All of us are one

Chapter 4 The True Transmission of the Surging Waves

Professor Tarot is a renowned professor of biological genetics and currently works at Crescent City University.

Jiang Yanming is a master's student in biology at Crescent City University, and his advisor is Professor Tarot.

"This is a fight to the death..." Jiang Yanming thought to himself. "I don't remember offending the professor anywhere."

Judging from the contents of the contract, this is a do-or-die gamble, with the winning party receiving 2% of the shares in the Victoria Group.

"The contract will take effect on September 22nd..." Jiang Yanming said calmly, "It's May 4th now, and there are more than four months to do a lot of things."

"I need to get some rest before that."

Jiang Yanming felt a throbbing, fatigued feeling in his brain. He got up to wash up and prepare for a good night's sleep.

……

the next day.

Ding……

The slightly jarring ringtone of the cell phone woke Jiang Yanming from his sleep.

"Hello, who is this?" Jiang Yanming asked.

"It's me." A voice that was both strange and familiar came from the other end of the line.

The voice sounded unfamiliar because Jiang Yanming had never heard it before.

Familiarity, on the other hand, comes from the fact that when he hears the other person's voice, a strange memory instantly floods back.

"Second Senior Brother?" Jiang Yanming asked in confusion.

"Looks like you still remember me!" the man on the other end sneered. "The Martial Arts Federation just called. The inspectors will arrive in Crescent City this afternoon. You, the acting head of the martial arts school, should be there."

"Okay." Jiang Yanming held his phone in one hand and rubbed his temples with the other to relieve the throbbing pain in his head.

"Come soon." The person on the other end of the line said and then hung up the phone.

Seeing that the call had ended, Jiang Yanming casually tossed his phone aside, rubbing his temples as he began to sort through the unfamiliar memories in his mind.

Jiang Yanming is a registered martial artist of the Martial Arts Alliance and one of the true disciples of the previous master of Jingtao Martial Arts School. He currently serves as the acting master of Jingtao Martial Arts School.

"What's going on?" Jiang Yanming rubbed his temples.

As a time traveler, he had only just adapted to the changes that had occurred in the world yesterday, and now the world had changed again, even faster than the weather!

Jiang Yanming rested for a while and felt that his head was not so throbbing anymore. He was about to get up and put on his clothes when he found that something was blocking part of his view.

He looked closely and saw that it was a black sandbag, hanging from the roof beam, suspended vertically in the center of the bed.

"The room layout has changed." Jiang Yanming looked around the bedroom and found that in addition to a sandbag, there was a box next to the bed and many weight blocks.

"My hands?" He subconsciously raised his hands and found that his palms and the backs of his hands had many calluses.

What surprised him even more was that when he stood in front of the full-length mirror and took off his shirt, he could see obvious muscle lines, which were formed through long-term natural training, rather than bulky muscles created by injections and drugs.

"Is this what a martial artist's body is like?"

Jiang Yanming felt his body brimming with power. He went to the bed, looked at the sandbag suspended by a thick iron chain, took a deep breath, and then threw a powerful punch.

Bang!

The sandbag flew backward quickly, then swung back rapidly, the chains rattling loudly.

"wrong……"

Jiang Yanming controlled the sandbag with one hand, his mind simultaneously replaying the punch he had just thrown, subconsciously realizing that he had made a mistake.

Boom!

A thunderclap seemed to explode in his mind, and fragments of memories began to surface, causing him to frown involuntarily.

"The secret of my Surging Waves style lies in the layering of force, like waves rising higher and higher, more dangerous than the last..." An aged yet sharp voice seemed to be telling Jiang Yanming, making him involuntarily immerse himself in it.

"What's wrong with me?"

Jiang Yanming woke up with a start a moment later, reached out and wiped the corner of his eye, and found that tears were streaming down his face.

"It's affected..."

He silently looked at the tears on his fingers, feeling that overwhelming emotion was terrible!

Because it means something is out of control. This is only the second time the world has changed. Who knows if the world will change again, or if he will awaken other memories...

"If the world changes in the future, then the crisis brought about by that contract is nothing at all," Jiang Yanming thought solemnly. "The unknown is what's most terrifying!"

"I need to go check out the martial arts school."

Jiang Yanming got out of bed, dressed, and prepared to head to the Jingtao Martial Arts School from his memories.

……

The Surging Waves Martial Arts School is located in the Bay District of Crescent City, a well-known wealthy area.

Jiang Yanming drove out of Moon Island and headed straight for the ring road, then drove directly to the entrance of the bay area.

As an affluent area, the Bay Area is physically isolated from other areas; it can only be accessed by car via the ring road.

When Jiang Yanming drove to the bay area, his license plate had already been entered into the security system, so he was able to arrive at the Jingtao Martial Arts School he remembered without any problems.

After parking the car in its designated spot, Jiang Yanming got out and looked around.

This is a four-story building covering an area of ​​nearly 10,000 square meters. It is surrounded by parking lots, thus naturally isolating it from other buildings.

Arrive at the main entrance of the martial arts school.

Jiang Yanming looked up and saw the four pictographic characters for "Jingtao Martial Arts School" and the translated universal language.

"Senior Brother Jiang."

Someone came out of the martial arts school and greeted Jiang Yanming as soon as they saw him.

"Hmm." Jiang Yanming smiled and nodded, asking, "How's your progress?"

Judging from his brown hair, brown eyes, and unsteady gait, he was a registered disciple of the martial arts school and one of the school's main sources of funding.

"Senior Brother Qin said I still need to practice standing meditation..." The person was not old, but he looked quite mature, probably only sixteen or seventeen years old.

"In martial arts, a solid foundation is paramount, and stance training is the foundation," Jiang Yanming explained with a smile. "I'm having you practice stance training for your health."

"Speaking of which, after standing in the stance for a few days, I feel better than before," the man said thoughtfully.

"That's right. Get some rest when you get back," Jiang Yanming suggested. "It would be even better to take a medicinal bath."

"Thank you, Senior Brother Jiang." The man nodded upon hearing this, then turned and ran back into the martial arts hall. "I'll go buy some medicinal bath pills right now."

Jiang Yanming stood there, watching the person's figure disappear, before slowly exhaling.

"I've really been influenced..." he sighed inwardly. "Just by meeting a disciple, I found myself subconsciously thinking about generating revenue for the martial arts school during our conversation."

Jiang Yanming shook his head, putting his complicated thoughts behind him, and walked into the martial arts hall, heading straight for the training ground on the second floor.

The entire second floor, spanning nearly 10,000 square meters, houses only this one martial arts training ground, surrounded by numerous martial arts and fitness equipment.

At this moment, there are more than thirty people dressed in loose white clothes practicing martial arts. Some are practicing standing meditation, some are practicing punches in front of wooden dummies, and some are practicing in pairs.

"Senior Brother Jiang."

"Senior Brother Jiang!"

The martial arts school disciples, dressed in loose white robes, greeted Jiang Yanming one after another.

For most disciples, they preferred the more pleasant-speaking Senior Brother Jiang to Senior Brother Qin, who was a regular at the martial arts school.

"Junior Brother Jiang." A deep, resonant voice rang out from above.

Jiang Yanming looked up and saw a young man, also dressed in loose white clothes but still with a broad back and thick waist, standing on the third-floor staircase corner looking down at him.