Xingyi Five Elements Fist

He looked at the brightly lit world outside the window.

Yang Yu continued to ponder. "Now, with Neijiaquan and the Breathing Method as support, along with Spiritual Force and strength training at the gym, my Physical Fitness is improving by leaps and bounds. But it still can't compare to the exaggerated gains Martial Artists in the Original Work got from absorbing Genetic Origin Energy."

"The so-called huge improvement now is only huge compared to ordinary people. But if I maintain this pace, I still have a good chance of raising my Physical Fitness to the level of a Quasi-Martial Artist before the Double R Virus arrives."

After all, as his Physical Fitness grew stronger, he could release more Spiritual Force.

The more Mental Force he released, the further his Physical Fitness could improve.

It was a positive cycle.

Yang Yu, who had crossed over into this world, had already stepped onto the path of that positive cycle. All he needed to do next was adjust the intensity of his training according to his condition, and his progress would only accelerate.

Moreover, based on his observations over the past few days, Yang Yu guessed that the reserves of Spiritual Force within his mind were considerable.

Otherwise, it would not have erupted so frequently, and it had even killed the original owner of this body before.

Of course.

Opportunities came with risks.

Whether one could withstand the risks and seize the opportunities depended on one's own fate.

To the original owner, Spiritual Force had been a ticking time bomb. But to Yang Yu, who had crossed over, it was a massive gift package.

Lying on the bed.

Yang Yu looked at the clear night sky beyond the window and the scattered stars.

"Days this peaceful are running out."

After briefly emptying his mind, Yang Yu sat cross-legged again, assuming the Five Hearts Toward Heaven posture as he began to meditate. During his meditation, he paired it with the corresponding Neijia breathing technique.

When it reached three thirty in the morning.

Yang Yu stopped meditating and went back to sleep.

For the current Yang Yu, two hours of deep sleep each day were enough.

Five thirty.

Yang Yu woke up on schedule. After washing up, he went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

This was something Yang Yu had already agreed on with Grandfather. Starting today, he would make breakfast.

That way, Grandfather could rest a little longer too.

He warmed up the milk he had prepared beforehand, fried ten eggs, and toasted two large loaves of bread. After eating eight eggs and both loaves, then drinking a large glass of pure milk, Yang Yu set off for Xingfu Park to continue training.

With his recent increase in training volume, Yang Yu's appetite had risen accordingly.

His appetite was now roughly equal to that of two or three adults.

Naturally, that was a good thing. The more he ate, the more energy he could absorb, and the faster his Physical Fitness could improve.

Yang Yu practiced the Dantian Breathing Method all the way there.

It accelerated the digestion of the food he had just eaten.

In only around ten minutes, by the time Yang Yu arrived at the park, the food had already been mostly digested.

"My digestion really is strong." Yang Yu nodded in satisfaction, then headed toward his familiar secluded spot.

Wang Lin was already waiting there.

"Brother Yu, I came early enough, right? I got up at five. I was just waiting to get here as soon as possible."

Wang Lin showed no sign of fatigue. Instead, he looked brimming with energy.

"I tried the Meditation Method you taught me yesterday several times before I barely succeeded. But not long after I started meditating, I fell asleep."

"Luckily, I set an alarm in advance. Although I only slept four or five hours last night, I feel even better than when I used to sleep seven or eight hours. This Meditation Method is really amazing."

Under the dim park lamps, Yang Yu looked at the spirited Wang Lin. "It's already very good that you managed to succeed when you first started meditating. After doing it a few more times, you'll become familiar with it. Don't worry about that. Now, practice Zhan Zhuang with me."

As he spoke, Yang Yu assumed the distinctive Zhan Zhuang posture of Xingyiquan.

After standing for a while, Yang Yu began teaching Wang Lin the San Ti Shi.

There was a saying in Neijiaquan: "All methods originate from the San Ti Shi."

Beginners needed to practice it every day, masters needed to practice it every day, and even Grandmasters had to do the same.

That alone showed the importance of the San Ti Shi.

After practicing the San Ti Shi for the past few days, Yang Yu truly felt how important it was.

Especially now. With Yang Yu's increasingly powerful soul and comprehension, every time he practiced the San Ti Shi, his understanding of the Xingyi Five Elements Fist and Twelve Form Fist deepened by another degree.

His perception and control over his muscles, bones, and fascia also grew stronger.

The San Ti Shi was not difficult to learn.

Yang Yu spent less than ten minutes teaching it to Wang Lin.

But learning it was easy. Bringing out its true essence and persisting with it were the hardest parts.

After finishing the San Ti Shi.

Yang Yu led Wang Lin in continuing their Zhan Zhuang.

Zhan Zhuang might look simple and tedious, but it could rapidly strengthen a beginner's lower body and center of gravity.

Wang Lin, who had just started practicing, could not stand for long before his legs began to ache. Even if he forced himself to endure through sheer willpower, he could not last much longer.

Yang Yu did not criticize him. Instead, he taught him the Five Element Fist and let him slowly practice and contemplate it on his own nearby.

Yang Yu himself continued practicing Zhan Zhuang and gaining insight, while pairing it with Neijia breathing techniques.

As he breathed in and out.

Yang Yu's abdomen rose and fell like bellows, every inhalation and exhalation long and deep.

Wang Lin, who was watching nearby, could not help showing an envious look.

It was obvious that Yang Yu's talent for the Martial Way was exceptional as well.

Even his movements looked similar to those of masters on television.

When the morning sun rose and the first rays of sunlight spilled across the earth, Yang Yu smoothly ended his practice and stood upright.

He exhaled a long breath of stale air.

Under the morning glow, the stale breath Yang Yu expelled stretched for more than two meters and lingered without dispersing for a long while.

This showed just how profound Yang Yu's internal breath had become.

After completing his usual San Ti Shi and Zhan Zhuang, Yang Yu began practicing his fists again.

First came the Cannon Fist from the Xingyi Five Elements Fist!

This was also the fist technique Yang Yu had understood most deeply in his previous life.

Because during one act of bravery, a single Cannon Fist from Yang Yu had cost him one hundred thousand yuan.

That one hundred thousand had been the hooligan's medical expenses.

Of course, the person Yang Yu had rescued at the time paid the money.

She had been a beautiful, glamorous, wealthy woman in black stockings.

Later, Beauty had even dated Yang Yu for a time.

During that period, she had been extremely impressed by Yang Yu's Physical Fitness.

However, they had not been together for long before peacefully breaking up due to their different personalities and goals.

Although that glamorous woman later wanted to rekindle their relationship, even saying they could keep it physical without getting emotionally involved.

Yang Yu was not that casual a person. Besides, he had already decided at the time to focus on the Martial Way, so naturally he ignored her.

Remembering that incident, Yang Yu smiled knowingly.

What was past should remain in the past.

Besides, how could women compare to practicing martial arts?

As he unleashed Cannon Fist after Cannon Fist, each one Powerful and Heavy.

Yang Yu regained the feeling he had once possessed.

"That's it!"

"A fist fired like a cannon, charging forward without hesitation!"

As explosions of air rang out one after another, Wang Lin, who had been independently contemplating the fist technique nearby, was drawn over as well.

Watching Yang Yu's every punch shoot out like a cannonball leaving the barrel.

Wang Lin was deeply shaken. Then he recalled the scene of Green-Haired Punk's baseball bat being shattered by one punch. He had no doubt that if this punch landed on him, it could crush his bones in a single blow.