"Sanshou combat, footwork, punching techniques, kicking techniques, and throwing techniques—none can be neglected!"
"Don't focus only on throwing punches. You need to combine them with lower-body footwork!"
During the Sanshou class, Coach Lu appeared again and, as usual, began instructing everyone.
"I mentioned footwork before: Step-in, striking steps, and cross-steps."
"Now I'll demonstrate each of them again. Watch carefully."
As he spoke, Coach Lu lowered his center of gravity, sank his waist into a horse stance, bent his knees, and executed a Step-in Straight Punch.
His fist blasted out with a sharp howl. Though it did not strike a sandbag, it still made everyone's hearts tremble.
He then broke down several movements and patiently explained the key points he had taught before.
Finally, as he watched everyone continue practicing Sanshou, he stood silently where he was and once again observed their progress.
"Zheng Qiang? He's hopelessly stupid. Looks like I explained it for nothing."
"Yu Shan. What a pity—his physical talent is a little worse than Xu Dongtai's."
"What did that kid Lin Hao even sign up for? His improvement is practically negligible."
Shaking his head, Coach Lu had long grown accustomed to most people's mediocrity.
After all, most of those present were merely ordinary enthusiasts, not even at the amateur level. He was not surprised by this.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, his gaze shifted, and he saw a figure not far from Lin Hao.
Buzz!
A punch shot out, the right arm perfectly straight and the movement incomparably standard.
It even produced a faint sound of air splitting?
Coach Lu's eyes shifted as he continued watching.
Sweat flew from the figure, whose punches were powerful and center of gravity steady.
Splitting Punch, Swing Punch, Whip Fist, Step-in, circling steps. Every movement was extremely practiced, flowing smoothly into the next.
It was as if he were about to become proficient in Sanshou.
"How did this kid improve so much?"
Raising an eyebrow, Coach Lu watched Chen Feng's back and pondered in secret.
But Chen Feng was unaware of the outside world's attention. He simply practiced in silence, throwing punch after punch.
Buzz!
He stepped sideways, then followed with a cross-step forward and threw another Straight Punch.
Progress +1! Sanshou: Beginner (69%)
Only after the panel prompt appeared did Chen Feng stop moving and catch his breath.
Huff! Huff!
Sweat slid down his face, and the shirt over his chest was soaked through, clinging tightly to his muscles.
"Sure enough, relying on talent alone, I'm beyond saving."
Shaking his head inwardly, Chen Feng walked to the side, unscrewed his gray sports bottle, and took several huge gulps.
Two hours had earned him only one point of progress. He had already stopped hoping for anything from his talent.
Even so.
He still had no intention of giving up his training.
Perhaps the improvement was small, but it allowed him to adapt to his body better.
After all, his recent improvements had indeed come a little too quickly.
Clap! Clap!
Soon, just as the thought crossed his mind, the class ended once more.
Coach Lu withdrew his gaze from Chen Feng in the distance, clapped his hands, and delivered his usual closing line.
"That's all for today."
"Also."
After thinking for a moment, Coach Lu decided to remind everyone of something.
"The Martial Arts Hall plans to expand its Core Disciple recruitment soon. You're lucky to have caught this at a good time."
"After the training ends in a week, the Martial Arts Hall will send people to assess you. Our class has only one spot, so make the most of it."
His vigorous voice echoed in the ears of everyone present. Chen Feng could tell that most people looked delighted, clearly hearing the news for the first time.
As for the few people, such as Lin Hao and Xu Dongtai, their expressions remained calm. They had obviously known already.
"So, I wasn't wrong, was I?" Lin Hao said with a smile.
Chen Feng raised an eyebrow, growing even more curious about how the other man had learned of it.
"Don't Forget—if you ask, the answer is a secret."
Lin Hao gave a deliberately mysterious smile and soon headed to the Locker Room.
Chen Feng shook his head. Not long after, he went to shower and changed into clean clothes.
When he came out again, quite a few trainees, including Lin Hao, were already leaving one after another.
He did not linger either. He started walking and reached an open area on the second floor within a few minutes.
There were plenty of fitness machines here: barbells, bench presses, squat machines, and more.
Apart from those, there was an especially eye-catching Punch Force Tester placed at the very center.
Its rectangular body was entirely crimson, with flame-pattern designs winding across it.
There were not many people nearby at the moment, and Chen Feng did not intend to draw attention to himself. He quickened his pace and soon stood before the punching machine.
Huff!
He took a deep breath, his eyes bright.
His left foot planted firmly on the ground, and his right leg stepped back.
He exerted force through his waist and back, his five fingers Gripped Tightly.
Bang!
!!
His fist tore through the air and slammed into the red rubber.
A dull thud rang out, and a string of data quickly appeared on the electronic display.
70 kg!
The number reflected in his eyes, far exceeding Chen Feng's expectations.
"My improvement is actually this great?"
His eyes brightened as Chen Feng could not help lowering his gaze to his fist.
Although he was still inferior to Xu Dongtai, don't forget that Xu Dongtai had always possessed exceptional physical talent and was far sturdier than an ordinary person.
So at this moment, only two words could describe how he felt.
Satisfied!
"Home!"
His emotions surged. Chen Feng immediately turned and strode away, wanting only to get home sooner and continue searching for his treasure in the Dream World.
His figure disappeared as he gradually left the Martial Arts Hall.
During that time, several people came out of the Locker Room and walked over to the Punch Force Tester, intending to test their strength.
"Damn, Dong Ge, looks like someone just tested it."
"Seventy kilograms? That's pretty strong!"
Zhou Xin, whose face was covered in freckles, stood nearby and looked at the 70-kilogram strength reading on the screen. Surprise filled his face, while envy flashed and disappeared in his eyes.
Strength like that had already reached the level of Amateur Second Dan. Even in the training class, it counted as that of a minor expert.
Xu Dongtai narrowed his eyes as well, several figures flashing through his mind.
Zheng Qiang? Yu Shan?
Or perhaps an expert from another training class?
Shaking his head, he quickly suppressed those thoughts.
No matter who it was, the Core Disciple spot was destined to belong to him!
No one could take it away!
That day, at four in the afternoon.
Wanting to get home sooner, Chen Feng suddenly remembered that he was no longer unemployed.
With light steps, he quickly arrived at the Yong Le Fu supermarket near his residential complex and took over his shift on time.
"You're Xiaofeng, right?"
A middle-aged aunt with short gray-black hair stood at the checkout counter.
Though she wore a red employee vest and had some wrinkles on her face, her complexion was fairly rosy, and a thin gold necklace hung around her neck.
"You are...?"
Chen Feng was puzzled, because he had not seen her that morning.
"I'm He Xiuping. Just call me Aunt He."
She explained with a smile, and Chen Feng immediately understood that she was the other cashier who alternated shifts with him.
"I heard from Xiao Liu. Thank you for being willing to take the evening shift. Otherwise, I'd probably have had to change jobs again."
"Here, this is Auntie's supermarket shopping card. Use it however you like. If you get hungry at night, buy whatever you want."
Aunt He was more generous and gentle than Chen Feng had imagined. Her action left him stunned for a moment, and once he came back to himself, he hurriedly waved his hands in refusal.
"Don't be polite. I hardly use this shopping card every month anyway. It would just sit there otherwise."
"That's settled, Xiaofeng. I still need to pick up my grandson in a while, so I'll leave the register to you."
After saying that, Aunt He quickly changed out of her vest and left the supermarket at a brisk pace.
Looking through the glass windows outside, Chen Feng clearly saw it.
That seemingly ordinary woman actually drove away in a sedan worth several hundred thousand.
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