Chapter 13: The President

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
He certainly couldn’t go back to the fight club anymore.

Thulhu walked out of the stadium and looked back, feeling a little regretful.

Although he could only get XP from the same person twice, that was still something. Except for the three trainers, there were also the other club members.

As soon as they took a dislike to him and became his “red name enemies,” he could at least get two rounds of XP!

It was also a great pity that Baron would never fight Thulhu a second time.

Without doubt, the entire fight club now hated Thulhu. If he went back, he would be challenging the entire club.

Thulhu sighed and pulled up his attributes panel again. At the end of [Maga Fighting LV2], there was a small ‘+.’

[20XP consumed. Maga Fighting level has been upgraded to LV3! Constitution +0.3; Strength +0.3]!

Although this had consumed 20XP, it was totally worth it!

He turned to look at the panel:

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Name: [Thulhu Botley]

Occupation: [none]

Class: [0]

Title: [none]

Strength: [1.4]; Agility: [1.2]; Constitution: [0.9]; Spirit: [1.6]

Skill: [Corpse Princess LV1]; [Maga Fighting LV3]

Passive: [Common Heber LV3]; [Basic Physics LV4]; [Demon Hunting LV1]; [Ancient Heber LV2]

XP: [0]

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Finally, his constitution had recovered!

The life force which had been pulled out by the black magic had completely recovered!

Also, his strength had improved greatly. The value was now almost fifty percent higher than for an ordinary person!

He had achieved his purpose for going to the fight club in just two days. This was all because of the XP!

Thulhu knew that he was nowhere close to being a genius. His incredible achievements came from the attributes panel and the XP.

However, the power of the attributes panel was just so wonderful. He could be instantly enlightened after learning something new and gain excellent command of it.

Once Thulhu reached Maga Fighting LV3, he felt that Eight Sets as taught by the club seemed unnecessarily complicated. He was confident that Eight Sets could be simplified into Four Sets!

Thulhu closed his eyes. He could now totally feel the difference between the skill at LV2 and LV3.

The version taught by the fight club had been simplified first, and then some unnecessary movements had been added.

After all, everyone could learn it, and the skills couldn’t be too fierce and powerful.

And Thulhu completely understood that.

But after his experience, he could instantly simplify Eight Sets into Four Sets!

He was greatly inspired by the higher level version. He was now like a poet full of talent who couldn’t wait to start reciting his poem.

Thulhu looked around before he walked into the woods to practice.

There were in fact only two ways to launch an attack: one was to launch a frontal attack, which could be called “Tiger Style,” and the other targeted the enemy’s weakness, called “Crane Style”!

The skills for moving around and locking an enemy down could be combined into “Python Style”!

For defense, there was “Turtle Style”!

Once he reached LV3, Thulhu could create a new version based on his understanding. Tiger, crane, python and turtle – these were the unique styles which belonged to Thulhu. He called them “Four Sets”!

Thulhu released a long sigh of relief.

His understanding of Maga Fighting could definitely help him establish a new school of fighting. And he could give it a new name, say, Thulhu Maga Fighting, or Botley Maga Fighting.

However, he preferred Thulhu Maga, which sounded a bit like tai chi.

He slowly stopped his movements. Somehow, he felt slightly depressed.

“Interesting!”

At that moment, a voice rang out. “Rarely does someone have such a good understanding of Maga Fighting!”

“Who is it?!”

Thulhu narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction that the voice had come from.

A young Caucasian man slowly walked out from the trees. He had nice-looking features and blue eyes. There was a gentle smile on his face, which made him look like an easygoing teenage boy from the neighbourhood.

“Don’t worry. I don’t mean any harm!”

The young man walked to Thulhu. “I’m Donald, the president of the university’s fight club. That was really something. So… are you interested in joining?”

“You… you’re going back?”

After a short while of silence, Thulhu asked the question.

“Um… yes. Why?” Donald scratched his head a bit and asked confusedly.

If Donald went back now, he would realize that Thulhu had challenged the entire club.

Thulhu rolled his shoulders slightly as he thought about it.

But Donald currently had no idea. Thulhu got excited, and his eyes shone. “You’re the president. Why don’t we have a fight to decide whether I should join?”

Without doubt, defeating Donald would give him more XP!

“Interesting!”

Donald thought for a moment and nodded. “Agreed!”

As soon as he said that, he dashed at Thulhu with his arms lifted high.

His move stirred the air. The wind blew.

It was like a whip that lashed at Thulhu’s face.

“Turtle Style!”

Thulhu tried his best to defend against Donald. They were evenly matched in strength. After a second, both of them jumped back to keep some distance between them.

Thulhu rubbed his arms, looking serious. “Good. You’re indeed the president.”

Although his strength was already greater than most people, his enemy was even stronger and faster than he was!

He had to get the upper hand first! Crane Style!

Thulhu’s arms swung faster and faster to help him accelerate. A second later, he was in front of Donald.

“Interesting!”

Donald’s eyes lit up and the muscles in his back tightened. After turning his body into a solid brick, Donald took the punch.

Thulhu groaned inwardly and jumped back again. He felt like he had just punched an iron wall.

Although Crane Style enabled him to move faster, his attack was also less powerful at the same time!

Thulhu, however, didn’t stop. His fists suddenly turned into claws which fell fiercely.

From Crane Style to Tiger Style!

In the face of that, Donald wouldn’t take the claws with his own body again. Instead, he burst out in a low roar and the bones in his body suddenly became very soft. Like a whip, his body borrowed Thulhu’s momentum and lashed back!

Bang!

Thulhu took a few steps back, hiding his right hand behind him.

Donald didn’t choose to seize the chance to attack violently. Instead, he stopped and smiled. “You’re good, very good. Even better than the trainers in the club. We can stop here…”

If the fight went on, Thulhu would have to use Python Style. If he got too close to Donald, and both of them were pushed to the limit, the fight would become too dangerous.

Thulhu also stopped. They were from the same university, so the fight was more like an exchange. There was no need to spill any blood.

“You also learn Maga, but your movements are much more direct than ours. Earlier, I thought it was from the army, but it isn’t. By the way, what’s your name?”

Donald asked Thulhu the question, looking slightly confused. The way he looked at Thulhu somehow made Thulhu feel a bit nervous.

“I’m Thulhu! Thulhu Botley!”

“Thulhu… I see! You can come and find me in the fight club!”

Donald smiled. He then turned around and left.

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