Chapter 135: Mission Accomplished

Arnold was pretty impressed by what he had just heard... With a smile on his face, he responded...

"That... Great! Congratulations," he said.

"Thanks, brother... Now we are both top professional wrestlers, Hahaha!" Matthew laughed excitedly as if he had just achieved his goal.

Arnold understood his actions because he knew what he would have been thinking and aiming for. After he had moved to Slamdown, he already knew that Matthew Bridges would be eager to move to the top show of Legacy Pro Wrestling also.

He understood his actions because he would have wanted it the same way if he were in Matthew's shoes.

"Yes, you are right. We are now top wrestlers, hehe," Arnold laughed slightly.

"Also, Max... I think we should hang around someday to drink, eat, and celebrate this great achievement. We are business partners, you know, and that's not only the relationship we have... We are still close friends," Matthew noticed. S~eaʀᴄh the Nôvelƒire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

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"So what do you think?" Matthew then asked again, requesting Arnold's opinion.

"Sure, I agree. We should hang around then..."

"Yes! Alright, another thing," Matthew paused and continued. "Why don't we bring our girlfriends along? It will be great if they get to meet themselves, you know?"

This time, Arnold's face had turned dark for a while, not actually knowing what to say about this one. It was fine for him to go ahead and hang out, but he wouldn't love Mia to do the same just because of some safety issues.

The plot of his brother and Selina Greenwood was still on, and he didn't want his loved ones to get into trouble.

"C'mon!! Safety? We are going to get ourselves a safe place with as many bodyguards as we need. That shouldn't be a problem, brother," Matthew, knowing little of what Arnold was facing, said.

Upon hearing this, the nervousness in Arnold's mind seemed to fade a little, as he knew that they could really get themselves a very safe place for the meeting.

If truly the meeting will be safe enough, then why not? He would let Mia come along with him.

"Alright then, I will let her come over with me, but that should be on a weekend. She is a student at Rising Impact University," Arnold notified.

"So is mine. She is a student at Legacy Pro University, you see?"

Arnold had to nod his head in agreement and sighed.

"No probs, I have to go now, brother."

"Okay sure, I'd call you later," Matthew said.

"Aight, have a great day," Arnold dropped his last greetings until the phone beeped, revealing the end of the call.

Sigh...

After the call ended, he continued walking to his room. He was almost at the lounge when the call ended, and it only took a few seconds before he approached and walked in.

He went ahead and sat on his bed, and laid a for a moment. The next moment, he rose and laid back, and he rose again.

Sigh...

"It's really boring without Mark and Lila... So boring," Arnold said with a slight show of regret in his eyes. It wasn't as if he was regretting coming to Slamdown, he was just a little depressed having to be alone here.

No friends...

He actually had no one to talk to...

No, he should stop, right?

He was a man, and he shouldn't care about these things, right?

Arnold was contemplating at that moment, as he tried to get the feelings out of his head. The more he tried, the more it lingered, refusing to leave.

Arnold thought of going to the gym after a while but changed his mind to focus on practicing Ironfist. He was already done with Ironskin and had started practicing Ironfist a few weeks ago. But due to other activities and slight distractions, he hadn't completed the perfection yet.

After taking a few minutes to rest, he walked over to the training ring made somewhere in a lonesome area in the arena. It was silent and a little dim at that moment, but it wasn't as if it was getting dark... It was daytime.

The faint light that promoted the spirit of focus only shone slightly at the center of the ring, which was preferably decent for anyone who came to practice.

Arnold quickly went head into the ring and began to practice Ironfist. Before he started, he collected a punching bag from the corner and started launching punches on it. This was the way he was asked to practice the Art, although it was literally to hit his fist against hard substances.

The punching bag was thick and hard of course, and that was what Arnold had decided to use in all practices.

After several turns, he had made up to 68% perfection. And today, he was aiming to complete it no matter how long it may take.

He started punching.

*Pow!*

The punch hit the bag with an intense force, causing it to vibrate at that instant. The force and impact he used were so fierce that a slight hole was made in the bag, but it wasn't torn. Slowly, the hole in the bag vanished, and it went back to normal.

"Haha, crazy!" Arnold commented.

They spent quite a while punching the bag and causing more vibrations on it.

*Pow!*

*Pow!*

*POW!*

*BAAM!!!*

Suddenly, the punching bag was finally destroyed by the punches, scattering in an instant. Arnold personally wanted to destroy the punching bag, and he had done just that.

It wouldn't cost much to get a new one after all...

[Perfection: 70%.]

"Ah fuck!!!!"

Arnold was struck with words of disappointment as his eyes turned dark that moment.

"I was punching that bag for more than a fucking hour!!!"

[It's hard perfecting Hardcore Wrestling, you know that.]

The system said casually...

However, at that moment, Arnold only frowned and walked over to another punching bag hung outside the ring. With a scowl, he attempted to collect it when his eyes landed on several huge bricks at the side.

At that same moment, a sudden thought made him smile.

"Hard substances... Hmm..."

He quickly picked these bricks and began placing them at one spot in the ringside, making a wall-like structure. He did this until he had made several walls in different spots around the entire ringside.

Then he heaved a sigh...

After that sigh, Arnold walked back to the first wall and began launching punches on them. Every wall took two to four punches to be shattered and Arnold was relentless as he went ahead punching and destroying every wall he made.

Meanwhile,

[Perfection: 71.]

[Perfection: 72.]

[Perfection. 73.]

[Perfection. 74.]

[Perfection... 86.]

Every destroyed block shockingly has him a point to the perfection of Ironfist, which amazed him... But that was just due to his advanced Intelligence.

If he wasn't wise enough, he wouldn't have discovered this strategy... Now that he did, it was just fortunate.

[Perfection. 100!]

[You amazed even me, host!]

Even the system was amazed.

Just like that, he had completed the practice of Ironfist with the assistance of his Intelligence, acting on the system's aid.

His mission was accomplished.