Martial Arts Mastery

Joseph clasped his hands together in a prayerful gesture: Thank God, his wish has finally come true.

More than thirty years ago, as a young man, he loved watching martial arts films. Afterwards, he prayed day and night, hoping that God would give him a chance to witness real China kung fu, the kind that leaves no trace in the snow and whose palm strikes create Golden Dragon in flight! He wanted to broaden his horizons.

That request lasted for more than ten years!

That was a true ten-year-long pursuit, with every night dreaming of falling off a cliff and gaining divine power, or going on an adventure in the mountains and encountering an old man with white hair who imparted a century's worth of martial arts skills, and other similar strange dreams.

Unfortunately, God was too busy and never paid attention to his small wish.

Now, twenty years later, his daughter has grown into a beautiful young woman. He had almost forgotten his wish from back then, when God finally remembered the wish he had earnestly prayed for for ten years!

Joseph didn't disturb Song Shuhang because, as depicted in martial arts films, it's considered very impolite to interrupt someone's practice.

So he sat quietly to the side, watching Song Shuhang complete the entire set of boxing techniques.

In fact, Shuhang had already spotted the foreigner when he stepped into the abandoned classroom.

However, at this point, his <Vajra Foundation Fist> was already in its final stages. If he stopped now, all his training would be in vain, and the effects of the Blood Qi Pill would be wasted.

Anyway, there's no need to worry about your boxing skills being stolen. As long as the other party doesn't take out their phone to take pictures or anything, just bear with it.

He has taken his second Blood Qi Pill since noon, and this is his seventh time practicing the Vajra Foundation Fist today, with remarkable results.

Hmm, the intervals between cultivation sessions using the Blood Qi Pill power are taking longer than he expected...

After finishing the last two moves, he sat down and began practicing the True Self Meditation Scripture.

--I never expected that even hiding in this remote, abandoned school building, I would still be discovered. Looks like I'll have to find a different place to cultivate next time.

After sending his Blood Qi Value into his Heart Aperture, Shuhang completed his cultivation and slowly opened his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw the tall foreigner squatting not far from him with a fawning expression. Shuhang felt his fists pounding, and he really wanted to punch him!

"Master, are you finished practicing?" the foreigner greeted him in extremely awkward Chinese, his face full of flattery.

Song Shuhang's lips twitched, and he waved his hand. "Hello."

"Master, can I learn Chinese Kung Fu from you?!" The foreigner looked on expectantly, even striking a classic Wong Fei-hung- hung pose from a martial arts film. China Kung Fu was his lifelong dream; quickly, use nunchucks... leap across rooftops!

"..." Song Shuhang rubbed his temples. He was a complete novice himself, how could he possibly teach others? Besides, the copyright of the <Vajra Foundation Fist> he practiced wasn't even his own; he couldn't even teach it to his own father, so how could he teach a foreigner?

He casually made up an excuse. "Sorry... my family's kung fu is not passed down to outsiders."

"I can become your apprentice! If that doesn't work, I can be added to your family tree! I know a little bit about China customs!" the foreigner earnestly flattered. He was really going all out to learn kung fu.

"I wouldn't even want to be included in my family tree!" Song Shuhang sighed. "I'm sorry, I'm not qualified to take on disciples yet."

"You can accept me as a 'disciple'. Then, teach me just one or two moves! How about that?" the foreigner persisted.

"No, even if I were a nominal disciple, I wouldn't be qualified!" Song Shuhang refused outright.

However, the foreigners still didn't give up.

China Kung Fu! Real China Kung Fu! When a fist hits the air, the air itself makes an explosive sound!

How could I possibly give up my childhood dream of China martial arts!

This is a foreign youth in his late twenties who has been deeply influenced by China martial arts films.

He pushed his persistence to the limit, determined to learn even the smallest thing from this young master! He was determined to learn something, or he would regret it for the rest of his life!

Shuhang never expected that he would eventually accept this 'nominal disciple' Joseph Guy Maupassant.

On this day, Song Shuhang finally experienced the terror of 'relentless pursuit'. If the other party were a pretty girl, it wouldn't be so bad, but instead, it was a middle-aged man, and not even good-looking at all.

Finally, Song Shuhang earnestly taught Joseph a set of martial arts secrets—"The Times Are Calling".

This name might be unfamiliar to many people; it also has another name.

Many, many years ago, middle school students in China called it the second set of broadcast gymnastics...

Every morning before school starts, as soon as the broadcast begins, primary and secondary school students, regardless of the cold winter or scorching summer, must come out of their classrooms, march in place and line up on the playground, and then begin their exercises according to the broadcast's call.

To be honest, this set of radio calisthenics actually has a bit of a martial arts feel to it.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight; two, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight... four, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight! Very good, let's do it again! Follow the beat, the rhythm must be right, the posture must be standard! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight..." Song Shuhang shouted the beat while performing the entire set of <The Times Are Calling> with standard posture!

Joseph was overjoyed... and followed Song Shuhang to learn the entire lesson perfectly from beginning to end.

He's quick to learn; after just two tries, he was doing it quite well!

"This set of ultimate techniques is a basic method. Go back and practice it day and night. When you feel that you can cultivate to the point where you can feel a warm current flowing through your body, then you will have entered the first stage!" Song Shuhang said seriously to his 'disciple' with a stern face.

Doing calisthenics regularly is beneficial, but don't expect to become a martial arts master; it's certainly good for improving your health.

"Yes, teacher! I will definitely do it thirty times every day!" Joseph's eyes shone brightly as he shouted.

Thirty... thirty times? What a persistent guy.

"Ahem!" Song Shuhang couldn't help but clear his throat and patted his 'disciple' on the shoulder forcefully. "Keep cultivating, your master has high hopes for you!"

Then, he crossed his arms behind his back and swaggered away from the abandoned teaching building—exuding the aura of a grandmaster!

Joseph nodded frantically behind him, his eyes filled with excitement.

Will I one day be able to unleash a punch like my master, making the air crackle with each strike?

I'm so excited!

"Hooray, I feel so energized! Let's do it again! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight... two, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight!" Joseph began to practice this 'martial arts masterpiece' very seriously, already imagining the day he would become a peerless master!

The future is bright!

Unfortunately... he was pressed against the glass, able to see a bright future, but with no way out.

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After leaving the abandoned classroom, Song Shuhang secretly wiped away a bead of sweat. "I've seen people who are persistent, but I've never seen anyone who can be this persistent. Luckily, I was very diligent in learning radio calisthenics when I was a kid, otherwise I really wouldn't have anything to teach."

"Heh... Little Shuhang, I didn't expect you to be so wicked sometimes." At this moment, Jiang Ziyan appeared silently next to Song Shuhang and said with a wicked smile.

"Miss Ziyan, what are you doing here?" Song Shuhang found that even with his mental energy in a 'Vigilance' state, he still couldn't sense Jiang Ziyan approaching.

The seniors are all incredibly profound.

"Hehe, I'm just here to deliver something to you on behalf of the Medicine Master. The Medicine Master had to go out on an urgent matter and will probably be back in a few days, so you can rest for a few days." Jiang Ziyan took out an Iron-Bone Folding Fan and handed it to Song Shuhang.

"What is this?" Song Shuhang took the iron fan. Good heavens, it's heavy!

"Fire-Control Artifact. Didn't the Medicine Master say he'd give you one so you could familiarize yourself with it?" Jiang Ziyan raised an eyebrow and smiled.