Rebirth: Super Banking System

Chapter 86: Chapter 78 Uncle Han, I have money! _1

"Little Tang, what was that just now? Was that the limit of your leg speed?" Han Leng asked in disbelief. He had rarely seen such speed with kicks in the military. The kind of speed Tang Qing demonstrated was not something that could be achieved just through hard training, it also indicated a natural gift inherent in one’s physical fitness and had little to do with effort.

"Yes, that was my fastest speed just now. Uncle Han, you’re amazing to be able to block it." Tang Qing exclaimed. Of course, he would not say that he was still hiding half of his strength. It wouldn’t be good to display too much of this. He didn’t want to be treated like a monster and studied like a lab specimen.

He somewhat regretted showing such astonishing strength in his punch just now. If Han Leng asked him to try his best, it would be troublesome. Whether to hit or not to hit, if he used all his strength, a kick would definitively injure Han Leng severely and create a lot of subsequent troubles.

Who knew if Han Leng, who had already retired, still had connections with the military? If this was reported to the country, it would mean a lot of trouble. If he didn’t have the system, Tang Qing wouldn’t mind mingling with the country. But now, he felt like the rarest kind of panda. Once he steps out, he would definitively be labeled and treated like a lab rat. It would be better to keep some secrets for now.

"Ha, you’re impressive, I underestimated you. Try hitting me at your fastest speed, I want to see it again." As soon as Han Leng heard this, he believed it and thought that Tang Qing had already done his best, it was hard to control speed while being at full strength.

"All right." Tang Qing agreed.

This time, Han Leng was fully alert, treating it as a big deal. He mobilized all his muscles and attention, even blaming his carelessness for getting hit once. If he were to be attacked at vital points only using kicks by a beginner, it would be truly embarrassing.

However.

Five moves.

Just five moves.

Han Leng was kicked in the chest again.

The human body certainly has more vital points than that, but it wasn’t a genuine fight, but rather a demonstration of speed, hence Tang Qing deliberately avoided the weak points and aimed at the chest.

Faintly real, faintly false.

Switching between left and right.

"Hiss...let’s go again..."

"..."

In ten rounds, Han Leng held on for a maximum of seven rounds. Each time, he was kicked by Tang Qing, who could decide the extent of the injury. Of course, this was just one effective attack and couldn’t be considered as winning or losing. After all, how could one get through a fight without getting hit a few times? Even if you hit the vital points, as long as it’s not the head or the lower body, the opponent would usually have the ability to fight back.

Although this kind of attack couldn’t be counted as winning, it had already shaken Han Leng’s composure. He noticed that Tang Qing’s reaction speed was extraordinary, and it was impossible to keep up with his body size, which was a disadvantage for brawn.

In terms of speed and strength, he couldn’t compete with Tang Qing. It was impossible for him to feel a sense of loss. After all, close combat was important for soldiers, but firearms were even more crucial. In front of modern weapons, opportunities for close combat were not many.

What surprised Han Leng now was the fact that Tang Qing was just using his legs, an attack mode far less flexible than using hands. Legs were larger and their movements were easier to discern and anticipate.

If Tang Qing were to use his hands?

What would it be like?

The speed of hands is much faster than that of legs.

And far more flexible.

"Little Tang, this time, attack me only with your hands. I know you’re strong, so just use half of your strength. The end will be determined once you can hit my chest or head five times. Is that okay?" Han Leng reflected and then said.

"Okay, no problem." Tang Qing agreed.

After speaking, Tang Qing controlled his strength and threw a probing punch towards Han Leng’s face. Han Leng easily dodged the punch, knowing that Tang Qing hadn’t used all his strength. But even half of Tang Qing’s strength wasn’t easy to handle. He could dodge, so he did. He wasn’t a sandbag after all.

Seeing his punch being dodged, the corner of Tang Qing’s mouth lifted slightly.

The real show begins.

He increased his attack speed to the limit within half his strength range.

Just fifteen moves.

Pure defense.

Despite being well-prepared, Han Leng was finally defeated by Tang Qing’s ghostly speed.

After fifteen moves, Han Leng had been hit five times. The fight was over.

Han Leng stood there for a long while without regaining his senses. The match was like delivering his own head on a platter. What was the difference between this and being defenseless? And this was when Tang Qing had only used fifty percent of his strength.

And what if Tang Qing had a knife in his hand?

Wouldn’t he be done for then?

Han Leng couldn’t imagine it. He felt that in less than a month, even a life-and-death fight with Tang Qing would be hard to predict.

"Continue..."

The rest of the afternoon was spent sparring with Han Leng. It ended up completely shattering Han Leng’s conception of the martial world.

He finally saw what people meant by natural gift; it was one thing to have a head start, but it was shameless to be flying in an airplane, while he was standing on the ground watching.

Han Leng was nearly crushed.

Strength.

Resilience.

Speed.

Learning ability.

Flexibility.

A totally crushed Han Leng didn’t dare to speak up for a month now. It was uncertain who would win with a knife in each man’s hand.

In particular, Tang Qing’s flexibility and resistance to strike were monstrous, along with his outrageous learning ability. In the end, except for his finishing moves, Han Leng could only barely keep up with Tang Qing with every technique he knew.

At this point, Tang Qing had also used eighty percent of his strength.

"Ah, Little Tang, I really don’t know what to say. I hope you don’t use these skills to harm society or bully others under the guise of your power," Han Leng sighed. In just a few days of being his master, his disciple was almost defeating him, and he didn’t know whether to be sad or happy.

"Don’t worry, I’m not that type of person. But Uncle Han, please don’t tell Uncle Qin, or at least not for a while," Tang Qing said sincerely. He was already causing enough of a sensation, and the last thing he wanted was to draw more attention.

"Alright, I won’t tell. Next week, I can teach you some techniques from some other martial arts schools. With your learning skills, mastering them in a day shouldn’t be a problem," Han Leng promised, understanding that Tang Qing wanted to keep a low profile about why he didn’t want Qin Yugang to know.

"Fine, I’ll come again next weekend," said Tang Qing. He was planning to go back home for dinner; he’d already received a call from his aunt.

"Alright."

Just as Tang Qing was about to leave, a voice from outside called out.

"Han, big brother."

Tang Qing turned his head and instantly recognized that the man was a soldier too, as he had a similar aura to Han Leng, although his current state was poor. He was over 1.7 meters tall, but his face was full of worry.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his hair was messy, probably not washed for days. Despite his appearance not being as robust as Han Leng, the muscles peeking from his open shirt showcased that his physical condition was excellent.

"Xiao Sun, why are you in the city, and why are you in this state?" Despite being thrilled to see his old friend, Han Leng was also concerned about his well-being.

Apparently, things were not going well for his old friend, who was also his war buddy, named Sun Chao. Sun Chao was quite a bit younger, and he resigned from the army after only five years due to certain circumstances. Since then, he’s been taking care of his elderly mother at home and rarely visited the city. His last visit was over three months ago.

"Han, brother, I... I came to borrow some money. My mom was critically ill last week and is in the hospital. The money I got from my retirement this week was all spent on her treatment. I need to borrow some money from you; I really have no other way," Sun Chao clenched his teeth hesitantly and said. Unless it was an absolutely last resort, he, who had a strong sense of dignity, would not borrow money from anyone. However, his mother was his only family. He had a responsibility that he simply could not shrug off.

"Okay, how much do you need?" Han Leng instantly agreed, without asking the amount. Life was more important than anything. Furthermore, Sun Chao was his war buddy. The bond they shared was something ordinary people could not understand— it was a stable, intimate, and long-lasting relationship.

"The doctor said it would be 300,000. However much you can lend me, I would appreciate it... I’ll figure out the rest..." Sun Chao said, his expression dim.

"Ah, how could you think of a way? How many people do you know, and how much money they have, I know. In this case, let me try to figure out a solution. We may be able to gather part of the money by borrowing from various places. I can mortgage my shop as well; we’ll save the person first and think about the rest later," Han Leng frowned as he heard this.

Sun Chao was indeed a talent he highly valued in the army; if not for that incident, he would not have retired. Coupled with the fact that he had an aged mother at home who needed his care, he would not have stayed in the village after retirement. Han Leng felt that it was a terrible waste of talent. _{𝖓𝔬𝔳𝖕𝖚𝖇.𝖈𝔬𝔪}

"That won’t work; this shop is your painstaking effort. Your family relies on this shop for livelihood. No..." On hearing this, Sun Chao hurriedly objected. He obviously knew that Han Leng had spent all his savings to buy this shop, which was the only source of income for Han Leng’s family. Despite the fact that his mother was the most important person in his life, Sun Chao was absolutely unwilling to ruin another family.

"Why not? Human life is paramount." Han Leng said bitterly. Although he had served the nation for many years, the country had many citizens, and the government could not look after everyone. He would understand, hoping that the economy of the country would keep getting better and that the welfare would continue to improve so that they could take better care of those who had spent their youth and blood in the defense of the country.

Mortgage wasn’t selling, just a kind of loan. Although the interest was high, they could pay it off slowly, he could imagine how his wife and family would oppose it.

Nevertheless, if he didn’t help, his conscience would forever be troubled.

"This won’t work; I can’t hurt you like this. This shop absolutely cannot be touched," Sun Chao urgently objected.

"Why not? Human life is the most important. Since you call me brother, I absolutely cannot watch your mother die of illness because of lack of money," Han Leng said firmly.

"But, Han Brother..."

"There are no ’buts’..." Han Leng said resolutely.

At this point, Tang Qing, who had been watching from the side, couldn’t bear it any longer and said, "Uncle Han, do you need my help?"

The comradeship between the two touched him deeply, especially Han Leng’s swift and decisive attitude which impressed him greatly. In his past life, such individuals were extremely rare, but in the military, they were relatively common. The bond of comrades-in-arms far exceeded a general friendship.

To him, these righteous soldiers who defended the country with integrity, especially those who once sacrificed their youth and blood for the nation, were beyond respect. Having seen his master and another man with a soldier’s disposition worrying about money, he naturally couldn’t just stand by and watch.

However, the country was too vast, and it simply could not provide for everyone. He could understand that. If he encountered such cases, he would assist whoever he could. As for a large-scale assistance, he had to give up. The country might doubt his intentions and feel threatened. This was way too dangerous, almost inviting a lightning strike; he was not ready to be harmonized.

PS: I’m late. This Chapter was so hard to write, especially the battle. I am not at all good at this, and will try to write less about this in the future; it’s tiring.

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