Thirteen Forms of Hengdao!

The next day.

Sunlight streamed through the window.

Fang Qingyu sprang out of bed with a powerful surge.

With his body feeling explosive every day, he never even considered lingering in bed.

He picked up his backpack and headed to the Martial Hall.

"Qingzi~!"

As soon as he reached the entrance, Qi Hao called out from the side.

"You're here so early?"

Fang Qingyu glanced at the time.

It was only 7:30 AM.

"Ahem, I have some big news to tell you."

Qi Hao pulled Fang Qingyu over to a nearby chair.

"Are you pregnant?"

Fang Qingyu looked suspiciously at his stomach.

"?"

"Pregnant, my ass!"

Qi Hao laughed and cursed when he saw Fang Qingyu's expression, then quickly turned serious again.

"I got into the Elite Class."

"That's great, congratulations."

Fang Qingyu knew how long he had been stuck in the Formal Class.

He remembered hearing Qi Hao mention back in their first year of high school that he was a formal disciple at a martial hall.

He had been stuck there for three years.

"Heh heh, when luck comes, you can't stop it."

Qi Hao was also very excited.

"You said before that getting into the Elite Class depends on talent. What kind of talent? Punching power or Martial Method?"

Fang Qingyu asked the question again.

He hadn't had a chance to ask Coach Lin yesterday.

"Uh..."

Qi Hao hesitated when he heard the question.

"I can't really say, but you'll know when your punching power reaches 300KG."

"?"

"Your punching power is 300KG???"

Fang Qingyu's face showed astonishment.

"Ahem."

"Didn't I tell you before that I was afraid of hurting your confidence?"

Qi Hao looked sheepish, but then quickly put on a resentful expression.

Ever since Fang Qingyu joined the Formal Class, he was the one who had been constantly demoralized.

"You rascal."

Fang Qingyu gave a helpless wry smile.

Actually, even if Qi Hao had revealed his 300KG punching power, he wouldn't have been discouraged. Instead, it would have motivated him even more.

However, Qi Hao probably hadn't expected him to improve so rapidly after joining the Formal Class.

"Are you going somewhere else for class now?"

Fang Qingyu asked, then pointed to the car parked nearby, which belonged to Qi Hao's family.

"Yeah, I came here today specifically to tell you this," Qi Hao said with a sly grin.

"Heh heh."

Fang Qingyu's mouth twitched.

"How about we delete our Feixin chat? You can just tell me things face-to-face from now on."

"No, no, no."

Qi Hao immediately begged for mercy.

"Actually, I wanted to tell you that all the answers to the questions you asked me in high school are in the Elite Class..."

"So, you absolutely have to come to the Elite Class."

With that, Qi Hao didn't give Fang Qingyu a chance to react before he got up and bolted.

Fang Qingyu was left stunned on his chair.

Memories were rapidly flashing back in his mind.

Even though his brain condition had healed, he couldn't recall what he'd asked so many times in high school.

After a long pause.

Fang Qingyu finally murmured two words.

"Transcendent...?"

Ever since his transmigration.

Fang Qingyu had naturally wondered what kind of world this was.

Did phenomena like immortal cultivation and supernatural abilities exist?

He found no answers online.

Qi Hao was also the wealthiest among the people he knew.

So Fang Qingyu had also jokingly asked Qi Hao about it.

Qi Hao's answer at the time was

He didn't know, and if he found out later, he'd tell him.

And now...

Qi Hao clearly had an answer.

And it was within the Elite Class.

"Hoo."

Fang Qingyu stood up and let out a long breath.

In fact, the answer had been taking shape yesterday after he witnessed Coach Lin's power.

So after hearing Qi Hao's words, Fang Qingyu accepted it very quickly.

There weren't too many complex emotions; instead, it felt like parting the clouds to see the sky.

The Elite Class.

He was definitely going!

He got up and walked into the Martial Hall.

Students started arriving for class one after another.

Instructor Zheng stood in the Formal Class area, and as soon as Fang Qingyu entered, she couldn't help but fix her gaze on him, scrutinizing him.

"Have you started Baji Quan?"

"Yes, Instructor Zheng."

Fang Qingyu nodded.

Hearing Fang Qingyu admit it himself, even though she usually maintained a stern expression, Instructor Zheng's face couldn't help but twitch slightly.

The Formal Class had seventy to eighty people, and less than half of them had even started a Martial Method.

Some had been studying for several months, even a year.

This was all normal.

What was abnormal was starting a Martial Method in just two days.

However, remembering what Captain Lin had said, Instructor Zheng didn't ask further. Instead, she pointed to the weapon rack beside them and asked.

"What weapon do you want to learn?"

"..."

Fang Qingyu didn't answer immediately. Instead, he turned his head to look at the wide variety of weapons.

Actually, he had a few preferred options in mind.

Spears, sabers, and swords were the most common.

But spears were obviously inconvenient to carry in modern society.

As for swords, they didn't quite seem to fit his style.

Thinking this, Fang Qingyu made up his mind.

"I'll go with the saber."

"The saber is good; it suits your style well."

Instructor Zheng agreed and nodded after hearing him. Then she walked to the dedicated saber rack.

"But there are many types of sabers. Which kind do you want to learn?"

"Uh..."

This question stumped Fang Qingyu.

He just felt that sabers suited him, but he knew nothing about the different types.

Instructor Zheng smiled at his reaction and pulled out a saber.

"How about the Hengdao?"

"Its blade is 70cm to 110cm long, allowing for excellent performance even in street fighting. Compared to longer sabers, it's more agile and convenient, and it also fits your wide-ranging, powerful style."

"Okay."

Fang Qingyu had no objections.

All the advice Instructor Zheng had given him so far had been very fitting.

Like the Baji Quan.

"Alright, but learning the saber, just like learning fist techniques, requires practicing basic saber stances before you can formally practice the Martial Method."

After speaking, Instructor Zheng drew another unsharpened Hengdao.

"I'll demonstrate it for you first."

Fang Qingyu took the saber and stepped aside, feeling a sense of novelty, much like when he first started practicing fist techniques.

"There are 13 basic forms for the Hengdao."

They are: Entwining Head, Cleaving Saber, Wiping Saber, Intercepting Saber, Slashing Saber, Cloud Saber...

Instructor Zheng held the Hengdao and began demonstrating in the training area. Wherever the saber light passed, it brought a sharp, piercing sensation to Fang Qingyu, who was several meters away.

"How was that?"

After demonstrating all thirteen forms, Instructor Zheng twirled the saber and put it away, looking at Fang Qingyu.

"Can I try demonstrating it for you?"

Fang Qingyu asked, holding the saber.

"Certainly."

Instructor Zheng moved aside, yielding the space to Fang Qingyu.

This saber technique seemed a bit difficult.

Fang Qingyu had observed it while in the Dragon Hibernation Breath state, but no activation information related to basic saber techniques had popped up.

Therefore, he could only practice it himself and show Instructor Zheng where he might be going wrong.

The first form, Entwining Head, involved lowering the saber tip and bringing the saber spine along the left shoulder, around the back to the right shoulder, using the saber spine for power.

The second form, Enveloping Head, had a power generation principle opposite to the Entwining Head form.

Cleaving Saber: The saber, held upright, was brought down vertically from above the head, with the arm and saber blade forming a straight line, channeling force into the middle of the blade.

"That's not right."

Fang Qingyu had only just reached the third form when Instructor Zheng suddenly walked over from the side.

"You're too rigid. The basic saber forms are meant to allow you to strike from any angle and in any situation, not to be practiced as rigid, step-by-step movements."

"Start again from the first form!"

Instructor Zheng's tone became serious, and his voice unconsciously grew a bit louder.

He then began to correct Fang Qingyu's mistakes from the beginning.

Before long, a new entry popped up on the interface.

[Detected professional basic skill "Thirteen Forms of Hengdao" activating (1/100)]