The brain learned, and the hands also learned?

"What the heck! Talent bro is really playing dirty!"

Xie Yucheng, standing off to the side, twitched the corner of his mouth. He had barely finished shouting "Begin" before Qin Shi shot out like an arrow, already in his fighting stance.

"Is this the result of two hours of training? That's way too intense!"

Li Yuan's eyelids twitched violently, his pupils constricting. His relaxed muscles instantly tensed!

Fortunately, his reaction was timely, and he quickly dodged with a side-step slide.

This jab came out of nowhere; it showed no signs of being the fighting style of a complete beginner.

At least in terms of footwork, Qin Shi's nimble and rapid alternating steps were incredibly proficient.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to unleash such a fierce burst of power and close the distance instantly!

"Almost got caught with my pants down, and made A'Cheng laugh!"

Li Yuan felt quite annoyed as he dodged the jab.

Without a second thought, he went straight for Qin Shi's wrist.

His thick, long knuckles connected, channeling immense power, like iron clamps holding tight!

The movement was so fast it seemed to bypass his brain entirely.

This was the offensive and defensive awareness developed through days of practical sparring and learning fighting techniques!

Attacking or defending instinctively, without any hesitation!

In the martial arts world of the Old Era, this was called "kung fu trained into the bones."

This was also why the martial arts community was so wary of people putting a hand on their shoulder or wrist from behind.

As the saying goes, when kung fu takes over, it acts on its own!

Certain taboo actions would cause a martial artist to instinctively counterattack.

If they couldn't hold back their strength, they could be thrown to the ground on the spot, hit their head, and lose their life!

"Old Liang's Sanshou!"

Qin Shi felt a sharp pain in his wrist. He couldn't pull back in time; his entire arm felt like it was being twisted into a pretzel. His whole body was locked up, frozen in place, unable to move.

This was a common technique in fighting styles used to subdue an opponent.

If one didn't know how to counter it and tried to resist forcefully, they would either break their wrist bone or be knocked down on the spot.

"Good thing my tendons are tough! And I picked up the training method quickly!"

Qin Shi had already activated his Muscle Memory, seizing that faint sense of energy.

Hiss, hiss!

A subtle stream of warmth circulated within his body, flowing beneath his skin, and then suddenly erupted!

Snap!

It was as if a layer of muscle membrane suddenly swelled, like a rubber ball connected to a pump!

It visibly expanded by about half a circumference!

Immediately after, Qin Shi put force into his shoulder, gave his arm a shake, and forcefully broke free from Li Yuan's grip!

"This guy, has he really only just learned fighting techniques?"

Li Yuan's tiger's mouth felt slightly numb, and his fingers involuntarily loosened.

At the critical moment, Qin Shi's wrist had moved like a violently thrashing, thick python, with an unyielding, supple strength that shook him off!

Through this initial confrontation, he could judge that this kid's physical condition was far superior to his own.

"What's the use of having great strength if you can't unleash it!"

Li Yuan's arm was flung away, his center of gravity shifted, and his stance became unstable, as if he were about to fall.

Just as Qin Shi was preparing to launch a fierce attack, Li Yuan took a deep breath, his waist sank, his feet gripped the ground, his toes clenched, and using his left leg as support, his right leg suddenly shot out!

A powerful, sweeping kick aimed directly at Qin Shi's head!

This was the most crucial point in judging a fighter's strength and testing their skill!

Offense-Defense Transition!

Even the most formidable fighter has limited stamina.

In a fierce combat match, you can't always be the one on the offensive.

To completely defeat an opponent, you need to know when to defend and when to attack, maintaining a steady rhythm.

This was the mark of a fighter who had achieved a minor success in their technique!

"Too fast..."

Qin Shi's heart tightened. His eyes could barely track the menacing sweeping kick.

But by the time he wanted to retreat and dodge, it was already too late.

His movements couldn't keep up with his reaction!

He could only raise his hands as quickly as possible to protect his head!

Bang!

His body tilted, like a bowling pin knocked over, crashing heavily onto the soft mat.

"So this is what it feels like to be hit!"

Qin Shi bounced a couple of times and rolled several meters away, his head buzzing.

Because he was wearing protective gear and had used his hands to block and absorb the force, he hadn't sustained any substantial damage.

A few seconds later, shaking off the brief dizziness, he stood up again.

"Bro, are you okay?"

Xie Yucheng asked hesitantly.

Brother Yuan's kick was considered an offensive killer move of the Eight-Arm Guard stance.

Clearly, he felt his pride was hurt for not taking Qin Shi down with one move and was furious.

He had just unleashed it!

"I'm fine! Brother Yuan's offense and defense are too good. I was originally planning to break free from his grapple, then use a knee strike and charge forward to engage in close-quarters combat with you!

I didn't expect you to seize the opportunity and knock me out with one hit!"

Qin Shi said excitedly.

The brief exchange with Li Yuan, at the moment between victory and defeat, had caused his adrenaline to surge.

It allowed him to find the thrilling sensation he'd experienced trying extreme sports in his past life.

Actual combat training was indeed more satisfying than just building a foundation on his own!

If the Monument panel could display an experience bar.

This quickly concluded battle should have displayed a line of text—[You've experienced a hearty battle, Fighting Spirit +50]!

"Let's go again, Brother Yuan! Help me find my offensive rhythm!"

Qin Shi seemed activated and eagerly invited him.

He wanted to have a few more rounds to make it easier to deepen his impression using Combat Rewind later.

Did I kick his head and break it?

Li Yuan was a little stunned. He had expected that after taking such a heavy kick, Qin Shi would become enraged and storm off.

He never thought the other party would act as if nothing happened and pull him back to continue training.

Xie Yucheng advised:

"Classmate Qin, forget it. Brother Yuan has the best fighting style at Ninth Middle School. You haven't even started, the gap between you is too big."

Qin Shi shook his head. Perhaps having lived two lives, the excessive pride of a young man didn't manifest in him.

As long as he could improve and learn something, taking a few punches and kicks was no big deal.

What kind of martial arts training doesn't involve getting hit or injured?

Even the first Martial God Yan Haishan, who stood at the absolute pinnacle of Dongxia a long time ago.

He was still chased by rural geese and cried his eyes out as a child, later writing about it as an amusing anecdote in his autobiography.

From then on, the funny meme of the "one goose" having Martial God-level combat power originated.

"If you can handle it, we can continue."

Hearing the other party call him "Brother Yuan," Li Yuan felt inexplicably pleased, but his tone remained calm:

"Your offense has too many openings. You can't throw your punches with full force; you must reserve about thirty to fifty percent to avoid giving your opponent an opening.

How about this, this time I'll attack, and you defend. Let's see if your guard is solid enough."

Qin Shi had no objections. He keenly sensed that Brother Yuan's attitude towards him seemed to have improved?

For the next hour.

The muffled sound of the punching bag hitting the ground continuously echoed in the training room.

"Talent Bro really lives up to his name as the Legendary Endurance King. He gets thrown around by Brother Yuan but still gets up. If it were me, I'd be done after five or six times!"

Xie Yucheng leaned against the window wall, marveling.

A person weighing over a hundred pounds was constantly knocked to the ground. Even if he wasn't bruised, his bones could feel rattled.

"Doesn't this kid ever get tired? I feel like he could fight all day!"

Li Yuan, in the ring, was slightly out of breath. Compared to Xie Yucheng, who was just watching, he could better appreciate Qin Shi's tenacity.

And that astonishing speed of improvement!

From being easily defeated within three attacks at the beginning, like an AI opponent.

To now, needing to bring 100% focus and experience, and fight with all his might.

"Ah Cheng hasn't been this terrifying even after training with me for so many days! I feel like I'm a training dummy leveling up, and this kid gains experience every time!"

Li Yuan felt surprised internally, but maintained his image as the top expert from the cram school. He broke through Qin Shi's defensive stance again and calmly offered advice:

"When judging an opponent's move, don't look at their hands. Unless your vitality breaks twenty points, ordinary people's reactions can't keep up with punch speed. It's hard to track the trajectory of a punch!

You need to stare at the opponent's shoulders. All moves rely on the power generated by the arm joints..."

"I think I get it, Yuan Ge."

Qin Shi suddenly saw the light. Old Liang had told him many of these key points before.

But theoretical knowledge always feels shallow. To truly remember it, one must practice repeatedly.

"What's the use of just knowing it in your head if your hands don't cooperate?"

Li Yuan scoffed. In consideration of the "Yuan Ge" address, he adopted an eight-limbed stance, pressing his feet into the ground, leaning forward with his center of gravity, intending to show Qin Shi what a fierce, storm-like offense was!

His legs crossed as he surged forward, generating gusts of wind!

His shoulders swayed slightly, using feints to trick the opponent into throwing a rash punch, then twisting his body for an elbow strike!

Even if Qin Shi adopted a defensive block, Li Yuan could follow up with knee strikes, jabs, kicks, throws, and other moves.

With an overwhelming advantage, he would leave Qin Shi no room to retaliate!

"This time, I'll definitely make you submit..."

The smile on Li Yuan's lips was replaced by shock before it could fully form. His elbow strike, imbued with the rotational power of his entire body, landed with a "thud" into Qin Shi's clasped palms.

This intense physical clash sent both of them reeling back a few steps.

"He blocked it? Did he guess my strategy?"

Li Yuan's heart skipped a beat. He dug his back foot deeper into the mat and then shot out like an arrow, launching a front kick towards the defensively positioned Qin Shi.

To his surprise, Qin Shi had predicted it again, his hands still clasped in front of his abdomen, moving to avoid the incoming kick.

Then, instead of retreating, Qin Shi advanced, squeezing his body forward as Li Yuan's center of gravity shifted.

His fists drove forward like bull horns, piercing through the gap and striking Li Yuan's chest!

Bang!

This time, the sound, like a falling sandbag, was heavy, as if carrying much more weight than before.

"Holy crap!"

Xie Yucheng's jaw dropped, his eyes wide with disbelief.

This talent guy's brain is sharp, and his technique is improving fast? How can he understand and learn things just by looking?!