Famous Martial Arts School, You Can't Expect Me to Fight a Hundred People Alone, Right

Morning rush hour in Pingchuan.

The roads were a bit congested.

But that didn't stop a nurse from weaving through the streets.

This year,

the battle between the yellow and blue food delivery riders had just begun in major cities.

On the streets of Pingchuan’s urban area, only a handful could occasionally be seen.

The title of "knight" still belonged exclusively to motorcycle riders like Xia Yiwei.

Lin Yu’s enhanced vision came with many powerful benefits.

At the same time,

it wasn’t without its drawbacks.

For example,

Xia Yiwei’s slight high-speed lean had just terrified an electric scooter rider.

Lin Yu could see the woman’s facial expressions and the movement of her lips with perfect clarity.

He even clearly heard, amidst the chaotic wind, the muttered phrase "Amigos" drifting over...

Today’s wind wasn’t just a bit noisy—it was also a bit dirty.

"Yiwei, can you slow down?!"

"Are we rushing to our graves or something?"

"We’ve got plenty of time!"

Lin Yu shouted through his helmet, right next to Xia Yiwei’s.

Whether she’d heard him or had cotton stuffed in her ears,

after his frantic outburst, she only twisted the throttle harder!

[Ding!]

[Congratulations, host! Daily task ‘Vehicle Soaring’ completed. Reward: 50 sect contribution points, 20 spirit stones.]

Lin Yu: "..."

Such an unpleasant experience was just her daily routine.

He really couldn’t understand what these speed demons were after.

After hearing the system notification,

Lin Yu quickly pulled up Xia Yiwei’s info panel to check if she had any other "dangerous dailies."

[Xia Yiwei]

[Age: 25]

[Sect Status: Elder of the Medicine Hall, Martial Arts Inheritor]

[Intimacy Level with Host: 39% (Third Tier, Close Friends & Neighbors)]

[(Details omitted...)]

[Current Tasks:]

[Martial Trial (Urgent Task): Long suppressed by the martial elites of the Xuan Sect...]

[Sect Treasure Garment (Daily Task): ...Purchase "extra-long fishnet stockings" promptly.]

[Hidden Injury (Daily Task): ...Urgently requires meridian therapy (massage therapy).]

[Rainy Night Soaring (Daily Task): Using the newly repaired vehicle to soar through the rainy night is every vehicle-obsessed cultivator’s dream!]

The first three tasks looked familiar.

After settling the cat’s move-in today, he’d definitely reward his cheap disciple with a pair of fishnets!

And maybe throw in a massage session too!

With younger girls, he didn’t dare act recklessly.

But with a speed-loving nurse? He’d already tasted her lips—what was the point in pretending to be pure now?

As expected,

his cheap disciple had even more dangerous daily wishes!

Speeding in broad daylight wasn’t enough?

She actually thought rain and motorcycles were a perfect match!

Another disciple who hated umbrellas on rainy days and preferred "Lin Yu" instead.

What a curse!

......

In no time,

they arrived at the entrance of Pingchuan’s "Famous Martial Arts Hall."

Lin Yu took off his helmet and glared sharply at the massive signboard above.

"Ugh..."

A wave of nausea surged up his throat, barely held back.

With his body enhanced by medicinal modifications, motion sickness shouldn’t have been an issue.

Unless it was unbearable!

The high-speed ride had been far more intense than last night’s.

The vivid, hyper-realistic visuals were like forcing someone prone to 3D motion sickness to play a round of battle royale.

The fact that he hadn’t vomited outright was a testament to human endurance.

Xia Yiwei walked over and patted his arm.

"Swallowed it?"

Lin Yu: "I didn’t throw up!"

Xia Yiwei: "Sure, sure. We’re counting on you later, little master. Need some water to recover?"

Lin Yu: "Yeah, got any?"

Xia Yiwei rapidly smacked her lips: "Slurp, slurp, slurp..."

Lin Yu: "..."

After another round of bickering and verbal sparring,

they entered the martial arts hall.

The two receptionists at the front desk greeted Lin Yu and Xia Yiwei with sweet smiles but didn’t ask any questions.

Clearly, they’d already heard about today’s "martial arts showdown."

To say Lin Yu wasn’t nervous would be a lie.

In both this life and the last, he hadn’t been in many fights.

His ambush at the community hospital had only worked because no one was paying attention to him.

But now?

Dozens of eyes were locked onto him!

Entering the spacious training hall,

Lin Yu finally grasped the scale of the Xia family’s martial arts school.

A quick headcount revealed about 70 to 80 students in uniform today.

And this was just one branch’s active class.

If they had multiple locations nationwide, with rotating batches every few days...

Were martial arts classes really this profitable?!

Lin Yu’s stereotype of martial arts students had been limited to loose taekwondo uniforms or traditional tai chi outfits.

But in reality,

the students’ attire was sporty and stylish.

Black T-shirts emblazoned with "Famous · Martial Honor" and a fierce wolf emblem.

Black pants with red stripes and a "Huaxia" logo on the side.

Uniform for both men and women.

Full of vigor!

Distinguishing students from instructors was easy—

the instructors wore white uniforms.

And spotting the headmaster? Even easier.

Because Headmaster Xia Xiashan was dressed in a black-and-white striped...

Tai chi suit? Martial arts robe? Training uniform?

Whatever it was, it fit Lin Yu’s stereotypical image of a martial artist perfectly!

Lin Yu leaned closer to Xia Yiwei and whispered:

"Just to confirm... you want me to fight a hundred people today?"

Xia Yiwei grinned and whispered back:

"Hehe, scared, little master?"

"Relax, at most it’ll be the four instructors and my sister."

"The students are just here to watch. Do your best!"

Lin Yu felt slightly reassured.

At least the black-clad crowd was just the hype squad.

As it should be—

no respectable martial arts school would gang up on someone.

If they all rushed him, even a single spit from each would leave him filthy for days!

Following Xia Yiwei’s explanation,

Lin Yu studied the four white-clad instructors he hadn’t met before.

Three men, one woman.

The braided woman was burly and radiated a fierce aura.

Her eyes seemed to say:

「A mere 20-year-old punk dares to challenge us?」

「No need for my seniors—I’ll handle this myself!」

Beside her stood a man with a wolf-tail haircut and a raised chin.

The rebellious type who played by his own rules.

His uneven gaze scanned Lin Yu, undoubtedly thinking:

「Hah? This is the guy here to pick a fight?」

「Seriously? Are we that easy to challenge now?」

「Tch, guess I’ll warm up by crushing him.」

The tallest instructor, likely the eldest (mid-to-late 30s), had a square, righteous face.

His white uniform couldn’t hide the tattoo on his neck.

Definitely the kind who looked honest but loved a good fight.

As if in the next moment, they might:

"Hehe, guests from afar should be treated with respect."

"First, greet them politely—then break their arms and legs. That way, it won’t feel rude."

"Hehe… (a simple, squint-eyed smile)"

The last one was a cheerful, handsome guy, with the most female trainees standing behind him.

Probably a rare type in their sect—a talented and good-looking prodigy.

His gaze toward Lin Yu was friendly, his smile warm and welcoming.

But inside, he was surely thinking:

"Haha, this is interesting…"

"Junior brothers, if you underestimate this kid based on looks alone, you’re in for a surprise."

"Anyone bold enough to challenge us here… is no ordinary opponent!"

Behind the four of them, the murmuring crowd of trainees—

Most likely saying things like:

"They dragged us here so early just to watch some kid challenge the dojo? Who does he think he is?"

"This kid’s in for a beating. I can already picture him crawling on the floor, picking up his teeth."

"Let’s start a betting pool—how long do you think he’ll last?"

"Minutes? Don’t joke around, I give him twenty seconds!"

"Poor little guy, getting schooled at such a young age."

"The head senior is so handsome… I wouldn’t mind being taught by him!"

"…"