The next day.
Sunlight streamed through the window.
Fang Qingyu sprang out of bed like a carp leaping over a gate.
With his physical condition bursting with energy every day, he never had any desire to sleep in.
He picked up his backpack and headed to the martial arts gym.
"Qingzi~!"
As soon as he arrived at the entrance, Qi Hao called out from the side.
"You're here so early?"
Fang Qingyu glanced at the time.
It was only half past seven.
"Ahem, I have some wonderful news to tell you."
Qi Hao pulled Fang Qingyu over and sat him down on a nearby chair.
"You're pregnant?"
Fang Qingyu suspiciously looked at his stomach.
"?"
"Pregnant my ass!"
Qi Hao laughed and cursed at him, then quickly became serious again.
"I got into the Elite Class."
"That's great. Congratulations."
Fang Qingyu knew how long Qi Hao had been stuck in the Formal Class.
He remembered Qi Hao telling him back in his first year of high school that he was a Formal Disciple at a martial arts gym.
He had been stuck there for three years.
"Hehe, luck is something else. When it comes, nothing can stop it."
Qi Hao was extremely excited as well.
"You said before that getting into the Elite Class depends on talent. What kind of talent? Punching power or martial techniques?"
Fang Qingyu asked the question again.
He had not had time to ask Coach Lin yesterday.
"Uh..."
Qi Hao hesitated.
"I can't really say. Anyway, you'll know once your punching power reaches 300 kilograms."
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"Your punching power is 300 kilograms?!"
Fang Qingyu looked astonished.
"Ahem."
"I was worried about hurting your confidence before."
Qi Hao looked embarrassed, but soon wore a resentful expression.
Ever since Fang Qingyu had joined the Formal Class, the one suffering blows every day had actually been Qi Hao himself.
"You..."
Seeing this, Fang Qingyu could only smile wryly.
Even if Qi Hao had revealed that his punching power was 300 kilograms, Fang Qingyu would not have felt discouraged. Instead, he would have been even more motivated.
Qi Hao probably had not expected that Fang Qingyu would also improve so rapidly after joining the Formal Class.
"So are you going to take classes somewhere else now?"
As he spoke, Fang Qingyu pointed at the car beside them.
"Yeah. I came here today specifically to tell you." Qi Hao grinned smugly.
"Heh."
The corner of Fang Qingyu's mouth twitched.
"How about we delete each other on Feixin? From now on, whenever you have something to say, come tell me face-to-face."
"No, no, no."
Qi Hao immediately begged for mercy.
"Actually, I came to tell you that all the answers to the questions you asked me back in high school can be found in the Elite Class."
"So you absolutely have to get into the Elite Class."
With that, Qi Hao did not give Fang Qingyu time to react. He got up and ran off in a flash.
Only Fang Qingyu remained, sitting dazedly in the chair.
The memories in his mind rapidly rewound.
Although his Brain Condition had been cured, he really could not recall all the things he had asked in high school at once.
After a long while.
Fang Qingyu finally muttered two words.
"The supernatural?"
Ever since transmigrating.
Fang Qingyu had of course wondered what kind of world this was.
Whether supernatural phenomena such as immortal cultivation and supernatural abilities existed.
He had found no answers online.
Among the people he knew, Qi Hao also came from the wealthiest family.
So Fang Qingyu had asked him about it as a joke.
At the time, Qi Hao's answer had been—
He did not know. If he discovered anything in the future, he would come tell him.
But now.
Qi Hao clearly had an answer.
And it was right there in the Elite Class.
"Phew."
Fang Qingyu stood up and let out a long breath.
In fact, after witnessing Coach Lin's power yesterday, the answer had already taken shape.
So after hearing Qi Hao's words.
Fang Qingyu accepted them very quickly.
There were no complicated emotions. Instead, he felt as if the clouds had parted and he was seeing the clear sky.
The Elite Class.
He was determined to get in!
He got up and walked into the martial arts gym.
The students began arriving for class one after another.
Coach Zheng stood in the Formal Class area. The moment Fang Qingyu entered, she could not help turning her gaze toward him and studying him repeatedly.
"You've reached the entry level in Baji Quan?"
"Yes, Coach Zheng."
Fang Qingyu nodded.
When Coach Zheng heard Fang Qingyu admit it himself, even her usually stern face could not help twitching slightly.
There were seventy or eighty people in the Formal Class, and fewer than half of them had reached the entry level in martial techniques.
Some had been studying for several months, or even a year.
That was all normal.
What was abnormal was reaching the entry level in martial techniques in just two days.
But remembering what Team Leader Lin had said, Coach Zheng did not ask any more questions. Instead, she pointed at the weapons rack nearby and asked,
"What weapon do you want to learn?"
"..."
Fang Qingyu did not answer immediately. He turned his head and looked at the wide variety of weapons.
He actually had several preferences in mind.
The spear, saber, and sword were the most common choices.
But a spear was obviously inconvenient to carry in modern society.
As for a sword, it did not seem to suit his style very well.
Thinking of this, Fang Qingyu made up his mind.
"I'll go with the saber."
"A saber is good. It suits your style very well."
Coach Zheng nodded in agreement, then walked over to the rack dedicated to sabers.
"However, there are many kinds of sabers. What kind do you want to learn?"
"Uh..."
This stumped Fang Qingyu.
He only felt that a saber suited him better, but he knew nothing about the different types.
Seeing this, Coach Zheng smiled and drew out a saber.
"How about a Hengdao?"
"The blade is 70 to 110 centimeters long. It performs excellently even in street battles. Compared with other, longer sabers, it's also more flexible and convenient, and it suits your broad, forceful style very well."
"That works."
Fang Qingyu naturally had no objections.
Coach Zheng's advice had suited him very well so far.
Baji Quan was one example.
"Good. But learning the saber is the same as learning boxing. Before formally practicing martial techniques, you need to practice the saber's basic movements."
As she spoke, Coach Zheng drew another unsharpened Hengdao.
"I'll demonstrate it once first."
Fang Qingyu took the saber and retreated to the side, feeling the same freshness he had experienced when he first began practicing boxing.
"The basics of the Hengdao consist of thirteen forms."
"They are the Wrap-Around Head, Cleaving Saber, Wiping Saber, Intercepting Saber, Chopping Saber, Cloud Saber..."
Coach Zheng began demonstrating in the training area with the Hengdao. Wherever the blade flashed, it sent a sharp sensation toward Fang Qingyu, who stood several meters away.
"How was that?"
After completing the thirteen forms.
Coach Zheng flourished the saber and sheathed it, then looked toward Fang Qingyu.
"Would you like me to demonstrate it for you?"
Fang Qingyu held the saber and asked.
"Go ahead."
Coach Zheng stepped aside and gave the space to Fang Qingyu.
This saber technique seemed rather difficult.
Fang Qingyu had observed it just now with Dragon Hibernation Breath activated, but no activation information regarding basic saber techniques had appeared.
Therefore, he could only practice it once himself and let Coach Zheng see where the problem lay.
First form, Wrap-Around Head: the saber tip pointed downward, and the spine of the blade traveled along the back from the left shoulder to the right shoulder, using the spine to generate force.
Second form, Enveloping Head: the principle of exerting force was opposite to that of the Wrap-Around Head form.
Cleaving Saber: the upright saber cleaved straight down from above the head, with the arm and blade forming a straight line, and force running through the middle section of the edge.
"Wrong."
Fang Qingyu had only just reached the third form when Coach Zheng suddenly walked over from the side.
"You're being too rigid. Basic saber techniques are meant to let you draw your saber from every angle and in every situation, not make you perform each move mechanically."
"Start again from the first form!"
Coach Zheng became serious, and her tone unconsciously grew somewhat stern.
As she spoke, she began correcting Fang Qingyu's mistakes from the beginning.
Before long, a new entry appeared on the diagram.
Basic class skill "Thirteen Horizontal Blade Forms" is activating (1/100)
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