Chenfeng Martial Hall.
Sunlight streamed through the windows, dividing the martial hall into a chessboard of interwoven light and shadow.
The over ten-thousand-square-meter Martial Arena was like a boiling furnace, as the winds of fists and shadows of legs stirred the floating dust in the beams of light.
From the eastern weapons area came the continuous buzzing of metallic swarms, while the occasional clash of blades and swords sent up dazzling sparks.
Coach Zheng stood beside the weapon rack, watching Fang Qingyu practice with a hengdao.
He finally understood why Old Qin and Team Leader Lin had been unable to resist personally teaching him after instructing him for a while.
No matter how Fang Qingyu had practiced before.
Once he corrected him, Fang Qingyu never made the same mistake again.
The feeling of teaching someone who immediately understood.
It was truly addictive.
And
extremely satisfying.
"Whew."
Fang Qingyu panted heavily and set down the hengdao.
Practicing with a blade felt completely different from practicing fist techniques.
Fist techniques used the body as a weapon, with force generated from within, emphasizing the coordination of muscles and bones and the penetration of inch-force.
Blade techniques extended one's reach through a weapon, had a wider attack and defense radius, and required precise control of the edge and a stable center of gravity.
The former tempered the body and comprehended force, while the latter trained weapon control and distance management.
However, both sought the unity of intent and strength.
Choosing to practice a weapon alongside fist techniques had indeed been the right decision.
"Class dismissed."
After calling out to the others, Coach Zheng walked toward Fang Qingyu.
"Has Coach Lin ever told you that you have excellent talent in martial arts?"
"Uh, no. Coach Lin only said to wait for me in the Elite Class."
Fang Qingyu was taken aback and shook his head.
"Keep working hard. With your talent, entering the Elite Class is only a matter of time. However, you can't neglect stance training and fist techniques either."
"It's obvious that you still have plenty of energy left after martial arts training. I suggest you spend another two hours every day practicing stance training and Basic Fist Technique."
Coach Zheng asked for Fang Qingyu's opinion.
"Sure, no problem."
She had not expected Fang Qingyu to agree without the slightest hesitation.
"When I was training under Instructor Qin, I practiced extra every day too."
Fang Qingyu smiled as he explained.
"Then practice here by yourself. I'll be leaving first."
Coach Zheng tugged up the corners of his mouth for the first time.
"Take care, Coach Zheng."
Fang Qingyu escorted him to the entrance before returning to the martial hall alone.
He looked toward the diagram.
Basic skill "Thirteen Forms of Hengdao" is activating (28/100)
It would be activated in a few more days.
The Martial Seed talent was truly formidable!
After experimenting for the past few days, Fang Qingyu had now confirmed the Martial Seed's true use.
It was not some bug that let him understand any martial art at a glance and master it after one practice.
Instead, while practicing martial arts, it allowed him to perform at his best according to the best of his own understanding.
That was why he could master anything after being taught once.
Still, if Coach Zheng had not reminded him today, he really might have forgotten about stance training and fist techniques.
As the foundations for tempering the body and practicing martial arts.
These two skills absolutely needed to be constantly honed every day throughout the martial arts training process.
This time, he practiced on a steel-clad wooden dummy.
The feeling was somewhat different from before.
However, the results were considerably better.
Likewise, the outer steel layer was tearing Fang Qingyu's muscles.
Your profession "Martial Arts Apprentice" gained 22 experience Your profession basic skill "Hidden Dragon Stance" gained 34 experience Your profession basic skill "Basic Fist Technique" gained 38 experience Congratulations, your profession basic skill "Basic Fist Technique" reached Lv.3 (0/300)
Two hours later.
Fang Qingyu opened the diagram and looked at what he had gained.
Basic Fist Technique level three was not yet the maximum level.
It seemed the levels of these two skills were even higher than he had imagined.
He then flipped the diagram to the first page.
Strength: 15.1→15.3 Speed: 14.2→14.5 Physique: 14.5→14.8
Stance training and fist techniques were both processes of tempering the physical body.
After this upgrade, his attributes had also steadily increased.
He took a shower and changed his clothes.
Fang Qingyu closed the martial hall's doors, rode his Electric Scooter, and parked it at Clear Pool Club.
He started with a Dietary Supplement Massage Package.
With over two hundred thousand left in his balance, he could afford nearly a month of this.
By the time the massage ended.
It was already three in the afternoon.
Fang Qingyu was not particularly concerned.
He could slowly level up Electric Scooter Piloting. Sooner or later, it would reach the maximum level.
After delivering food for over three hours.
Your profession basic skill "Electric Scooter Piloting" gained 15 experience
Two or three more days of deliveries should be enough.
He then had dinner and went to Tongyuan Combat Gym.
As usual, he first finished his work as a Security Guard.
Afterward, he went up for the arena matches.
The spectators were exceptionally familiar with the regular arena champions from the past two days.
However, fewer people cursed him tonight than before.
Some gamblers had begun firmly supporting Fang Qingyu.
After all, they could make money as long as they bet on Fang Qingyu winning.
Why not?
To them, making money was the most important thing.
"Is he the final test?"
In a VIP box on the second floor.
A burly man pointed toward the arena where Fang Qingyu was and asked.
"Yes. As long as you defeat him, you can join the chamber of commerce. I can also give you the materials you want."
The well-dressed man behind him held a cigar between his lips, his face full of mockery.
The burly man did not answer immediately.
Only after watching Fang Qingyu's three matches did he slowly nod.
"Good."
"There shouldn't be anyone else coming, right?"
Fang Qingyu glanced at the time nearby.
It was past one forty.
He had already guarded the arena for three consecutive nights.
Fewer and fewer people were coming up.
Normally, no one dared challenge him at this hour.
Time to rest.
Thinking this, Fang Qingyu was just about to tell the referee that he was giving up his position when the broadcast suddenly rang out in an impassioned voice.
"Wow, wow, wow! Another contestant is challenging Fang Qing!!!"
"Let me see who this person is."
"What?!"
"It's actually the arena overlord from three years ago, Ying Kai!!!"
The tone was extremely exaggerated, but Fang Qingyu also received the information he wanted.
An arena champion?
That meant the opponent had won ten consecutive matches.
And he had achieved ten consecutive wins while being targeted.
Otherwise, no normal person would willingly go up there to be cannon fodder.
This was interesting.
Fang Qingyu gradually grew excited.
Over the past two days, he had not even had a chance to use Baji Quan.
He had been nothing more than a machine grinding experience, unable to enjoy the pleasure of battle at all.
Ying Kai slowly stepped onto the arena.
He had an ordinary appearance, but an exceptionally burly build, with numerous scars spread across both arms.
Fang Qingyu took a deep breath.
He activated Dragon Hibernation Breath.
A level-two breathing technique could last for over five minutes.
He looked ahead again.
Fang Qingyu's pupils abruptly contracted.
Every step Ying Kai took toward him seemed to land in rhythm with his heartbeat.
Extremely dangerous!!
This was the first time he had encountered someone outside a martial hall who could give him such a powerful sense of crisis.
"Begin!"
Without waiting for either of them to speak, the referee impatiently announced the start.
But neither of them moved immediately.
Seeing this, Fang Qingyu slowly assumed Baji Quan's opening stance.
Back when he had trained with Zhao Feng, Zhao Feng had said a few things.
"You brat, choosing Baji Quan was absolutely the right decision. Among those of the same rank, Baji Quan is an invincible existence!"
"What counts as the same rank?"
"Everyone below the Martial Artist realm is in the same rank."
"Have you never heard that saying?"
"Tai Chi settles the world through literature; Baji Quan stabilizes the universe through martial arts!"
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