First Move of Entry

Babu Guanguan licked his lips and handed the empty bowl back to Clumsy Bear. "All right, get up."

Clumsy Bear rose to his feet and immediately fawned, "Master, what do you want to eat? I'll get it for you!"

Babu Guanguan immediately pointed his chopsticks at the steaming skewers on the table. "That, that, and that! What's that yellow thing? Fried potatoes? I want some too!"

A steady stream of food was delivered into his hands. With his mouth stuffed full, Babu Guanguan mumbled to Clumsy Bear, "Once we're done eating, come to the beach. I'll teach you the basics of breathing techniques..."

"Starting tomorrow, report to my door at sunrise every day. When practicing martial arts, never slack off or cut corners!"

"Got it, Master!"

This island would remain docked for fourteen days. It was now the third day of their stay, and even with the seven days of martial arts training included, they still had plenty of time.

For Clumsy Bear to learn Drunken Fist, Ling Chu did not mind staying here a few extra days.

"Slow your breathing. Sink your qi into your dantian. Keep your feet firmly planted. Send your strength to the Yongquan points..."

By the sea, Babu Guanguan stood barefoot on the beach, slowly raising both hands as though cradling an invisible ball of qi.

Clumsy Bear stood opposite him, awkwardly imitating his movements. His brows were tightly furrowed as he tried to understand what "sinking qi into the dantian" was supposed to feel like.

Babu Guanguan circled around him, then nudged the back of his knee with his toes, making him lower his stance.

Clumsy Bear's leg bent slightly before straightening again, earning an impatient click of Babu Guanguan's tongue. Then Babu Guanguan kicked him squarely behind the knee.

Clumsy Bear cried out