Advice

"Straight punches must be accurate, hook punches must be ruthless!"

"Splitting punches must be hard, whip fists must be fast!"

"In summary, these are the key points of Sanshou punching techniques. I've finished explaining them, so you'd best think them over carefully afterward."

The Sanshou class ended. Coach Lu demonstrated the breakdown movements for the punches twice, then slowly left.

The many trainees wore varying expressions. Some seemed to have gained some insight, frowning as they repeated the punching movements.

Others saw that class was over and quickly dispersed from the boxing frames, heading toward the locker room.

"I'm leaving first."

Lin Hao said this, waved his hand, and walked out of the practice room.

Chen Feng nodded lightly, then felt the light around him dim slightly.

Turning his head, he saw Xu Dongtai, who had brushed past him and was likewise leaving after class.

He was one meter eighty-five tall, his stacked muscles seeming almost block-like.

Beneath his crew cut, his eyes slanted toward the others. The silver stud in his ear gave him a cold, harsh air.

"Walk faster. Don't block the way."

"Can't you see that Dong Ge is leaving too?"

His lackey Zhou Xin shouted as loudly as ever. Quite a few trainees slightly frowned, but they still chose to move aside.

"Hm?"

Suddenly, as if sensing something, his footsteps paused.

Xu Dongtai, who had just passed Chen Feng, narrowed his eyes and turned to look down at him.

Their gazes met, and he looked into those calm eyes unlike anyone else's.

He actually sensed a trace of danger.

"Dong Ge?"

Seeing him stop, Zhou Xin asked in confusion.

No one answered. The atmosphere remained silent for two seconds.

"Let's go."

In the end, Xu Dongtai shook his head and withdrew his gaze, deciding that it was perhaps merely an illusion caused by exhaustion.

He was just an inconspicuous fellow trainee in their usual classes.

Even Zheng Qiang and Yu Shan were no match for him. How could anyone else in the training class possibly make him feel danger?

Even if it was only a trace, that was absolutely impossible!

Tap, tap!

He then turned and walked away, his figure gradually receding.

Zhou Xin had no idea what was going on, but he still deliberately glared at Chen Feng before quickly following after him.

"Punching power close to 100 kilograms, huh."

Standing there alone, Chen Feng paid no attention to Zhou Xin's earlier provocation.

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched Xu Dongtai's broad, imposing back disappear.

During class today, Zhou Xin had deliberately bragged loudly about Xu Dongtai's latest punching power data.

99 kilograms!

Infinitely close to the level of amateur fifth dan.

At an ordinary small combat gym, he would already be qualified to serve as a coach.

He could even become a main competitor in certain small team tournaments and have a chance of winning the championship.

It could be said that Xu Dongtai truly had the right to be proud.

"There's still time."

Chen Feng silently clenched his fists. His gaze flickered, but soon returned to calm.

There were still six days before the assessment. Relying on the Dream World, as long as he could keep finding light orbs, he was confident that he could surpass him.

Soon after, seeing that all the trainees had left the practice room,

he did not linger any longer and quickly started walking, preparing to leave.

"Chen Feng!"

Coach Lu's voice suddenly rang out.

Chen Feng was surprised. Only then did he notice that the other man was standing by the glass door.

Looking Along the Flow, Coach Lu had an average build, neither fat nor thin, and stood around one meter seventy-eight.

He wore a loose black T-shirt. He had a square face, thick brows, and a broad forehead. With his hands behind his back, his gaze was calm.

"Coach Lu?" Chen Feng stopped, somewhat confused.

"You've become proficient in Sanshou, haven't you?"

Coach Lu's eyes shone as he got straight to the point.

Somewhat surprised, Chen Feng quickly recovered.

The other trainees could not tell because their eyesight and experience were lacking.

But Coach Lu had taught Sanshou here for more than ten years. His experience was undoubtedly extensive enough to see Chen Feng's progress.

"Yes."

Chen Feng nodded lightly, with no intention of concealing it.

He had deliberately searched online for similar cases before. The saying of achieving sudden enlightenment overnight did indeed exist in the Martial Arts Circle, and it often earned one greater attention.

If not for that, he would not have dared to keep practicing punches at the martial arts hall.

"Very good!"

With a smile, Coach Lu quickly said frankly, "If I'm not mistaken, you probably also want to become a Core Disciple of our Yan Wu Academy, right?"

"Mm!" Chen Feng nodded.

Most people in the training class probably wanted that.

After all, this was the only chance for ordinary people to come into contact with a Martial Dao School, and also the only path into another circle.

"Then I'll be direct. As you are now, you're not Xu Dongtai's opponent."

Coach Lu kept his hands behind his back and looked Chen Feng over from head to toe.

When he saw Chen Feng remain silent, he assumed that he was unconvinced.

Coach Lu did not get angry. Instead, he patiently explained, "You shouldn't think that just because you're both proficient in Sanshou, you can contend with him."

"Look at Zheng Qiang and Yu Shan. Aren't they both proficient in Sanshou too? And what happened?"

"Many factors affect the outcome of a fight. Combat skills, physical fitness, willpower—none of them can be lacking. Understand?"

After pausing and seeing Chen Feng offer no rebuttal, Coach Lu nodded in satisfaction before continuing, "Xu Dongtai has better physical talent than you, and his family circumstances are good too. He gets plenty of nutritional supplements daily, and he also hires other coaches for private guidance."

"If you truly want to compete with him for the position of Core Disciple, then I have only one suggestion."

Chen Feng looked at him in confusion.

"Practice another fighting technique in your spare time and strive to get started with it."

"Judo or wrestling would be best—something focused on strength and lower-body muscle training. It can make up for your weaknesses and give you another technique."

"Then, if you catch him off guard, perhaps you'll have a chance to win."

Hearing this, Chen Feng raised his brows. He did not expect Coach Lu to say so much to him.

Was it because he was proficient in Sanshou?

"All right, think it over carefully yourself."

"There are six days left. What the final result will be depends on you."

After saying that, Coach Lu smoothly turned and left.

Chen Feng thought for a moment, hurriedly thanked the coach, then went to the locker room to shower, change his clothes, and leave the martial arts hall.

"It seems that even Coach Lu thinks quite highly of Xu Dongtai's strength."

On the bus, standing amid the crowded passengers and gripping the handrail tightly, Chen Feng's gaze shifted quietly.

He kept Coach Lu's suggestion in mind. It was a path he had already wanted to try.

After becoming proficient in Sanshou, further improvement would definitely become increasingly difficult. If he wanted to improve again within a short period of time, making time to practice another martial art was indeed a good choice.

If he could get started with it, not only would he gain another combat method, but it could also feed back into himself and improve his Four-Dimensional Attributes.

It could be said that Coach Lu's advice was sound.

"Still, there are only six days left. He really has quite a lot of confidence in me."

Chen Feng shook his head. He knew that his progress had probably been too fast, revealing his potential and drawing attention.

Otherwise, Coach Lu would not have specifically given him private guidance.

"Perhaps it's also a kind of test."

"He may want to see whether I had been deliberately hiding my abilities before, or whether I truly achieved sudden enlightenment overnight."

Pushing aside his distracting thoughts, Chen Feng had a rough understanding of the situation.

As the bus was about to pull into the stop, the sign for Yong Le Fu Supermarket appeared not far away by the street.

He stopped thinking about those matters and soon got off through the rear door, leaving the station platform.

Tap, tap!

His steps were steady. At 3:55, he arrived at the supermarket entrance, even a little early.