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Chapter 39: Shocked by Rich Second Generation

Chapter 39: Shocked by Rich Second Generation

"Hoo!"

Wang Longhu slowly halted his pace upon seeing the silhouettes of those abandoned old houses at Chang Keng Ding, took out his phone from his pocket, and let out a breath of relief.

"33 minutes, running from the city to Chang Keng Ding is at least a dozen kilometers. With my Lightweight Skill running technique, achieving such speed should be considered quite good." Wang Longhu nodded with satisfaction.

Running emphasizes the correctness of a posture, and natural strides. If the posture is scientific and reasonable, one can run faster, longer, and further.

However, running with the forefoot landing is burdensome for those unaccustomed, and the heavy pressure on the soles can make efficiency challenging to achieve.

Yet, once accustomed, the power exerted by the feet is immense, with an explosive lift from point to surface, multiplying the force and speed originating from the soles.

[Name: Wang Longhu]

[Strength: 1.26(+)]

[Physique: 1.71(+)]

[Spirit: 0.94(+)]

[Skills: Basic Fitness Lv3 (3/300), Three-Body Style Lv3 (0/300), Xingyi Boxing Lv2 (150/200), Lightweight Skill Lv2 (0/200)]

[Potential Points: 0.05]

Having learned the complete essence of Xingyi Boxing from Master Chen, Wang Longhu had now grasped the essential elements. This morning’s Unity of Heaven and Man martial practice shot up his proficiency leaps and bounds, just 50 points short of leveling up to Lv3.

Through this morning’s long run, Wang Longhu successfully elevated his Lightweight Skill to Lv2, gaining significant benefits.

"I wonder what level my physique at 1.71 compares to an ordinary person." Feeling fresh and invigorated, Wang Longhu lightly jogged and jumped high, effortlessly leaping over half a meter and directly grabbing the branches extending from a tree two meters off the ground.

"Woof woof woof!"

Just after casually discarding the leaves he picked, a fierce barking erupted from his grandmother’s yard.

The intensity of the sound instantly indicated it wasn’t mere playful barking among the dogs.

Wang Longhu’s heart sank, and he quickly raced over, worried about imminent trouble. Upon arrival, he saw the stray dogs baring their teeth and howling furiously in the yard.

At the entrance outside the yard, a few young men and women stood there, bewildered.

Wang Longhu recognized three of them — they were the group from last night led by Zheng Dongliang.

"Why are you here?" Wang Longhu asked.

"You weren’t home? We’ve been calling for so long without a response. Bro, you really helped us out last night. Without your help, my friend might have been in trouble. We came especially today to thank you. Are you free tonight? Let’s grab dinner together." Zheng Dongliang said warmly stepping towards Wang Longhu.

"It’s no big deal, just a small favor, don’t be so courteous." Wang Longhu shook his head indifferently, walked into the yard and signaled the dogs to be quiet.

Without much concern for Zheng Dongliang and this group of rich heirs, he went into the house, brought out a bag of dog food, and started feeding them on the concrete outside the yard.

Seeing Wang Longhu like this, curiosity brewed in Zheng Dongliang — who had hardly seen such a scene — witnessing someone living in this desolate village, raising a group of dogs.

"Bro, do you usually live here? Don’t you work?" Zheng Dongliang asked curiously.

"Got cancer, can’t do regular work, so I live stream online to earn some living expenses."

"Huh?" A stunningly dressed girl following Zheng Dongliang couldn’t help but cover her mouth in surprise, even her gaze towards Wang Longhu softened considerably.

Empathy is a quality most people possess, though not much, it still has its presence.

When hearing someone suffering from human’s most incurable disease, anyone’s empathy would overflow.

"Bro, stay optimistic, okay? I can see you’re a kind person, good things happen to good people. What’s your Douyin name? We’ll reward you there in the future." Zheng Dongliang offered, patting his chest.

"That’s not necessary, I prefer self-reliance and not seeking help from others, but thank you for your kindness." Wang Longhu politely declined.

The reason for wearing a head cover during live streaming was to conceal his true identity. If this group discovered his Douyin ID, his identity would be entirely exposed.

It’s undeniable that Zheng Dongliang and these rich heirs were indeed naturally friendly, as they began touring the house while Wang Longhu fed the dogs.

For them, these rural old houses held a peculiar attractiveness, having never seen them in their lives they couldn’t help but take a good look.

Upon reaching Wang Longhu’s martial practice room, they were immediately captivated by the cheap fitness equipment.

"The weight of this punching bag is quite substantial, didn’t expect this guy trains, Dong Liang, you learned boxing, right? Try throwing a couple of punches." A young man pushed Wang Longhu’s 200-pound punching bag, humorously nudging Zheng Dongliang.

Unconcerned, Zheng Dongliang punched it, barely budging the bag, prompting a slight frown: "How can one load it so heavily, training like this might easily cause injury."

"That guy looks like he’s self-taught, he probably just wants to punch away; it’s best to remind him later," said the young man, peering around some more.

Noticing the weighted gear on Wang Longhu’s table, he moved over with curiosity: "This guy’s quite professional, even prepared weighted vests."

He reached out to grab the weighted vest, but nearly twisted his fingers; as soon as he lifted it, it dropped sharply back onto the table with a loud noise.

The girl in the fiery attire next to him approached, puzzled: "What’s happened?"

"Damn, this weighted vest is incredibly heavy! Must weigh 20-30 pounds, does the guy wear it during training?" The young man exclaimed in disbelief.

The girl grabbed the vest with both hands, her arms trembling as she lifted it up but soon released it, weakened, with a look of admiration: "It’s really heavy, can one move freely wearing such clothes? I feel like I can’t walk."

"Not just that, these weighted wristbands are also heavy." Another picked up another sandbag from the table with surprise and slipped them onto their hands.

Each of Wang Longhu’s wrist sandbags weighed 10 pounds, totaling 20 pounds.

For the average person, adding this weight is equivalent to carrying 20 bottles of 550ml water; forget punching, even walking 200 meters is exhausting.

If you include the weighted vest and ankle sandbags, the total burden on the body is 90 pounds, akin to training with a girl strapped on, illustrating the high difficulty.

"The guy said he has cancer? Who with cancer could manage such weight?" A companion of Zheng Dongliang muttered incredulously.

Curiosity surged within Zheng Dongliang towards Wang Longhu. Who in these mountain regions could still live a life like Wang Longhu? His identity certainly isn’t as simple as it seems.

This guy could very well be an enigmatic master.

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