The Strongest Doctor
Chapter 72 - 72 75 Devil Training!

72: Chapter 75: Devil Training!

72: Chapter 75: Devil Training!

At that moment, Li Xiaoqiang finally took a careful look at the beautiful woman before him.

She wore a white lace-trimmed scarf on her head, had an oval face, and her face was enveloped in deep melancholy, looking almost like Lin Daiyu from the classical novels.

Her dark blonde curls obscured her cheeks, like a bud of a delicate rose waiting to bloom.

She was wearing a knitted white bolero that revealed her delicate neck, adorned with a silver-white amber necklace that highlighted a modern flair.

Below, she wore a dual-layered floor-length white tulle skirt, through which one could catch glimpses of her slender legs.

She wore a pair of exquisite sandals with a three-centimeter heel, her toes painted with pink nail polish.

Li Xiaoqiang was stunned when he saw her feet, for they were more beautiful than those of the foot models he had seen online!

Seeing Li Xiaoqiang staring at her feet, Lin Siya bit her lower lip, her face turning red, and said, “Thank… thank you.”

Upon hearing Lin Siya speak, Li Xiaoqiang came back to his senses and gave a slight smile, saying, “No need to thank me.

Anyone would have helped in such a situation.

My name is Li Xiaoqiang, what’s your name?”

Lin Siya dared not look Li Xiaoqiang in the eyes, her face reddening as she said, “My name is Lin Siya, thank you.

My parents must be worried since I haven’t been home for a long time.

Goodbye.”

After Lin Siya spoke, she kept her head down, her ears turning red, her hands tightly clutching her handbag, and she quickly walked towards the alley.

Li Xiaoqiang watched Lin Siya’s retreating figure and shook his head with a smile, “I didn’t expect to find such a shy girl these days; it’s really rare.”

Lin Siya gave Li Xiaoqiang the feeling of the girl next door, pure and cute, with a bit of shyness.

Li Xiaoqiang entered an old quad courtyard.

In the courtyard stood a sturdy white pine, and under the pine was a recliner where Mo Gong was lying, listening to the radio.

Li Xiaoqiang walked up to Mo Gong and smiled slightly, “Master, I’m here.”

Upon hearing Li Xiaoqiang’s words, Mo Gong raised his head and nodded, “You seem to be in good spirits.”

Li Xiaoqiang thought to himself, how could he not be in good spirits after a damsel had just rescued a hero?

At that moment, Mo Gong picked up the wine gourd from the stone table, poured two cups of white liquor, and handed one to Li Xiaoqiang, “Here, have a drink.”

Li Xiaoqiang was very forthright, lifting his cup and saying, “Master, your disciple will drink to you first.”

After saying this, Li Xiaoqiang tilted his head back and drained the cup.

Mo Gong laughed, “That’s the spirit.

I like your forthrightness, my disciple; I was not wrong about you.”

Soon, the two had downed three cups of white liquor, and Li Xiaoqiang felt a burning sensation in his stomach.

At that moment, Mo Gong led Li Xiaoqiang towards a room inside.

In the middle of the room, there was a spirit tablet without any inscription.

Mo Gong said to Li Xiaoqiang, “Cut your finger, drip a drop of blood on it, burn three sticks of incense, and you will be considered my disciple.”

Li Xiaoqiang did as Mo Gong asked.

Then Mo Gong led Li Xiaoqiang to the courtyard.

With his hands clasped behind his back, he said to Li Xiaoqiang, “Your physique is very good, but what you lack now are combat skills.

Currently, your goal is to become the number one assassin in the world, and I will train you to this standard.”

“Assassin?” Li Xiaoqiang asked in confusion, “Why train to be an assassin?”

Mo Gong took a deep breath and said, “The purpose of any martial arts training is only one: to defeat your opponent.

And being an assassin is the fastest way to enhance martial prowess.

When you face an enemy, you will assess the environment, your own strength, the opponent’s strength, reaction time, weapon use, and so on.

If you fail, you will die.

I call this method the ‘Death Training Method.'”

“Currently, I will give you a month of basic training, then I will assign you missions.

If you die on a mission, that simply means you are useless.

You are my first openly acknowledged disciple.

I had three others who I trained privately before, none of whom survived more than three missions—they all died.”

“All died?” Upon hearing this, Li Xiaoqiang shuddered involuntarily.

This was indeed death training; a slight lapse could get one killed.

Mo Gong nodded slightly: “Among these three, one was hacked to death by a ninja.

Therefore, during training, do not be lazy.

Otherwise, you are merely joking with your own life.

Your grandfather asked you to apprentice under me, and we had an agreement upfront: if you die, it has nothing to do with me.”

Hearing Mo Gong’s words, why did Li Xiaoqiang feel like apprenticing under this master was like stepping into hell?

Next, Mo Gong began basic training with Li Xiaoqiang, the use of Fist Techniques, and how to leverage force.

In the courtyard, Li Xiaoqiang was knocked down by Mo Gong time and again.

Mo Gong’s requirement was simple: Li Xiaoqiang just needed to touch him.

During this process, Mo Gong explained to Li Xiaoqiang how to dismantle moves, how to attack, defend, and counteract force with force, among other things.

As time ticked by, Li Xiaoqiang, shirtless, was drenched in sweat, with several abrasions on his body.

Mo Gong, using skillful force, slammed Li Xiaoqiang onto the ground.

Within the courtyard, only the thudding sounds of falls could be heard.

The training continued until twelve o’clock.

In those five hours, even Li Xiaoqiang’s stamina was depleted by Mo Gong.

Li Xiaoqiang lay on the ground, utterly immobile, breathing heavily.

He felt an unbearable soreness in his limbs and couldn’t move.

Mo Gong, staring at Li Xiaoqiang lying on the ground covered in mud, said in a deep voice, “That’s enough training for today.”

This devilish training by Mo Gong was, for Li Xiaoqiang, simply torment.

Seeing Li Xiaoqiang struggle to stand up, Mo Gong said, staring at him, “Starting from today, get up at 5:30 every morning, run and practice your fist techniques for two hours, and come to me at seven in the evening.

Don’t slack off, or you’ll risk your life.”

After finishing, Mo Gong handed Li Xiaoqiang a bottle of Medicine: “Every night when you go back, add a spoonful of this medicine to water, soak for ten minutes, and your injuries and fatigue will vanish.”

Li Xiaoqiang took the medicine and left the courtyard.

In just five hours of training, Li Xiaoqiang learned a great deal, but his entire being was tightly wound because, in a month, he would face a life-or-death situation.

Li Xiaoqiang knew that if he didn’t give his all now, in a month, his life would take its toll on him!

Mo Gong, watching Li Xiaoqiang’s retreating figure, took a deep breath and said, “His stamina is indeed good, and his physique isn’t bad either.

But to play with those maniacs, sigh, he needs to work hard.

Otherwise, he will follow in the footsteps of those elder disciples!”

After saying that, Mo Gong picked up his phone, made a call, and said in a serious tone, “The plan is now in motion.

Whether he can make it to the end will depend on whether he has the willpower and chance!”