I'd Rather Die Than Do the National Ninth Radio Calisthenics Exercise

Wang Teng had come to Polar Star Martial Arts Academy to train.

But now, he was busy picking up attributes.

He felt like a junk collector, diligently picking up the things others had dropped.

Earlier, he had observed that the transparent bubbles on the ground had all been dropped by the academy's students during training.

There were many students training in the martial arts academy, so there were also many Attribute Bubbles dropping.

But one thing pained Wang Teng deeply.

The bubbles had a time limit. After a few minutes, they would disappear.

Just now, he had spaced out for a moment, and several bubbles had vanished. It hurt so much he felt as if he had lost several hundred million.

The students trained continuously, dropping a few Attribute Bubbles from time to time.

Wang Teng picked them up with great delight, his attributes shooting upward as if they cost nothing.

A Martial Apprentice Instructor saw him running around the Training Hall like a headless fly and, unable to stand it any longer, called out to stop him.

"Hey, hey, you there. You came to the martial arts academy but aren't training properly—what are you running around for?"

"Teacher, I just got here today. I'm watching how everyone trains. The ancients said that among every three people walking together, one must be able to teach me something. I'm learning properly from everyone first."

Wang Teng looked at the Martial Apprentice Instructor and grinned as he spouted nonsense.

"You just got here? Come over, then. I'll teach you the National Ninth Radio Calisthenics Exercise first. You don't know anything right now, so watching is pointless. Learn the basics first." The instructor said.

Thinking it over, Wang Teng felt that he had a point. This instructor was quite responsible.

He reluctantly glanced at the several Attribute Bubbles that had just dropped in the Training Hall, as if several hundred million were leaving him again.

"Teacher, what kind of exercise is the National Ninth Radio Calisthenics Exercise?" Wang Teng walked over and asked curiously.

"The National Ninth Radio Calisthenics Exercise is a scientific body-training method developed by the nation based on the Basic Body Tempering Method of the Star Martial Continent."

As the instructor spoke, he turned on the speakers.

"National Ninth Radio Calisthenics Exercise—Martial Youth, begin!"

Wang Teng froze from head to toe!

The music began. It was that familiar flavor, along with those familiar preparatory movements.

"Watch closely!"

The tall, brawny instructor was at least six feet tall, with terrifyingly defined muscles all over his body. His expression was solemn as he performed the preparatory movements.

Wang Teng was dumbfounded!

The instructor had already begun doing the radio calisthenics along with the music.

"First set, stretching exercise. One, two, three, four. Two, two, three, four..."

"Second set, chest expansion exercise. One, two, three, four. Two, two, three, four..."

"Third set, leg-kicking exercise. One, two, three, four. Two, two, three, four..."

Wang Teng stared blankly at him, while countless grass-mud horses galloped madly through his mind, impossible to stop.

Radio calisthenics, my ass!

Though he had also noticed that, while the names were still those same old names, the movements were far more complicated. Some of the difficult motions placed extremely high demands on the body.

It seemed... it really could temper the body?

But this music, this rhythm, this familiar feeling—it was truly too embarrassing!

"Well? Did you see everything clearly? If not, I'll demonstrate it for you again!"

The music stopped, and the instructor slowly drew his movements to a close, letting out a long breath. His body and forehead were covered in hot sweat. The National Ninth Radio Calisthenics Exercise was astonishingly effective.

"Teacher, I saw it clearly!" Wang Teng nodded quickly, terrified that he would really do another round.

Judging by the look of lingering satisfaction on his face, he would very likely do exactly what he said. He was not joking.

"Oh, looks like you have a good memory. Back then, I had to watch it three times before I remembered it." The instructor said with some disappointment.

What was with that disappointed look on your face?!

You got addicted to doing calisthenics or something?!

Wang Teng coaxed the instructor away as though sending off a plague god, letting him go torment the other students instead. They would be more than happy to oblige.

What National Ninth Radio Calisthenics Exercise? I, Wang Teng, would absolutely never practice it—not even if beaten to death!

In this life, he could only rely on picking up attributes to grow stronger!

While that instructor was not paying attention, Wang Teng continued his great attribute-picking endeavor.

Strength*2

Speed*1

Comprehension*0.2

...

Basic Fist Technique*5

...

Wang Teng was delighted. He had picked up plenty of Strength and Speed attributes. He had not tested them, so he did not know how strong he had become, but as he wandered around the Training Hall, he could clearly feel that he was much faster. If he was not careful, he would dart several meters away.

There were rather few Comprehension attributes, and each was only a fraction of a point. Several had to be added together to make up one whole point.

"If my Comprehension attribute increased, does that mean I became smarter? I don't feel anything, though?" Wang Teng thought.

Wait!

Basic Fist Technique*5?!

A bubble completely unlike the previous ones was absorbed by Wang Teng, and countless memories of practicing fists suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Basic Fist Technique—I know it just like that?" Wang Teng found it somewhat unbelievable.

At the Martial Apprentice stage, one did not possess Primal Force and could not cultivate Origin Power Combat Skills.

Thus, the nation had compiled and summarized many Basic Combat Skills, including footwork, fist techniques, sword techniques, saber techniques, and more.

Then they had promoted them so that everyone could cultivate them.

Wang Teng's eyes shone as he looked at the young man in his twenties not far ahead, who was practicing the Basic Fist Technique.

Although he had learned the Basic Fist Technique, he was clearly nowhere near Proficiency Level. He merely knew it, and was extremely rough at it—roughly equivalent to an ordinary person practicing for four or five days.

But if he picked up more Basic Fist Technique attributes, he should be able to raise his proficiency, right?

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The young man pounded heavily against the sandbag. The sandbag swayed from side to side, and every punch left a dent in it.

"Strong!"

"As expected, becoming a martial warrior is the way forward."

"Why isn't anything dropping yet... Huh, it dropped! It dropped again!"

Wang Teng was somewhat excited. He secretly crept up from behind, casually picked up the attributes, then slipped away.

Basic Fist Technique*7

Strength*5

"This young man has got the goods! He's really got the goods!" Wang Teng exclaimed.

His Basic Fist Technique had indeed become more proficient!

After waiting a while longer and seeing that the other party did not drop any more attributes, Wang Teng had no choice but to turn to other students. After all, he could not lose sight of one thing while attending to another.

Only children made choices.

Adults wanted it all!

I, Wang Teng, am an adult!

Basic Footwork*2

Around the edge of the Training Hall was a circular track, like a Training Field.

A fat man ran past on the track like a gust of wind, blowing Wang Teng's hair about.

A bubble dropped behind his butt.

His build had been confirmed—he was a nimble fat man!

"Huh? Basic Footwork!!"

Wang Teng picked up the attribute and was immediately shocked. Another Basic Combat Skill, and it was footwork at that. His luck was a little too good.

That fat man ran tirelessly, and bubbles dropped behind his butt one after another, as if a hen were laying eggs.

"So many!"

Wang Teng was shocked again. Upholding the principle of never wasting anything, he followed behind him, running while picking them up.

The Speed attributes he had just gained came into play, allowing Wang Teng to hang behind the fat man as he ran along rather happily.

Speed*1

Speed*1

Speed*1

Basic Footwork*3

Speed*1

...

"Ha... ha... ha... Why are you following behind me?" The fat man stopped, stuck out his tongue, and glared at Wang Teng as he asked.

"Who's following you? I'm practicing footwork. Don't flatter yourself." Wang Teng glared back.

"You..."

"You what?"

"Damn it, I'm not running anymore. Go run by yourself." The fat man was furious, yet helpless against Wang Teng.

"Don't! Run a couple more laps. I think you have great potential—don't give up so easily!" Wang Teng urged him to stay.

"..." The fat man.

This book has its first investor. How exactly does this investor thing work? To be honest, this old newbie really doesn't understand it. Can't keep up with the times anymore—slipping away, slipping away~