The first thing taught was a fighting stance. Teacher Xiong Ping spread his legs apart, drew them inward, and planted his feet firmly on the ground.
He stood rooted in place like a tree stump.
Then he straightened his body, clenched his fists, bent his arms at sixty-degree angles, one in front and one behind, protecting his head and neck.
This was the most basic fighting stance. It could be used to attack when advancing and defend when retreating.
Karate, kickboxing, and martial arts all had similar combat stances.
Teacher Xiong Ping told everyone not to move, then began walking around, checking whether each person's posture was correct.
If it was not, he would personally adjust it. While the teacher moved among them, Eichi also secretly observed the others.
In the class, most people had never learned before, and their stances were all wrong. Only a few could assume the correct posture.
For example, Da He, Miko, the girl with glasses, and two other classmates.
One could tell from their stances that they had trained for quite some time.
In fact, just from the way someone assumed a stance, one could tell whether they had any foundation.
When he came to Eichi's side, he took a look and nodded. His stance was very standard.
He immediately moved on. A single stance could only show whether someone had a foundation; more would have to be judged from other movements.
After making a round, Xiong Ping had a clear idea of the situation. This group was not bad. There were six students with foundations, while the rest would have to be observed later.
Then he had everyone rest briefly before assuming the stance again.
This was to build muscle memory, and boredom was unavoidable.
Although Eichi already had the basics, he still