Chenfeng Martial Arts Hall.
Sunlight penetrates through the windows, dividing the hall into a chessboard of intersecting light and shadow.
The training ground, over ten thousand square ters, resembles a boiling furnace, with punching winds and kicking shadows stirring up the dust in the beams of light.
In the eastern weapons area, a continuous tallic buzz breaks out like a swarm of bees, occasionally exploding into sparks with the clash of swords and knives.
Zheng Jiao stands by the weapon rack, watching Fang Qingyu practice the Horizontal Knife.
Finally, I understand why old Qin and Team Lin couldn’t help but personally teach him.
No matter how Fang Qingyu practiced before.
As soon as I corrected him, he never made the sa mistake again.
This feeling of instant understanding after teaching.
Is truly addictive.
Moreover...
It’s very fulfilling.
"Hum..."
Fang Qingyu pants heavily, putting down the horizontal knife.
The feeling of practicing with a knife is completely different from that of practicing with fists.
Practicing fists uses the body as the instrunt, generating force from within, emphasizing the coordination of muscles and bones and the penetration of inch strength.
Practicing with a knife extends through the weapon, with a larger attack and defense radius, requiring precise blade control and stable balance.
The forr strengthens the body and perception of strength, the latter practices weapon control and distance.
However, both seek the unity of mind and intent.
It was indeed the right choice to add a weapon practice along with fist training.
"Class dismissed."
Zheng Jiao called out to the others and then walked over to Fang Qingyu.
"Did Lin Jiao ever tell you that your talent in martial techniques is very good?"
"Uh, no, Lin Jiao just said to wait for in the elite class."
Fang Qingyu shook his head in surprise upon hearing this.
"Keep it up, with your talent, entering the elite class is just a matter of ti, but don’t neglect Pile Skill and boxing either."
"I can tell that after martial technique training, you still have plenty of energy; I suggest you spend an additional 2 hours a day on Pile Skill and Basic Boxing."
Zheng Jiao inquired about Fang Qingyu’s opinion.
"Sure, no problem."
To her surprise, Fang Qingyu agreed without any hesitation.
"When I was with Qin Jiao, I practiced intensively every day."
Fang Qingyu explained with a smile.
"Then you practice more by yourself here, I’ll get going."
Zheng Jiao smiled for the first ti.
"Take care, Zheng Jiao."
Fang Qingyu escorted her to the door, then returned to the hall alone.
Looking at the chart.
[Basic Skill "Horizontal Saber Thirteen Forms" is being activated (28/100)]
In just a few days, it will be activated.
This Martial Seed talent is indeed formidable!
After exploring these past few days, Fang Qingyu now also understands the true use of the Martial Seed.
It isn’t a bug where martial arts can be instantly mastered by looking and practicing.
But a process where, during martial training, you can do your very best according to what you understand as best.
That’s why everything taught is quickly grasped.
However, if Zheng Jiao hadn’t reminded today, I might have almost forgotten about Pile Skill Boxing.
The two are foundations for body training and martial arts.
They are absolutely essential skills to be honed daily during martial practice.
This ti the practice is on the steel-wrapped wooden post.
The feel of training is different from before.
But the effect is much better than before.
Similarly, the steel wrapping on the outside also tears through Fang Qingyu’s muscles.
[Your profession "Martial Arts Apprentice" experience 22]
[Your professional basic skill "Hidden Dragon Posture" experience 34]
[Your professional basic skill "Basic Boxing" experience 38]
[Congratulations, your professional basic skill "Basic Boxing" has risen to Level 3 (0/300)]
Two hours later.
Fang Qingyu opened the chart, looking at his achievents.
Level 3 Basic Boxing is not yet full level.
It seems these two skills are of a higher level than I imagined.
He flipped the chart to the index page.
[Power: 15.1→15.3]
[Speed: 14.2→14.5]
[Physique: 14.5→14.8]
Combining Pile Skill with boxing is fundantally a process of honing the body.
This upgrade shows a steady rise in attributes.
After a bath and a change of clothes.
Fang Qingyu closes the martial hall gate, rides his electric car to the Qingtang Clubhouse.
First, enjoy a al and massage package.
The current balance of over two hundred thousand yuan is enough for almost a month.
By the ti the massage ends.
It’s already three in the afternoon.
Fang Qingyu isn’t too concerned now.
The electric car driving skill can be leveled up gradually; it will reach full level sooner or later.
He delivered food for more than three hours.
[Your professional basic skill "Electric Car Driving" experience 15]
Just a couple more days should be enough.
Afterward, he had dinner and headed to Tongyuan Martial Arts Hall.
As usual, first completing his security guard duties.
Then engaging in the ring matches.
For the regular ring champion over the past two days, the audience is unusually familiar with him.
However, tonight, fewer people cursed him than before.
So gamblers began to staunchly support Fang Qingyu.
After all, betting on Fang Qingyu’s victory brings profit.
Why not?
To them, making money is the most important thing.
"Is he the final test?"
In the VIP box on the second floor.
A burly man pointed at the ring where Fang Qingyu stood and asked.
"Yes, as long as you beat him, you can join the Comrce Association, and I can get you the materials you want."
A man in a suit behind with a cigar in his mouth played with an expression of jest.
The burly man didn’t respond imdiately.
Until he watched Fang Qingyu for three matches, and then slowly nodded.
"Okay."
"There should be no one else coming..."
Fang Qingyu glanced at the ti.
It’s past one forty.
He’s been guarding the ring continuously for three nights.
Fewer and fewer people dared to step up.
By now, usually, no one else would dare challenge him.
It’s ti to rest.
Fang Qingyu thought so, just about to tell the referee to give up guarding the ring.
The broadcast suddenly resounded with an exciting voice.
"Wow wow wow, another contestant is challenging Fang Qing!!!"
"Let see who it is."
"What!?"
"It’s none other than the ring king from three years ago, Ying Kai!!!"
Despite the exaggerated tone, Fang Qingyu also received the information he wanted.
Ring king?
This ans, that the opponent... has ten consecutive victories.
Moreover, achieved a ten-ga win streak under targeted circumstances.
Otherwise, normally, no one would risk losing on purpose.
This is getting interesting.
Fang Qingyu gradually beca excited.
These past two days, he hadn’t even had the chance to use Baji Fist.
Solely grinding experience like a robot, unable to enjoy the fun of combat.
Ying Kai slowly walked to the front of the stage.
Ordinary-looking, but robustly built, with many scars across both arms.
Fang Qingyu took a deep breath...
Activating Dragon Sting Breath.
The Level 2 Breathing Technique can sustain for over five minutes.
Looking ahead once more.
Fang Qingyu’s pupils contracted.
Each step Ying Kai took felt as if it was treading on the rhythm of his heartbeat.
Very dangerous!!
For the first ti, he encountered soone outside the martial hall who could evoke such a sense of crisis.
"The match begins!"
Without waiting for the two to speak, the referee eagerly announced the start.
But neither made a move imdiately.
Seeing this, Fang Qingyu slowly assud the starting position of Baji Fist.
While training with Zhao Feng, he had ntioned a few words.
"Kid, you’ve chosen right choosing Baji, it’s unbeatable among peers!"
"What does ’peers’ an?"
"At the sa level, Baji reigns supre."
"Haven’t you heard the saying?"
"In literature, Tai Chi brings peace to the world... In martial arts, Baji secures the universe!"
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