A moment later.
Wang Heng arrived at a villa area.
The scattered villas appeared serene and luxurious under the moonlight.
The environment here was beautiful, and even the air was fresh.
Moreover, there were official Martial Artists serving as security guards, making it extremely safe.
"I'm going to Building 27!" Wang Heng said to the security guard at the entrance.
"Please wait!" The community security guard sharply scanned Wang Heng, then aimed a nearby camera at him. A moment later, a pleasant voice came from the microphone: "Let him in!"
"Understood, madam!" The community security guard immediately allowed him entry.
Wang Heng immediately entered the community.
He recognized the voice of the lady just now; it was Li Xue's private tutor, Lin Yue, who was said to be a War General Level Martial Artist.
Martial Artist ranks are divided into Warrior Level, War General Level, and War God, with each realm further subdivided into three minor realms: elementary, intermediate, and advanced.
To be able to become a War General Level Martial Artist was already quite remarkable.
Qin Li was so arrogant and overbearing, yet his father was merely a War General Level Martial Artist.
Soon, Wang Heng arrived in front of a villa.
Putting away his thoughts, Wang Heng, led by a maid, entered the training room in the villa's basement.
The training facilities here were more comprehensive than those at the school's martial arts hall, and the area was quite large.
The dazzling array of high-end equipment and the spacious, bright room left him in awe.
Wang Heng looked on with extreme envy; he dreamed of having such a training room.
"Bang bang bang!"
Intense fighting sounds echoed in the training room, stirring the heart.
Inside the training room, two women were fiercely battling: one with a ponytail, dressed in a black martial arts uniform, with long, straight legs and a beautiful face—this was Li Xue.
Her movements were agile, every action full of vigor and vitality, her eyes showing determination and focus.
The other, a relatively more mature older sister, was Lin Yue; she wore a red martial arts uniform and had long, golden wavy hair, looking extremely alluring.
Her movements were elegant and powerful, the red martial arts uniform danced with her actions, and her wavy hair added a touch of charm and allure, making it impossible to look away.
"Wang Heng, you're finally here! Quickly release your Clone." Seeing Wang Heng walk in, Li Xue's eyes lit up instantly, and she urged him.
Lin Yue, who was nearby, also stopped her movements and said with a smile, "What? Am I not as good as this kid for practice?"
Her smile carried a hint of teasing, but there was no blame in her eyes.
"Sister Lin, your boxing has already reached the Perfect Level. The gap between us is too big. When I practice with you, I'm completely suppressed, making it hard to gain anything."
Li Xue finished speaking, looked at Wang Heng, and said with a smile, "But Wang Heng's boxing realm is similar to mine, and practicing with him can better help me advance to the Great Accomplishment realm."
"Alright, then you two practice first. I'll go rest over there." Lin Yue smiled, greeted Wang Heng, and walked to the nearby sofa to sit down.
"Quick, where's your Clone? It should have fully recovered last night, right?" Li Xue then turned her gaze to Wang Heng.
Wang Heng shivered at the thought of the miserable state of his Clone last night. If not for his Clone Talent, he would never have come to be Li Xue's sparring partner. Don't let this girl's beauty fool you; she's actually a violent maniac, always leaving his Clone dismembered during sparring sessions.
Fortunately, the Clone automatically absorbs energy, and even if its body is damaged, it only needs one night to fully recover to a perfect state.
Even if the Clone is killed, it only takes three days to be reborn.
"Swish!"
With a thought from Wang Heng, a Clone identical to him instantly appeared in the empty space beside him, though its face was stern and expressionless.
A Clone is, after all, just a Clone; it shares one soul with Wang Heng, and when Wang Heng is not actively controlling it, it is like a puppet.
"Wang Heng, every time I see you 'give birth,' it's incredibly shocking." Li Xue's face was full of envy as she watched Wang Heng summon his Clone.
Wang Heng nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood when he heard this, and couldn't help but correct her, "How many times have I told you, this isn't 'giving birth,' this is 'summoning.'"
His face turned red, feeling helpless at Li Xue's loose tongue.
"It's pretty much the same, a person just pops out of your stomach." Li Xue blinked, looking innocent, seemingly not thinking there was anything wrong with her statement.
Wang Heng was speechless and immediately controlled his Clone to punch Li Xue. He wasn't worried about hurting Li Xue, as her punching power was 760kg, something he couldn't contend with at all.
Every time he fought Li Xue, she would suppress her strength somewhat; otherwise, given their similar boxing realms, Wang Heng would be no match for Li Xue.
This disparity both frustrated Wang Heng and ignited an even stronger fighting spirit in him.
Ordering his Clone to fight Li Xue, Wang Heng walked towards Lin Yue, who was not far away.
"Sister Lin!" Wang Heng respectfully saluted.
He held great respect for this Sister Lin.
Because when Lin Yue guided Li Xue in her training, she would occasionally guide him as well.
This was a free private tutor, and the only thing he could offer was gratitude and respect.
"Wang Heng, how has your training been recently? Has your punching power broken through 400kg?" Lin Yue had a good impression of Wang Heng, a young man from a poor family yet with strong perseverance, and therefore often guided him in boxing.
"Sister Lin, not yet. I tested it today, and my punching power is around 395kg; I'm still just a little short." Wang Heng shook his head.
Lin Yue comforted him, "Don't worry, there's still a month until the college entrance exam, which is enough time for your punching power to break through 400kg. Getting into a martial arts university won't be a problem."
Wang Heng slightly pursed his lips; his goal was not just an ordinary martial arts university.
Graduates from ordinary martial arts universities were mostly at the Warrior Level.
Many graduates from elite martial arts universities could reach the War General Level.
And those Two Famous Schools could even produce War God level powerhouses.
As the saying goes, people strive for higher places like water flows downwards, so Wang Heng naturally hoped to get into a more outstanding martial arts university to receive the best cultivation.
"Here, take this!" Suddenly, Lin Yue took out a small green bottle from her backpack and threw it to Wang Heng.
"Sister Lin, what is this?" Wang Heng somewhat confusedly examined the small green bottle in his hand. It looked like some kind of bottle used to hold pills.
He had heard that some scientists, through research on demonic beast inner cores, had created some pills beneficial for cultivation and healing injuries, but these pills were all extremely precious, far beyond what Wang Heng could imagine.
"It contains a Quenching Body Pill. It's one I had left over from back then and didn't use. Take it and eat it; it's enough to increase your strength by dozens of kilograms." Lin Yue said with a smile.
"Quenching Body Pill!"
Wang Heng was greatly surprised to hear this and quickly pushed the small green bottle back, shaking his head and saying, "I can't take this; it's too precious."
He had seen it in the Martial Artist Mall; a Quenching Body Pill was worth 1 million yuan, and along with Body Tempering Emulsion, it was considered the best pill for the Pre-Martial Artist stage.
How could he accept such a valuable pill?
Although he desired it immensely, Wang Heng had his own code of conduct. Mutual help between friends was acceptable, but the value of this Quenching Body Pill already exceeded the scope of help between friends.
"Just take it when I tell you to; where's all this nonsense coming from!" Lin Yue shoved the small green bottle into Wang Heng's arms and then left without looking back.
"I'm going to take a shower first. If you're capable, come to the bathroom and return it to me." Lin Yue waved her hand and said.
Her tone contained a hint of provocation and playfulness. After speaking, she turned and walked towards the bathroom, her graceful figure looking even more charming as she turned.
Wang Heng was utterly helpless.
"Just accept it. A mere 1 million yuan is nothing to a War General Level Martial Artist like Sister Lin." At this moment, Li Xue, who was not far away, walked over to persuade him.
"It might be nothing to you, but to me, it's too precious." Wang Heng said with a bitter smile.
"Why are you, a grown man, so indecisive, like a girl? If you think it's too precious, then just pay Sister Lin back when you earn money later, alright? Do you have so little confidence in yourself that you think you won't be able to earn a million in the future?" Li Xue said.
Wang Heng took a deep breath.
One million yuan was indeed an astronomical figure for him at the moment.
But he possessed the Clone Talent, and he firmly believed that once he became a Martial Artist, the money he earned would definitely be more than a million.
"Alright then, I'll write an IOU. You can give it to Sister Lin for me later." Wang Heng then took out the pen he carried with him, wrote an IOU, and handed it to Li Xue.
Li Xue rolled her eyes and accepted the IOU, knowing Wang Heng's character.
An hour later, Wang Heng put away his bruised and swollen Clone and left Li Xue's villa.