Basic boxing, did this kid take medicine?

Morning.

When Fang Qingyu was pulled out of his dream by the 7 AM alarm, the sky was still steeped in a deep blue.

After brushing his teeth, he splashed cold water on his face, put on his clothes, and grabbed his backpack to head out.

He got on his electric bike and rode to the side of the street.

The oil-stick stall by the roadside had already set up its wok.

Fang Qingyu habitually chose the plastic stool closest to the intersection, eating his breakfast and enjoying his rare moments of peace alone.

When he thought about it, besides breakfast, all his time was spent busy for the entire day.

Practicing martial arts, delivering takeout, working as a security guard, and working out.

He ate lunch and dinner on the go while delivering food.

Speaking of which...

This was the first time he had experienced such a fulfilling life in this world.

Fang Qingyu enjoyed this kind of life.

Like when he had the head ailment before, confusion, unease, and fear had all prevented him from moving forward.

The life he had now was not just a change in appearance.

It was a rebirth of his spirit.

7:50 AM.

Fang Qingyu arrived at Chenfeng Martial Hall.

Instructor Qin also happened to be walking over from the side of the training area.

The area for practicing basic techniques was divided into several sections.

The first was for teaching the basics of stance training.

The second was for practicing punches after mastering the stance training.

When the instructor deemed you up to standard, you could then enter the formal student class.

Fang Qingyu was here today to practice his punches in the punching area, in front of his very own practice post!

"Those who know what to do can practice on their own. I'll come find you later."

Instructor Qin stood in front of the practice post and said this before telling everyone who had just joined the second stage to come forward.

"Mastering the stance training means you now understand how to use your bodies. At least, when I tell you to punch, you won't try to kick."

Everyone chuckled at his words.

They still felt a sense of accomplishment.

After all, there were still people over there who hadn't even started their stance training.

"The boxing technique I'm teaching you today doesn't have a name. Major martial arts halls all use this same set of techniques."

"If you must give it a name, let's call it the Basic Fist Technique."

"Because this set of punches isn't primarily about defeating enemies in combat, but about building a solid foundation!"

"Only by combining the stance training with this set of punches can you maximize your physical conditioning."

With that, Instructor Qin bent his knees and lowered his hips, his Hidden Dragon Stance as steady as a locked stone.

His right fist shot out from under his ribs, the muscles in his forearm tightening like a wound cable, accelerating sharply three inches from the practice post.

Bang—

A muffled thud from the leather and the teaching voice exploded simultaneously: "Keep seven parts of your power and hold back three. Don't let your stance leak."

His left fist followed closely, tracing a semi-circle upwards. As his knuckles brushed past the wooden post, his hand suddenly changed from a fist to an open palm. His five fingers gripped the post, pushing and pulling, causing the post to vibrate with a hum.

"Your spine is the bowstring, and your stance is the bow's back."

He took half a step back to demonstrate the finishing move, sweat dripping from his jaw onto the indentations on the practice post.

"With every punch, imagine you're cracking the floor tiles, tearing the air apart, but when you reach your target..."

His fist gently touched the leather.

"...it's like sheathing a sword."

"Remember, your fist is an extension of your stance."

He tapped his lower abdomen with a curled finger.

"Power starts from the ground, passes through the Dantian, moves through the spine, and finally exits through the fist."

Fang Qingyu watched, frowning slightly.

After going through this Basic Fist Technique, it even felt simpler than the Hidden Dragon Stance.

There weren't too many flashy movements.

Those who didn't pay attention would only feel that Instructor Qin had thrown a few punches slowly.

But as long as one paid a little attention to the muscles, they would discover the many subtleties involved.

"Let's begin. If you have any questions, you can ask me."

Just like with the stances, Instructor Qin only demonstrated once before letting the students practice on their own.

Fang Qingyu stood before the practice post and didn't rush to start.

Instead, he first reviewed Instructor Qin's posture before throwing punches, noting where the force was applied.

Only then did he begin to punch.

Others needed to punch continuously, expending stamina to find the correct direction of movement.

But Fang Qingyu had his own diagram to illuminate the way.

When the first new line of text appeared.

[Basic Fist Technique skill activating (1/100)]

[Activation experience +1]

Fang Qingyu knew he was on the right track.

Now, all he needed was to unleash his might and create a miracle!

The continuously dripping sweat bore witness to the activation progress bar, and the shouts around them were like a solo performance, a romance unique to men.

"That's enough for today. Rest for half an hour."

He hadn't realized how time had flown amidst the gusts of his punches until Instructor Qin's voice rang out.

Only then did Fang Qingyu lower his aching arm.

His fists were numb.

The slight increase in physique from last night hadn't made his body any tougher.

However, he could clearly feel that he had more endurance.

"You went yesterday?"

Sitting on the ground, Instructor Qin quietly walked over to Fang Qingyu and asked.

"Instructor Qin."

Fang Qingyu first stood up to greet him, then hesitated for a second before nodding.

"I did."

If he said he hadn't, there would be no explanation.

Instructor Qin likely wasn't bored enough to investigate whether he had gone or not.

"Good."

Fang Qingyu had lost count of how many times Instructor Qin had said "Good."

"If you don't have anything urgent, starting today, you'll train for an extra two hours each day."

After praising him, Instructor Qin frowned and pondered for a moment before speaking.

Although he said "if," his tone implied he wanted Fang Qingyu to agree directly.

"Okay."

Fang Qingyu had no objections.

Sacrificing two hours of delivery time wouldn't result in a significant loss of income.

Practicing martial arts was currently his primary path.

All other professions served the purpose of practicing martial arts.

"Keep it up."

Before leaving, Instructor Qin gave Fang Qingyu an encouraging look for the first time.

In fact, after spending a few days together.

Fang Qingyu's impression of the martial arts hall and Instructor Qin had changed greatly.

Before he understood, he thought instructors were just slightly stronger than ordinary people at best.

But now.

Only after he had started did he truly recognize Instructor Qin's prowess.

Although he hadn't actually sparred.

Fang Qingyu now felt that he could easily handle a normal adult male in a one-on-one fight.

It wasn't due to his stats, nor because he had learned any fighting techniques.

It was because he had learned how to apply force.

Just as Instructor Qin had said, mastering the stances meant learning how to use one's body.

Even so, Fang Qingyu felt like a child in front of Instructor Qin.

This wasn't the "momentum" Qi Hao spoke of.

It was a man's sixth sense.

"Thump, thump. Thump."

But all his shortcomings would now transform into the driving force for Fang Qingyu's progress.

An hour passed.

The new students were starting to run out of strength.

Two hours passed.

The older students were also swinging their arms, sweat pouring down like rain.

Three hours passed.

All the students were groaning that class was finally over.

Only Fang Qingyu was still tirelessly punching the practice post. As most people were leaving the training hall, the sound of his punches was exceptionally jarring.

"Hello."

However, a crisp sound by his ear interrupted Fang Qingyu's thoughts.

"Hello?"

Fang Qingyu, panting, turned around to look at the speaker.

It was a young woman in her early twenties.

She had already changed back into casual clothes, and the bulge on her chest was enough to ensure several children wouldn't starve.

"Class is over now, aren't you leaving?"

The woman gestured to their surroundings and said with a smile, her eyes fixed directly on Fang Qingyu, showing no sign of evasion.

"I want to practice a bit longer. You guys go ahead, thanks."

Although Fang Qingyu was looking forward, he didn't make eye contact with her. His reply was completely subconscious refusal at this moment.

In his eyes, the jumping words on the interface were far more beautiful than the woman.

[Activation Experience +1]

[Activation Experience +1]

[.]

[Basic Fist Technique skill activating (72/100)]

Guided by this beacon of an interface, Fang Qingyu hardly took any detours. Coupled with his diligence, which surpassed everyone else's, this progress was not surprising.

"Then I'll be going."

The interaction between two strangers ended before it even began, with Fang Qingyu's unhesitating refusal.

After most people had left the training hall.

Qi Hao walked over from the other side, shaking his head and clicking his tongue in amazement.

"Tsk tsk, Qingzi, you can refuse a girl that beautiful?"

"With no women in your heart, your punches will naturally be divine!"

Fang Qingyu didn't even turn his head.

"."

Qi Hao's mouth twitched.

This was martial arts training, not becoming a monk.

There was no requirement for abstinence.

"Aren't you leaving yet? The martial hall is closing soon."

Seeing that Fang Qingyu had no intention of stopping, Qi Hao asked curiously.

"Instructor Qin asked me to stay for extra practice. You go ahead."

Only then did Fang Qingyu stop, shaking his completely numb fists.

Qi Hao's eyes lit up upon hearing this, but he didn't say anything. He just left a "then practice well" and left the martial hall.

By now, there was no one left in the martial hall.

Instructor Qin was also nowhere to be found.

Fang Qingyu didn't overthink it. Since he was told to stay for extra practice, he had to practice until the time was up.

So, he forced himself to endure the pain again and swung his fists at the practice post.

In a corner he couldn't see.

Instructor Qin had actually been standing there the whole time, watching him from afar.

It wasn't until almost two in the afternoon.

"Hiss"

Instructor Qin, who hadn't moved, finally couldn't help but gasp, stroking his sparse hair.

"Did this kid take something???"