After finishing his security work for the day, Fang Qingyu came out through the back door.
No one was blocking his way in the back alley this time.
He got on his electric scooter and headed home, glancing at the Security Guard Job Panel along the way.
Job: Security Guard Lv.1 (67/100) Job Basic Skill: Alertness Lv.2 (28/200)
The progress was still a little slow.
Fang Qingyu looked at it and sighed softly.
It was still too safe.
Almost no one dared cause trouble at the Night Beguiler Bar.
Even if Fang Qingyu wanted to earn merit and raise his experience, he had no opportunity to do so.
Hopefully, things would be better once he was transferred to that Combat Arena or whatever it was.
He returned home.
Fang Qingyu had not taken the shortcut for several days.
That made him get home a little later.
Without wasting any time, the Fitness Enthusiast had only one Push-up left to max out.
Fang Qingyu changed into a tank top and short shorts, then began doing Push-ups like crazy.
Your job "Fitness Enthusiast" experience +1
Your job basic skill "Push-ups" experience +1
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An hour later, Fang Qingyu finally stopped when the Push-ups upgrade notification appeared.
Congratulations! Your job basic skill "Push-ups" has reached Lv.2 (Max). One Attribute Point awarded.
At this point, all three skills of the Fitness Enthusiast had reached max level.
"I need to find some new skills."
Fang Qingyu muttered to himself and first began searching online for other bodyweight exercises.
If none of them worked, he would buy some equipment.
He tried an entire set.
Simple exercises like wall-supported handstands, crunches, and planks did not work.
"Phew."
Fang Qingyu could not help lowering his legs to the floor.
But the Dragon Flag worked!
There was also the Handstand Push-up, which worked as well.
However, with his current physical condition, he could not hold either movement for long.
Fang Qingyu could already imagine how these two exercises would drive him crazy over the next stretch of time.
The next day.
Fang Qingyu woke up on time and headed to the martial arts school as usual.
He was looking forward to today's practical combat lesson, as well as the effects of Level 2 Hidden Dragon Stance and Level 2 Basic Fist Technique.
"Practice first. I'll teach you practical combat later."
Instructor Qin did not know what he had done the previous night, but he kept yawning.
"All right."
Fang Qingyu nodded.
"Martial Seed, activate!"
The next second, his fist, wrapped in worn-thin hand wraps, slammed into the striking post, while his heels seemed welded to the wooden floor.
"Bang!!"
His left jab tore through the murky air, the third knuckle of his fist striking the post first.
The attack was like a firecracker with its fuse lit. His entire right arm suddenly erupted with dense vibrations. The contraction wave of his biceps traveled along his trapezius muscle to his lumbar spine, then was driven back into his finger joints by the reaction force the instant his foot struck the ground.
"Bang!"
His right hook carved out a clean arc, and Fang Qingyu finally understood the change brought by Level 2 Basic Fist Technique.
The muscle groups that should have been scattered by the reaction force now acted like a taut fishing net, catching the kinetic energy and transferring twenty percent of the force into the following swing.
It was as if a hidden canal had been carved inside his body, allowing his surging Blood Qi to rush along the newly dug riverway.
Since that was the case, he had nothing left to hold back.
Fang Qingyu went all out!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!!"
The explosive sounds of his punches drew the attention of the surrounding trainees, who were practicing nearby.
Every one of Fang Qingyu's punches seemed to be thrown with all his strength.
He was like a machine that never grew tired.
"Damn, is he really that fierce?"
Everyone trained together, and Fang Qingyu had even been practicing for the shortest time among them.
How had the difference become so huge after only a day or two?
They were not the only ones who could not figure it out.
Instructor Qin unconsciously reached up and touched his bald crown again.
He had figured it out.
This kid, Fang Qingyu, could surprise people every single day.
With a foundation like this, he no longer needed Instructor Qin to teach him Stance Training Fist Technique.
As long as he built up his physical foundation, he could enter the Formal Class at any time.
"Focus on your own training. Stop worrying about other people."
Seeing everyone else's reaction, Instructor Qin stepped forward and barked at them.
"Is he new?"
Just after he finished speaking, a woman's voice suddenly came from behind him.
Instructor Qin turned around and nodded.
"Yeah. He's a talented young man. He's been here for less than ten days."
The sound of Fang Qingyu's punches had attracted attention beyond the ordinary trainees. Even Coach Zheng, a Formal Disciple practicing in the distance, had noticed it.
"His Stance Training Fist Technique is very precise. Why hasn't he joined the Formal Class yet?"
Coach Zheng stood to the side and watched for a while before suddenly asking with a frown.
Instructor Qin shook his head helplessly. "His punching strength is only 81 kilograms. His foundation is a little weak."
"That is a pity. If he had tempered his foundation from a young age, he might have become another promising martial artist."
Coach Zheng, who had been somewhat interested, immediately lost enthusiasm.
After exchanging a few simple words, she left.
Only Instructor Qin remained, watching Fang Qingyu practice his punches.
In truth, he had really wanted to argue just now, because there was something strange about Fang Qingyu.
He had gone from having no hope, to having a ten percent chance, then a thirty percent chance. After watching him today, Fang Qingyu would most likely enter the Elite Class.
Instructor Qin could not help feeling that Fang Qingyu might actually create a miracle.
Time quietly reached noon.
The trainees gradually left.
Fang Qingyu also stopped a little earlier than he had yesterday.
He vaguely understood why Instructor Qin kept saying that his foundation was weak.
The more precise the Stance Training Fist Technique, the better its effect at Strengthening Body and Health.
At the same time, however, it placed an enormous burden on the body.
His current physique was not enough to support higher-intensity training.
However—
The gains were still far greater than before.
Job: Martial Arts Apprentice Lv.1 (68/100) Talent: Martial Seed (★) Job Basic Skill 1: Hidden Dragon Stance Lv.2 (21/200) Job Basic Skill 2: Basic Fist Technique Lv.2 (85/200)
First was his Martial Arts Apprentice job experience, which had shot up by fifteen points—nearly three times faster than before.
His skill experience was also increasing much faster than before.
There were changes to the basic information panel as well.
Strength: 9.5 → 9.9 Speed: 9.6 → 9.7 Physique: 10.5 → 10.8 Willpower: 10.8 → 10.9
After practicing Level 2 Stance Training Fist Technique for one day, Fang Qingyu had gained a total of 0.9 Attribute Points!
Even without counting Willpower, he had gained 0.8 Attribute Points.
Apart from Attribute Points, such a terrifying increase was something he had not experienced since obtaining the Genealogy Chart.
This kind of steady, step-by-step improvement was intoxicating in its own way!
"Eat up. After you're done, go test your punching strength."
Instructor Qin promptly handed him a meal box.
"Thank you, Instructor Qin."
After seeing his gains, Fang Qingyu was starving. He thanked him and immediately began wolfing down his food.
"All right, Instructor Qin."
"Hit it!"
Instructor Qin stared fixedly at the screen without turning his head.
Bang—
A number slowly appeared on the screen.
90 KG
"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 looked over curiously.
By rights, his improvement should have been a good thing.
"Why didn't you come to the martial arts school earlier?"
Instructor Qin turned around and looked at Fang Qingyu with reddened eyes.
"Uh..."
"I wanted to, but I didn't have any money."
Fang Qingyu could only laugh helplessly.
"Forget it."
Instructor Qin rubbed his face, composed himself, and walked to the center of the training area.
"There's nothing more I can teach you about Stance Training Fist Technique. Now, as soon as your physical condition meets the requirements, you can enter the Formal Class at any time."
"So from now on, after class ends at noon each day, I'll help you lay the groundwork for practical combat in advance."
"It may be very difficult. Can you handle it?"
Hearing those familiar words, Fang Qingyu remembered that Instructor Qin had asked him the same question once before.
And his answer this time was the same as before.
Fang Qingyu sincerely bowed deeply to Instructor Qin.
"Thank you, Instructor Qin. I can handle it!!"
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