sure that Grandmaster Chen's strength was very strong. At that time, he wanted to fight Blood Demon one-on-one, so that Curator Du wouldn't be injured. However, Curator Du had endless advanced martial arts, so he wouldn't let him down.
To deal with Blood Demon, Grandmaster Chen naturally spared no effort. He bombarded with all kinds of indiscriminate attacks, as if he was an immortal fighting. I guessed that he was a ninth-level grandmaster, and the current me might be between the sixth and seventh level. I was still far from him.
As for whether there was a tenth-level grandmaster or not, I didn't know for the time being. I would have to ask him if I had the chance.
Grandmaster Chen greeted the white-bearded old man, then waved his hand, indicating for us to go in first. It just so happened that there was someone to lead the way.
After entering Gyeongbu Hall, I heard several inner disciples whispering.
"Wow, it's really f * cking impressive. The number one expert of Hua Xia personally welcomed us. If it weren't for the situation, I would have taken a few photos!"
"Yeah, I was stunned just now. There have been many door-challenging competitions before, but I've never heard of a case where the number one expert personally welcomed us. It seems that the old man deliberately looked at me a few more times. I don't know if he's trying to recruit me."
"Come on, do you think you have the halo of a protagonist?"
"That's right. You haven't even squeezed into the top 20 of the provincial ranking list. Even if you want to brag, there should be a limit. Otherwise, what's the difference between you and that newcomer?"
Hearing these discussions, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It was really embarrassing to be implicated.
Speaking of which, I got some useful information. The white-bearded old man just now was actually the number one expert of Hua Xia!
This simple title carried the respect of the world. It was something that thousands of warriors dreamed of. There was no doubt that the old man stood at the top of the food chain!
No wonder the group of young talents behind him seemed to be worshipping him. Fortunately, Grandmaster Chen was leading the team. Otherwise, those dogs of a slave would go and lick his boots again.
I felt that it was really unnecessary. How could there be a lack of people around an expert of that level? It was purely a disgrace to their own dojo.