Baji Quan Fundamentals!

Two minutes later.

Fang Qingyu called a halt to the sparring.

"..."

Qi Hao lowered his fists, his face contorted in a grimace.

"Did you already master the basics? Were you just messing with me?"

"Am I that idle?"

Fang Qingyu rolled his eyes.

It was purely because, during the recent fight, he'd suddenly remembered that his breathing technique had gone from beginner to level 2 in one go, which was impossible to explain.

Otherwise, he'd never shy away from showing his best side.

But as it stood, two minutes wasn't the limit for the level 2 breathing technique!

"How much strength did you use just now?"

"About 80%."

After two rounds, Qi Hao had slowly accepted the fact that his good buddy was taking off.

That was probably 176KG.

Fang Qingyu nodded with satisfaction.

Although Qi Hao hadn't gone all out, at least with the current existence of the Weakness Gaze skill, he still had some ability to fight opponents above his level.

Without activating Blood Burst.

Even if he encountered someone stronger than him, he could still put up a fight.

"Fang Qingyu, come here."

At that moment, Instructor Zheng called him over from not far away.

Seeing Coach Lin, Qi Hao immediately looked gleeful.

"You go suffer, I'm outta here."

"Coach Lin, Instructor Zheng."

Fang Qingyu wiped the sweat from his brow and walked over.

"Today Coach Lin will dedicate some time to teaching you Baji Quan. You must learn it well."

Instructor Zheng said with a serious expression on the side.

"Okay, thank you, Coach Lin."

Fang Qingyu understood the significance of Coach Lin personally teaching him.

"Follow me."

Coach Lin led the way towards the edge of the training area.

He wondered if he would get to witness just how strong a Martial Practitioner truly was today.

To this day, Fang Qingyu still didn't know how to unlock the red title.

But he knew with certainty.

A [Martial Practitioner] was definitely much stronger than a [Martial Arts Apprentice]!

He had to seize this opportunity.

Otherwise, he didn't know when he would see Coach Lin again.

"Instructor Zhao taught you some basics, right?"

When they arrived at the wooden dummy area on the edge, Coach Lin asked.

"Yes, I've learned a few moves so far, specifically Ding Xin Elbow, Tong Tian Palm, and Jiang Long Stance."

Fang Qingyu answered truthfully.

"Hmm, I'll demonstrate them for you again. Watch carefully."

Coach Lin finished speaking, planting his feet into an 'eight' stance, the soles of his old cloth shoes making a scraping sound against the floor.

His right arm bent at the elbow, raised to chest height, his shoulder blade rotating clockwise like a millstone: "Ding Xin Elbow isn't a strike, it's a grind."

Before his words could even fall, the tip of his elbow had already struck the steel-reinforced wooden dummy.

Duang—

The heavy wooden dummy swayed three times in place.

Fang Qingyu's pupils contracted sharply as he watched. The steel plate on the dummy had been indented in a spiral pattern.

"Next is Tong Tian Palm."

Coach Lin suddenly changed his move, his right palm sweeping upwards diagonally from below.

Fang Qingyu instinctively raised his arm to block, but he felt as if his forearm had been seared by a red-hot iron bar.

"Jiang Long Stance!"

Just as Fang Qingyu was about to fall, Coach Lin stepped his left leg between Fang Qingyu's legs.

This seemingly simple blocking maneuver caused Fang Qingyu's entire left leg to go numb.

As Coach Lin sank his waist and sat his hips, Fang Qingyu felt as if he were being crushed by a thousand-pound gate.

However, the punch ultimately didn't land.

"Did you understand?"

Coach Lin released his hold and pointed to the fresh marks on the wooden dummy. "Ding Xin Elbow needs to generate spiraling penetrating force, Tong Tian Palm requires practicing triple overlapping waves, and Jiang Long Stance must lock down the opponent's lower body foundation."

"A little bit."

Fang Qingyu rubbed his numb thigh and nodded seriously.

"You try the dummy."

Seeing this, Coach Lin motioned for Fang Qingyu to go ahead.

Fang Qingyu first imitated Ding Xin Elbow.

But before he could even begin, Coach Lin's hand-blade struck his lower back: "Waist and hips are disconnected!"

He then pointed to the gap between Fang Qingyu's shoulder blades: "Force is stiff before it reaches the elbow!"

Finally, he pressed down on the third vertebra of his neck: "Pay attention to the dragon raising its head."

This is the feeling!!

Fang Qingyu watched as the activated experience in front of him began to flicker.

He had no complaints, even though the corrections Coach Lin made were quite painful.

And after the three corrections, when he struck with his elbow again, he could clearly feel the power surging through his entire spine into the tip of his elbow.

The wooden dummy let out a muffled thud, and faint circular patterns finally appeared on the steel plate.

The Martial Seed talent also began to slowly exert its influence at this moment!

After a little while, Coach Lin also started to notice something was off.

It was normal for someone to not grasp a Martial Method after a dozen or so teachings.

After all, Martial Methods were achievements gained through accumulation and practice over time.

It was the same for the older generations.

He didn't know how Fang Qingyu had practiced before.

But just looking at this past hour.

Fang Qingyu's learning speed was on par with the geniuses in the Elite Class.

It was even faster.

He really was a promising Martial Practitioner.

Coach Lin watched, said nothing more, and directly stepped in.

The force he used was even greater than Zhao Feng's by three parts.

And his requirements were even stricter.

Just this alone showed the gap in their attainments in Baji Quan.

Fang Qingyu, however, no longer cared about the pain in his body.

He was even more excited!!

The activated experience for Baji Quan on his panel was soaring!!

[Baji Quan Activated Experience +2]

Each flicker was at least 2 points.

The Martial Seed talent continuously forced his posture to remain correct in accordance with Coach Lin's corrections.

The pain intensified once more!!

After a short while, Coach Lin raised his eyebrows and stood to the side, watching quietly.

It wasn't until 12 o'clock.

People began to leave the venue one after another. Qi Hao saw Coach Lin guarding Fang Qingyu and didn't dare to disturb them, so he sent a message and left.

In the end, only some coaches gathered around the venue.

"Captain Lin."

Qin Hui walked up to Coach Lin. Although he was older, he addressed him with respect.

The others did the same.

"How is it? This kid should be pretty good, right?"

Qin Hui smiled, as if showing off his own child.

Coach Lin nodded silently, then remembered something and said, "You guys go help clean the sewers too. They suffered quite a few casualties."

"Okay."

Qin Hui immediately replied seriously and left the Martial Hall with the other coaches.

Time slowly passed.

Fang Qingyu's arms were already covered in blood.

The wooden dummy in front of him, wrapped in a layer of steel on the outside, was also covered in blood.

One still, one moving, they looked like they were locked in a deathmatch!

Fang Qingyu fought faster and faster, until the final Ding Xin Elbow was slammed onto the wooden post.

Bang—

[Congratulations on activating the professional advancement skill "Baji Quan".]

"Hoo hoo."

Fang Qingyu gasped for breath, not even having time to look at the status panel.

A cool sensation spread across his arms first.

Coach Lin had appeared beside him at some point, holding the same type of medicine bottle Zhao Feng had given him, and was applying it to Fang Qingyu.

Fang Qingyu didn't have the strength to thank him, and slowly sat down on the ground from exhaustion.

Coach Lin was even more taciturn than Fang Qingyu had imagined.

After finishing applying the medicine, he said nothing more.

It wasn't until Fang Qingyu recovered a bit of strength.

"Thank you, Coach Lin."

Coach Lin waved his hand and asked calmly.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

To use his bare body to forcefully strike a wooden dummy wrapped in steel, for over two hours without stopping.

The torment of that pain was definitely far beyond the limits of the human body.

This wasn't a matter of whether one could endure it.

It was that when faced with such pain, almost no one could choose to continue.

But Fang Qingyu was one of them.

And he seemed to even enjoy it.

"It's okay."

Fang Qingyu smiled.

No matter how much it hurt, it couldn't compare to the pain caused by his brain condition over the past decade.

Coach Lin didn't seem to know how to encourage people.

He just looked up silently.

"Do you want to see what a true Martial Practitioner is like?"