Dragon Flag, Handstand Push-up

After finishing his security work for the day, Fang Qingyu exited through the back door.

The back alley was clear this time.

He rode his electric scooter home, taking the opportunity to check his security guard profession panel.

[Profession: Security Guard Lv.1 (67/100)]
[Profession Basic Skill: Alertness Lv.2 (28/200)]

The progress was still a bit slow.

Fang Qingyu sighed as he looked at it.

It was too safe.

Almost no one dared to cause trouble at the Night Beguiler Bar.

Even if Fang Qingyu wanted to earn merit and gain experience, he didn't have the opportunity.

He hoped things would be better at that fighting gym.

He arrived home.

Fang Qingyu hadn't taken any shortcuts for several days.

He would get home a little later.

Without any further ado, the only thing left for the current fitness enthusiast to max out was push-ups.

Fang Qingyu changed into a tank top and shorts and began doing push-ups frantically.

[Your Profession "Fitness Enthusiast" EXP +1] [Your Profession Basic Skill "Push-ups" EXP +1] [.]

An hour later, Fang Qingyu only stopped when the message for his push-ups leveling up appeared.

[Congratulations! Your Profession Basic Skill "Push-ups" has reached Lv.2 (Max). Reward: 1 Attribute Point.]

With this, all three skills for Fitness Enthusiast were max level.

"I need to find new skills,"

Fang Qingyu muttered, and started searching online for other bodyweight exercises.

If none of those worked, he would buy equipment.

After trying a full set.

Simple exercises like handstand against the wall, crunches, and planks were no good.

"Hoo."

Fang Qingyu couldn't help but rest his legs on the ground.

But the Dragon Flag was possible!

And the Handstand Push-up was also possible.

However, with these two exercises and his current physical condition, it would be difficult to hold them for long.

Fang Qingyu could already imagine how driven mad he would be by these two exercises for the next period.

The next day.

Fang Qingyu woke up on time and headed to the Martial Hall as usual.

He was a little excited about today's practical combat training and the effects of Lv.2 Hidden Dragon Stance and Lv.2 Basic Fist Technique.

"Practice first, I'll teach you combat later."

Instructor Qin, who didn't know what he did last night, kept yawning.

"Okay."

Fang Qingyu nodded in agreement.

"Martial Seed, activate!"

The next second, his fist, wrapped in worn hand-wrapping cloth, hit the punching dummy, his heels seemingly welded to the wooden floor.

"Bang!!"

His left jab cut through the hazy air, the third knuckle of his fist making first contact with the dummy.

This strike was like a firecracker igniting a fuse; his entire right arm suddenly erupted with dense vibrations, the contraction wave of his biceps transmitting to his trapezius, and then, the moment his foot planted on the ground, it was pushed back to his knuckles by the recoil.

"Bang!"

His right hook drew a clean arc, and Fang Qingyu finally understood the change brought by Lv.2 Basic Fist Technique.

The muscle groups that should have been scattered by the recoil now held the kinetic energy like a taut fishing net, transferring two-tenths of the force to the following swing.

It was like opening an underground channel within his body, allowing the surging blood and qi to rush along the newly dug riverbed.

Since that was the case, there was nothing to hold him back.

Fang Qingyu went all out!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!!"

The sound of his punches, like exploding bombs, caused the other apprentices training nearby to involuntarily look over.

They saw Fang Qingyu putting his full strength into every punch.

He was like a machine that never tired.

"Whoa, he's that intense?"

They were all training together, and Fang Qingyu had actually been practicing for the shortest amount of time among them.

How could there be such a huge difference after only a day or two?

It wasn't just them who couldn't figure it out.

Instructor Qin unconsciously touched his receding hairline with his right hand.

He had realized something.

This kid, Fang Qingyu, surprised him every day.

His foundation was already so good that he didn't need to teach him the stances or fist techniques anymore.

As long as he built up his physical foundation, he could enter the formal class at any time.

"Keep practicing, don't worry about others."

Seeing the situation with the other apprentices, Instructor Qin stepped forward and reprimanded them.

"Is this a new recruit?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a female voice suddenly came from behind him.

Instructor Qin turned around and nodded.

"Yes, he's a young man with quite a bit of talent. He's only been here for less than 10 days."

Fang Qingyu's punching had not only attracted the attention of the regular apprentices, but even Coach Zheng, who was in the formal class further away, had noticed.

"His stance and fist techniques are very standard. Why isn't he in the formal class yet?"

Coach Zheng watched for a while, then suddenly frowned and asked.

Instructor Qin shook his head helplessly. "His punching power is only 81KG. His foundation is a bit weak."

"That's a shame. If his foundation had been honed since childhood, he might have been another promising martial practitioner."

Coach Zheng, who had been somewhat interested, immediately lost her enthusiasm.

After a brief exchange, she left.

Only Instructor Qin remained, watching Fang Qingyu train.

Actually, he had wanted to argue back just now, because Fang Qingyu was truly a bit uncanny.

From having no hope at all, to a 10% chance, then a 30% chance, and now after watching him today, there was a high probability he would enter the elite class.

He always felt that Fang Qingyu might just create a miracle.

Time quietly ticked by until 12 o'clock.

The apprentices gradually left.

Fang Qingyu also stopped a little earlier than yesterday.

He vaguely understood why Instructor Qin always said his foundation was weak.

The more standard the stance and fist techniques were, the better the effect of strengthening the body.

But at the same time, it also placed a considerable burden on the body.

His current physique was not enough to support even higher intensity training.

However...

The gains were still much better than before.

[Profession: Martial Arts Apprentice Lv.1 (68/100)]
[Talent: Martial Seed (★)]
[Profession Basic Skill 1: Hidden Dragon Stance Lv.2 (21/200)]
[Profession Basic Skill 2: Basic Fist Technique Lv.2 (85/200)]

First, the experience for his Martial Arts Apprentice profession had surged by 15 points, which was almost three times faster than before.

The skill experience growth rate had also increased significantly compared to before.

And there were changes to his basic information panel.

[Strength: 9.5 → 9.9]
[Speed: 9.6 → 9.7]
[Physique: 10.5 → 10.8]

[Willpower: 10.8→10.9]

Practicing the Level 2 Stance Technique for one day brought Fang Qingyu a total of 0.9 attribute points!

Excluding willpower, that's 0.8 attribute points.

This terrifying increase, not counting attribute points, was the first time since he obtained the lineage diagram.

This kind of step-by-step improvement was also quite intoxicating!

"Eat up. After you finish, we'll test your punching power."

Instructor Qin promptly handed him a meal box.

"Thank you, Instructor Qin."

After seeing his gains, Fang Qingyu was starving. He thanked Instructor Qin and began to devour his meal.

"Alright, Instructor Qin."

"Hit it!"

Instructor Qin stared intently at the screen, not even turning his head.

Bang—

A number slowly appeared on the screen.

90KG

"Tsk."

Instructor Qin looked at the number with mixed emotions.

"What's wrong, Instructor Qin? Isn't this pretty good?"

Fang Qingyu heard his voice and felt a bit curious.

Logically, his progress should be a good thing.

"Why didn't you come to the Martial Hall sooner?"

Instructor Qin turned his head, his eyes red, and looked at Fang Qingyu.

"Uh..."

"I wanted to, but I didn't have the money."

Fang Qingyu couldn't help but laugh and cry.

"Sigh, never mind."

Instructor Qin rubbed his face, recomposed himself, and walked to the center of the training area.

"There's nothing more I can teach you about your Stance Technique. Now, as long as your physical fitness meets the standard, you can enter the Formal Class at any time."

"So from now on, after class every day at 12 o'clock, I'll help you build a foundation in practical combat."

"It might be very tough. Can you accept that?"

Fang Qingyu heard these familiar words; Instructor Qin had asked him this once before.

And this time, his answer was the same as before.

Fang Qingyu sincerely bowed to Instructor Qin.

"Thank you, Instructor Qin, I can accept it!!"