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“There have been changes.” Nao nudged his arm with her foot: “His reaction speed has increased by about 10 percent, which is roughly equivalent to that of a professional athlete among ordinary humans.”

"Just at the level of an ordinary human?" Shirakawa Natsumi pouted; this minotaur's body was far too weak.

“Without any training, to be born at this level, their potential is already monstrous,” Nao explained.

"Potential?" Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback. It was rare for his minotaur body to grant him potential, which still needed to be developed to unleash its full power.

Are there any gyms nearby?

Chapter 338 Training Together

"A training room is better for mixed martial arts than a gym," Nao said with a smile. "Natsu, Nao will go with you~"

“That’s true.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded. Speaking of mixed martial arts, Miyuki was training in that, so they could go directly to her.

I dialed Miyuki's number and asked for the address.

When going out with Nao, she invited the perverted fox out, but he refused.

Nao excitedly put on white socks and white shoes, took his arm, and followed beside him.

Shirakawa Natsu drove and stopped in front of a dojo.

Park the car.

Upon seeing the entrance to the dojo, Miyuki was squatting there, looking at him with a smile.

"Hi, Miyuki." Shirakawa Natsu walked over.

She was only wearing a women's sports bra on her upper body, revealing her flat stomach, low body fat, and the faint outline of her muscles.

"Hehe~ Hello!" Nao walked over with a smile: "My name is Jingu Nao, you can just call me Nao."

"Hmph, alright." Miyuki glanced at the two of them and smiled handsomely: "Let's go."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and led the way.

The training ground was large, but there was no sign.

After entering through the corridor, you will find an indoor hall the size of a football field.

There are more than fifty people here undergoing various training exercises.

Sweating profusely, they shouted "Hurry up!"

Almost all of them have tattoos, and the male-to-female ratio is 8:2.

Some are fighting in the ring.

Various testing instruments were placed around the perimeter.

They saw Shirakawa Natsu and her group and looked over curiously.

"Brother Xia, it's been a long time." A middle-aged man walked towards us; it was Xuan Mu.

"Master Genki, it's been a long time." Shirakawa Natsu greeted him warmly. In the month since he last saw him, Master Genki's hair had become even thinner.

Only a few strands were visible on the top of her head, neatly combed backward.

Genki glanced at Nao, nodded to her, and kept a distance of one meter.

"Haha, don't call me Master. Just call me Uncle Genki, like Mizhi Shi did." Genki smiled kindly. "I heard from Mizhi Shi that Brother Xia wants to learn martial arts?"

"I have that idea." Shirakawa Natsu scratched the back of his head. "I mainly want to test whether I'm cut out for this, whether it's convenient, and whether there are any restrictions on passing on cultivation techniques."

"No, no!" Xuanmu waved his hand quickly: "If Brother Xia wants to learn, he can come and practice together anytime."

"Martial arts are essentially techniques for utilizing one's own strength. At their core, there are no inherently superior martial arts techniques. Ultimately, what determines combat effectiveness is nothing more than experience and physical fitness."

"Oh, I see." Shirakawa Natsu nodded. He had also inquired about it, but he had never heard of anything like kung fu in this world.

"Brother Xia, why don't you come up and give it a try first?" Xuan Mu walked onto the arena with a smile, showing no airs at all, and waved to him.

"Ah, shall we go straight to it?" Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback. He felt that Genki was unusually easy to talk to today.

Although he usually appears as a smiling middle-aged man when you see him.

But today she seems to be paying extra attention to him.

Shirakawa Natsu felt a chill run down her spine and carefully recalled whether she had learned any special skills to attract the same sex.

"Go ahead and give it a try." Mi Zhi Shi patted his back: "Master's control over power has reached the Grandmaster level, so he won't hurt anyone."

The trainees who were training nearby also gathered around to watch when they saw Xuanmu walk onto the stage.

“Okay.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded upon seeing this. He also wanted to try out the minotaur’s body to see what the difference was.

He walked to the edge of the ring, grabbed the ropes, jumped, and easily entered the ring.

"Go for it, Natsu~" Nao leaned against the edge of the ring. Today she was wearing a T-shirt, shorts, and white sneakers, looking like a cute high school girl who had just grown up. She was cheering for Shirakawa Natsu with great enthusiasm.

Xuanmu clenched his right fist, opened his left palm, lowered his body weight, stepped forward with his right foot, and assumed the starting stance, smiling as he said, "Come on."

"Okay." Shirakawa Natsu leaned forward, pushed off with her back leg, and accelerated suddenly.

He could clearly feel that he was faster than before, and in just an instant, he was in front of Xuanmu.

He didn't understand fighting, but he had watched some fighting videos. He spun around and threw his right fist at Xuanmu.

A flicker of surprise crossed Xuanmu's eyes. He swung his right fist, using a slight movement, to deflect the other's punch.

He didn't retaliate; he stood there, smiling as he watched him.

"Again!" Shirakawa Natsu felt she could see Genki's movements clearly, so she accelerated and began to attack continuously.

He also wanted to see exactly where this body's combat potential lay.

"Clap clap clap!"

The sounds of bodies clashing echoed continuously on the ring.

Shirakawa Natsu quickly realized she was wrong.

The faster his attack speed, the faster Xuanmu parries, always maintaining the same frequency as him.

Half of the crowd that was originally watching dispersed.

Nao leaned against the railing with a beaming smile, calling out sweetly, "Natsu, do your best!"

Miyuki maintained a smile throughout, watching the scene.

Ten minutes later, Shirakawa Natsu stopped attacking, put her hands on her knees, and gasped for breath: "Uncle, just how strong are you?!"

After he stopped, he realized that Xuanmu hadn't moved an inch while blocking his attack.

"Young people these days are really scary." Xuanmu chuckled. "I almost couldn't defend against it."

"Uh." Shirakawa Natsumi chuckled awkwardly, "Uncle, are you sure you don't have any really amazing kung fu?"

"Haha, those are all movies." Xuanmu waved his hand: "Kung fu in real life is affected by the limits of the body. Humans have limits, and martial arts are the techniques to maximize those limits."

He looked Shirakawa Natsu up and down: "Your talent is enviable. With systematic training, you could easily surpass human limits."

"Huh?" Shirakawa Natsu raised an eyebrow, a look of surprise flashing in her eyes. Did Genki's words mean he had already realized that his body did not belong to the human realm?

"Natsu, are you tired?" Nao handed over a towel with a smile.

Genki looked at Nao and said with a simple smile, "May I invite you to spar once?"

"Huh?" Nao smiled and looked at him curiously: "You've gotten stronger?"

The two had faced off a few months ago.

After Xuanmu neutralized one of her attacks, he immediately chose to surrender.

Now that he's taking the initiative to challenge her, Nao, with her vast experience and knowledge, is also puzzled.

"Haha, no." Xuanmu brushed a few sparse hairs from the back of his head: "You had a gun that day."

Shirakawa Natsu's expression was strange. He didn't know the two knew each other, but he didn't ask any further questions.

"Nao, you don't need to worry about me when you want to do something."

"Hehe, okay~" Nao put her hands behind her back and skipped towards Genki.

Shirakawa Natsu voluntarily left the ring.

Once he realized that fighters in this world only knew how to use their fists and feet, he lost much of his interest.

A loud bang came from behind him.

Shirakawa Natsu turned around in surprise, only to see Genki smash the wooden pillar into pieces with a single punch.

“?” Shirakawa Natsumi.

Chapter 339 Unlocking Potential

Shirakawa Natsu wants to become stronger, really wants to.

He now feels very insecure when facing the fox and Nao.

Secular forces have little power to restrain these two people.

Last time, she was almost captured by a fox and taken to the mountains to keep her animal friends company.

Nao may seem obedient and easy to talk to, but she absolutely forbids him from having a harem.

Now, the fox, Nao, and he maintain a delicate balance.

Although a triangle is the most stable structure, it may collapse at any time.

By then, he will at least have the ability to protect himself.

On the stage, Nao was petite, but she was always on the offensive, and every move she made was aimed at vital points.

Uncle Xuanmu is like a small boat in a storm; he can fight to a standstill by dodging and weaving.

Compared to Shirakawa Natsu's battle just now, what happened before was like doing calisthenics.

The previously scattered crowd gathered again, watching the duel on the stage, barely daring to breathe.

"Sigh." Shirakawa Natsu sighed as she stood by the arena.

It's so hard to build a harem. Lately, Nao seems to be getting more and more clingy. If things continue like this, the ending with the hatchet is just a matter of time.

He was quite certain that Nao simply hadn't found an opportunity that wouldn't arouse his suspicion.

If she gets the chance, she will absolutely not hesitate to eliminate all his women.

Don't bring up feelings with her.

"Why are you sighing?" Miyuki walked over, her gaze fixed on the battle on the arena.

"I want to become stronger." Shirakawa Natsu had no reason to hide this from his brother.

"Oh?" Miyuki turned her head, raising her handsome eyebrows.

"I feel like they're too weak, it makes me feel very insecure." Shirakawa Natsu looked at the arena, where the speed of their attacks and defenses was almost too fast for a normal person to see.

“Hmm.” Mikoto followed his gaze and said, “If you simply pursue becoming stronger, there is no end to it.”

"Just like making money, once you have 100,000, you'll want 200,000; once you have 1 million, you'll want 2 million, and so on."

"Of course, it's perfectly acceptable to use becoming stronger as a driving force to strive for improvement."

"However, if one's life is blinded by the pursuit of becoming stronger, I think one will end up empty-handed when one comes to one's senses."

"By the way, most of them neglect their families in order to pursue their spiritual practice, and many end up separated from their wives and children."

"Huh?" Shirakawa Natsu raised an eyebrow and looked at Miyuki, not expecting her to say such a thing: "So you mean, instead of me becoming stronger, I should spend more time with Nao and the others?"

"Ah!" A gasp of surprise rang out from the sidelines of the arena.

On the arena, Nao drew a shallow bloodstain on Master Genki's neck with her finger.

“No.” Mi Zhi Shi shook his head: “What I mean is that the gap between you and her is too big. Instead of trying, you might as well scout her well. Maybe when the harem catches fire, you can save your life.”

"..." Shirakawa Natsumi pouted: "Then why do you want to become stronger?"

“Me?” Miyuki raised his head, as if recalling something: “I had a dream when you were lying in the hospital bed.”

"In my dream, for some reason, I was extremely anxious."

"Like almost missing the tram."