Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Sun Zhe didn’t know what this was, he just followed the instructions. When he pressed the button with full force, a string of numbers immediately appeared on the small screen of the device, probably indicating the power value of his press.

The young lady glanced at it and said, "Your power value is within the range of the Body Refining Stage, you can register to participate."

Sun Zhe nodded, "Please help me register."

The young lady said mechanically, "To participate in the martial arts tournament, a fee of fifty thousand must be paid. Once the money is recharged to your martial arts ID card, the system will automatically deduct it. May I know if you need to recharge now?"

Sun Zhe directly took out his phone, "Recharge five million first."

A mere five million is naturally no big deal for him, considering the profit share from "Qiao Yan" mask alone exceeds five million a month.

After a while.

After completing the recharge, the young lady added, "Additionally, you also need to sign a life and death agreement. Although the ’martial arts tournament’ hosted by the Changwu Pavilion does not allow intentional killing of opponents, weapons in martial arts exchanges are unpredictable, and injuries and disabilities are inevitable."

"Understood, I’ll sign."

The young lady further said, "Once successfully registered, you can choose to compete on stage at any time."

"Got it. Thank you."

"You’re welcome"

"..."

After a moment.

Sun Zhe held his martial arts ID card and walked out of the office hall, standing on the steps watching the silhouettes flashing in combat on the tournament platforms, feeling full of energy.

Even with Xia Shiqing having placed the Spiritual Pressure Treasure Ring on him, he was still confident in his own strength.

Little Dragon Girl asked, "Why not try a match first?"

Sun Zhe shook his head, "Forget it, let’s come back tonight. I should first adapt to this Spiritual Pressure Treasure Ring; I’m not fully adjusted yet."

In the bustling corridor.

As Sun Zhe was walking, he suddenly paused, his face turning somewhat unpleasant, lamenting how narrow the path truly is for adversaries.

Directly in front of him, two graceful figures were steadily walking towards him, precisely Miss Qi and Xiaoling.

Upon spotting Sun Zhe, Xiaoling blushed, her mind involuntarily flashing back to Sun Zhe’s impressive scenes from last night.

Even now, she still felt a bit sore in her lower abdomen, having been topped too fiercely last night.

"Scum, it’s you again."

This time Miss Qi spoke, her gaze icy and disdainful, showing undisguised aversion.

Sun Zhe could only lament inwardly, considering his cultivation was suppressed by the Spiritual Pressure Treasure Ring, getting entangled with this woman now would likely be very troublesome.

Thus, he forced a smile and moved aside politely, "Miss Qi, please."

However, Miss Qi walked straight up to him, standing imposingly, saying lightly, "I told you last night, next time we meet, I’ll definitely break your leg!"

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhe was instantly angered, "Come on, lady, what did I do to deserve this? Bullying me just because you have some background?"

Miss Qi remained expressionless, disdainfully saying, "Someone like you, a degenerate brat, so what if I bully you?"

Sun Zhe chuckled with anger, "If you’re idle, why don’t you help old ladies cross the street in Kyoto? There are so many brats, but you’re targeting me, huh?"

Miss Qi’s eyes turned icy, her aura surged as she raised a long and beautiful leg to kick Sun Zhe.

This is the Martial Arts District, not restricted by many rules, so her kick truly was without any reservation.

Upon seeing this, Sun Zhe’s heart sank slightly, secretly lamenting that this chick before him was actually at the Golden Core Stage. He was about to jump backward to evade, but he overlooked the Spiritual Pressure Treasure Ring on his body, causing the urgency of his jump to fall short of the necessary distance; eventually, Miss Qi’s kick landed on his waist.

That seemingly slender and sexy leg burst with explosive power like a whipping steel rod, causing Sun Zhe to be kicked flying backward and crash into a pillar with a boom.

The surrounding crowd was immediately in uproar, passersby turning their gaze to this side.

Someone recognized Miss Qi and exclaimed in surprise, with some men even calling her a goddess.

"It’s the Qi Family’s Miss Qi."

"Who’s this kid anyway? How did he provoke Miss Qi, guessing he won’t have good days ahead."

"Heard Miss Qi has a strong sense of justice, probably this kid kicked is no good either; otherwise, she wouldn’t target him."

"Miss Qi is not only beautiful but her martial arts talent is superb, at only twenty-four she’s the Martial Hero of the Golden Core District, holding an uninterrupted streak of twenty victories, still unbeaten!"

"..."

Sun Zhe slowly got up from the ground, paying no attention to the mocking or pitying glances from the surrounding onlookers, only raising his eyes coldly towards Miss Qi, firmly remembering that kick.

Though Miss Qi’s kick didn’t harm him, its insult was exceptionally strong.

A grown man publicly kicked in front of everyone... Whether others could bear it or not, Sun Zhe couldn’t at all.

"Miss Qi, right? If you have the guts, finish me off today."

While speaking, Sun Zhe secretly activated the Secret Technique to burn Jiao Dragon Essence Blood, planning to disable this woman before him using Dragon Intent Fist.

Miss Qi’s mouth raised slightly, suddenly stepping towards Sun Zhe, "Then let’s do as you wish."

Now Xiaoling saw trouble, quickly stepping up to stop Miss Qi, "Let it go, Sister Qi, let’s not interfere with the main matter."

Miss Qi halted, looked at Xiaoling’s pleading expression, gradually restrained her aura, then looked at Sun Zhe: "You better pray we don’t meet on the tournament stage."

Sun Zhe smiled, "I’ll give those words right back to you."

"..."

After a while.

Once Sun Zhe left, Miss Qi asked Xiaoling, "Why did you help him just now?"

Xiaoling lowered her head, asking, "Sister Qi, do you hate him because of that night?"

Miss Qi nodded in agreement, pressing her fragrant shoulder, "Xiaoling, remember, you are now my disciple under Qi Xue, I won’t allow anyone to hurt you."

"Yes, I know, Sister Qi. But really, that night wasn’t his fault; it was voluntary on my part."

Qi Xue gave Xiaoling a deep look then walked straight ahead, "Come on, I’ll take you to register."

"..."

...

After leaving the Martial Arts District, Sun Zhe wandered around the trading area.

He wanted to find a suitable store to open a clinic, but annoyingly, after asking around, he found even the cheapest store requires a rent of two spiritual crystal coins, equivalent to twenty million Hua Country currency.

While he could afford twenty million, he felt it unnecessary, thus temporarily abandoning this plan.

He knew that from the "Qi Refining District" onward, earning the Martial Hero allows one to receive a spiritual crystal coin as a prize, so he decided to earn his first pot of gold in Kyoto through this method.

After leaving the underground martial venue and taking a taxi back home, Sun Zhe recalled the humiliating kick from Miss Qi and felt frustrated, wanting to vent, but had no place to release it, helplessly practicing punches in the yard.

After practicing punches for several hours straight, he finally adapted to the Spiritual Pressure Treasure Ring on him.

In the blink of an eye.

The lights lit up, night descended.

Sun Zhe changed into a casual outfit suitable for active movement, preparing to head to the underground martial venue for a face-off.

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to leave, Xia Shiqing returned.

"Xiao Zhe, where are you going?"

"Going to the underground martial venue, I registered this afternoon."

Wearing a pleated short skirt and sheer high heels, carrying a limited edition bag worth over hundreds of thousands, Xia Shiqing walked to Sun Zhe with a commanding tone, "You’re not going tonight, stay home with me."

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhe frowned, only to notice Xia Shiqing’s red-rimmed eyes, seemingly in a bad mood.

"Aunt, what’s wrong? Is it a fight with Uncle?"

"Don’t mention him to me!"

Sun Zhe was startled into silence.

Suddenly Xia Shiqing rushed into his arms, tightly hugging his waist, "I want a drink, you little rascal, join me."

Sun Zhe showed a bitter face, "Not Aunt, I really need to go..."

While saying, he suddenly froze, as he found Xia Shiqing crying.

He couldn’t understand what could possibly make this lofty Empress weep.

Could it really be related to the Emperor uncle?

While he was musing, Xia Shiqing suddenly spoke, "Xiao Zhe, will you sleep with me tonight?"

"..."