Two minutes later.
Fang Qingyu called a halt.
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Qi Hao grimaced and lowered his fists.
"Had you already reached the basics long ago, and were you just messing with me?"
"Do I look that bored?"
Fang Qingyu rolled his eyes.
It was purely because, during the battle just now, he had suddenly remembered that his breathing technique had gone from basic entry straight to Level 2. There was no way to explain that.
Otherwise, he had never been afraid to show his best.
But judging from the current situation, two minutes clearly wasn't the limit of a Level 2 breathing technique!
"How much strength did you use just now?"
"About eighty percent."
After fighting two bouts, Qi Hao had gradually accepted the fact that his good brother had taken off.
That was probably 176 kilograms.
Fang Qingyu nodded in satisfaction.
Although Qi Hao hadn't used his full strength, at least with Weakness Gaze available, Fang Qingyu still had some ability to fight above his level.
Without activating Bloodrage.
Even if he encountered someone stronger than himself, he could still fight.
"Fang Qingyu, come here."
At that moment, Coach Zheng called for him from nearby.
The moment Qi Hao saw Coach Lin, he immediately began gloating.
"Go suffer. I'm leaving first."
"Coach Lin, Coach Zheng."
Fang Qingyu wiped away his sweat and walked over.
"Coach Lin is setting aside time today to teach you Baji Quan. Study hard."
Coach Zheng spoke from the side with a serious expression.
"Okay. Thank you, Coach Lin."
Fang Qingyu understood what it meant for Coach Lin to teach him personally.
"Follow me."
Coach Lin led the way toward the edge of the training ground.
He wondered whether he would get to see how strong a martial artist really was today.
Even now, Fang Qingyu still had no idea how to unlock the red title.
But anyone could figure out with their butt that—
martial artists were absolutely far stronger than Martial Arts Apprentices!
He had to seize this opportunity.
Otherwise, he had no idea when he would next see Coach Lin.
"Zhao Feng taught you some basics, right?"
When they reached the wooden dummy area along the edge, Coach Lin asked.
"Yes. I've learned a few moves so far: Ding Xin Elbow, Tong Tian Palm, and Jiang Long Stance."
Fang Qingyu answered honestly.
"Mm. I'll demonstrate them once more. Watch carefully."
After saying that, Coach Lin ground his feet into a splayed stance. The soles of his old cloth shoes scraped against the floor with a harsh squeal.
He bent his right arm and raised his elbow to chest height, twisting his shoulder blade clockwise like a millstone. "Ding Xin Elbow isn't a collision. It's a grind."
Before his voice had even faded, his elbow tip had already driven into the steel-wrapped wooden dummy.
Duang—
The heavy wooden dummy swayed three times in place.
Fang Qingyu's pupils contracted when he saw it. The steel plate had actually been struck into a spiral-shaped depression.
"Next is Tong Tian Palm."
Coach Lin abruptly changed moves, sweeping his right palm diagonally upward from below.
Fang Qingyu instinctively raised his arm to block, but his forearm felt as though it had been seared by a red-hot iron bar.
"Jiang Long Stance!"
Just as Fang Qingyu was about to fall, Coach Lin slipped his left leg between Fang Qingyu's.
The seemingly simple positioning move made the meridians throughout Fang Qingyu's left leg go numb.
When Coach Lin sank his waist and sat his hips, Fang Qingyu felt as though he were being crushed beneath a thousand-kilogram gate.
But that punch ultimately did not come down.
"Do you understand now?"
Coach Lin released him and pointed at the fresh marks on the wooden dummy. "Ding Xin Elbow needs spiral penetrating force. Tong Tian Palm requires three layers of overlapping waves. Jiang Long Stance must completely lock down the opponent's lower-body foundation."
"A little."
Fang Qingyu rubbed his numb knee and nodded seriously.
"Try it on the dummy."
Seeing this, Coach Lin had Fang Qingyu step up.
Fang Qingyu first imitated Ding Xin Elbow.
But before he could begin, Coach Lin's hand blade chopped into his lower back. "Your waist and hips are disconnected!"
Then he pressed a finger into the gap between Fang Qingyu's shoulder blades. "Your force hasn't reached your elbow, but your elbow has already stiffened!"
Finally, he pressed down on the third vertebra of Fang Qingyu's neck. "Pay attention to lifting the dragon's head."
That was the feeling!
Watching the activation experience begin to jump, Fang Qingyu did not complain at all, even though every place Coach Lin corrected hurt terribly.
Moreover, after those three corrections, when he struck with his elbow again, he clearly felt the force pour through his entire spine and into the tip of his elbow.
The wooden dummy gave a muffled thud, and faint circular patterns finally appeared on the steel plate.
The Martial Seed talent also began to exert its power at that moment!
As a little more time passed,
Coach Lin also began to realize that something was wrong.
It was perfectly normal for an ordinary person not to learn a martial technique even after being taught more than a dozen times.
After all, martial techniques were achievements obtained through daily practice over a long period.
That was how the older generation had done it.
He didn't know how Fang Qingyu had trained before.
But judging solely from this one hour,
Fang Qingyu's learning speed was in no way inferior to the geniuses of the Elite Class.
In fact, he was even faster.
He really was a promising martial artist.
Coach Lin watched without saying anything else and simply began correcting him himself.
His strikes were even three parts heavier than Zhao Feng's.
His requirements were also much stricter.
This alone revealed the gap between his and Zhao Feng's attainments in Baji Quan.
Fang Qingyu had long since stopped caring about the pain in his body.
Instead, he grew even more excited!!
The activation experience for Baji Quan on the panel was skyrocketing!!
Baji Quan activation experience +2
Every jump started at a minimum of two points.
The Martial Seed talent constantly forced his body to maintain the correct posture according to Coach Lin's corrections.
The pain intensified again!!
Before long, Coach Lin raised his brows and stood to the side, watching in silence.
Until twelve o'clock.
The people in the training hall began leaving one after another. Qi Hao saw Coach Lin standing guard beside Fang Qingyu and did not dare go over to disturb them. He sent a message and left.
In the end, only some of the coaches remained in the training hall, gathering around.
"Team Leader Lin."
Qin Hui walked over to Coach Lin. Although he was relatively old, he still addressed him respectfully.
The others did the same.
"How is he? This kid should be pretty good, right?"
Qin Hui smiled as though he were showing off his own child.
Coach Lin silently nodded, then seemed to remember something and said, "You all go help clear the sewers too. The casualties are rather heavy."
"Okay."
Qin Hui immediately answered solemnly and left the gym with the other coaches.
Time slowly passed.
By now, both of Fang Qingyu's arms were covered in blood.
The same was true of the steel-wrapped wooden dummy in front of him.
One still, one moving, yet it looked like a fight to the death!
Fang Qingyu struck faster and faster, until his final Ding Xin Elbow ground into the wooden dummy.
Bang—
Congratulations, you have activated the profession Advancement Skill "Baji Quan"
"Haah, haah."
Fang Qingyu panted heavily and had not yet had time to look at the panel.
A chill spread across his arm first.
Coach Lin had approached at some point, holding the same kind of medicine bottle Zhao Feng had given him and applying medicine to his body.
Fang Qingyu was too exhausted to thank him, and slowly sank to the floor from fatigue.
Coach Lin was even quieter than Fang Qingyu had imagined.
He said nothing after finishing the medicine.
Not until Fang Qingyu had recovered a little strength.
"Thank you, Coach Lin."
Coach Lin waved his hand and asked calmly,
"Doesn't it hurt?"
Using nothing but his flesh to batter a steel-wrapped wooden dummy for more than two hours without stopping—
the torment was unquestionably beyond the human body's limits.
This wasn't a question of whether one could endure it.
When faced with that kind of pain, almost no one could choose to continue.
But Fang Qingyu was one of them.
And he even seemed to be enjoying it.
"I'm fine."
Fang Qingyu smiled.
No matter how painful it was, it could never compare to the pain brought by his Brain Condition over the past decade or more.
Coach Lin apparently didn't know how to encourage people either.
He simply raised his head in silence.
"Do you want to see a true martial artist?"
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