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At dawn the next day, before the morning fog had cleared, Chen Jin stepped into the mountain gate of Six Harmonies Temple.
Wu Song did not ask him to be tonsured, but only accepted him as a lay disciple.
Chen Jin knew in his heart that he must improve his actual combat ability as soon as possible, at least to surpass that Shennong Technique.
Otherwise, the next time you break through the peak, you will probably get another auxiliary skill, which will be very uncomfortable.
Six Harmonies Temple Far away from the hustle and bustle, only the morning bells and evening drums and the ancient Buddha's green lanterns accompany you.
Wu Song's teaching method is just like the person he is, strong and direct.
"Watch it!"
On the martial arts field, Wu Song sat on a horse with his waist lowered, and a set of simple and vigorous boxing techniques unfolded.
The method of exerting force is completely different from the modern free fighting that Chen Jin is familiar with. It pays more attention to the sound of muscles and bones and the inflow and outflow of internal energy.
Although Chen Jin has a 69% foundation in free fighting, and his physical coordination and understanding are far beyond ordinary people, but when he first came into contact with such advanced martial arts, he still felt restricted and struggled.
"That's not right!" Wu Song yelled like thunder, "The waist and hips are going to be heavy! The force is not thrown out, it is blown out!"
Before he finished speaking, a seemingly simple but actually powerful short punch came.
Chen Jin's blocking arm felt sore and numb, and he staggered back.
"Come again!"
"The steps are too frivolous! There are no roots under your feet, and your strength is like water without a source!"
Chen Jin tried to move around at an agile pace, but was accurately predicted by Wu Song.
I saw the other party take one step forward, blocking all the way out like a prophet, and then my shoulders sank, and a powerful force surged in like an overwhelming force.
Chen Jin felt his body light up and flew out uncontrollably. His back hit the bluestone floor hard, causing dust to fly.
After one day of hard practice, Chen Jin's body was covered in bruises.
Wu Song's boxing emphasizes the meaning rather than the form. The meticulous control of the whole body's strength and the instinctive prediction of the battle situation made it extremely difficult for him to learn.
In every sparring session, he was overwhelmed by the opponent's endless power skills and fighting wisdom.
However, when Chen Jin sank into the [nest] in the dead of night, the situation was completely different.
There was a lively atmosphere around the huge round conference table.
Every detail of being beaten and knocked back during the day is clearly reproduced here by the main consciousness, for all peers to analyze frame by frame.
"Look here," a colleague who focuses on human body mechanics analysis pointed to the slow-playing energy flow diagram, "The extent of Mr. Wu's twisting of the waist is three points smaller than what we imitated, but the instantaneous explosive force is more than twice as strong! The key lies in the tightness and rotation of the core group of the waist and abdomen at the moment of exertion."
"The moment he stepped to block was not a prediction," another peer responsible for neural reflex optimization immediately answered, "But an instinctive reaction based on the subtle pre-activation of our shoulder muscles! The muscle memory of the starting hand must be readjusted and all redundant small movements eliminated."
"And that strength," a peer with a high talent for traditional martial arts shone with excitement in his eyes, "it's not just the strength of the legs and waist, there is a vague vibration transmitted from the soles of the feet, similar to the enlarged version of "inch strength", but more powerful..." He quickly simulated and disassembled it in his mind, and deduced the corresponding force formula and qi route.
Countless reviews, deductions, and simulations of actual combat are carried out here.
All peers show their strengths and break down the seemingly elusive "meaning" and "potential" of Wu Song into data and techniques that can be understood, learned, and copied.
So, the next morning, changes quietly occurred.
When Wu Song struck again with that crushing fist, Chen Jin no longer blocked it hard, but turned his body slightly to one side, drew an arc with his arms, and responded with the force-relieving technique he had demonstrated last night.
Although he was still knocked back two steps, he stood firmly and the numbness in his arms was greatly reduced.
When Wu Song once again relied on instinct to step forward to block, Chen Jin's starting position had become more pure and clean, allowing that precise step to fall into the empty space for the first time.
Wu Song's eyes showed real surprise for the first time.
He could clearly feel that, just overnight, the young man in front of him had completely changed his understanding and use of power, as if he had gone through months or even years of hard training.
Most of the jerkiness and stagnation have disappeared, and there is a natural charm between the moves.
In the following sparring sessions, Chen Jin made rapid progress.
Although he was still completely suppressed, he was able to go from being unable to fight back at first to occasionally being able to block and dodge. He was even able to hit a few counterattacks that Wu Song also needed to take a little more seriously with his solid fighting skills and [Nest]'s in-depth analysis.
After the morning exercise that day, Wu Song saw Chen Jin's calm breath and restrained look in his eyes. Knowing that he had digested the foundation laid in the previous few days, he decided to really weigh his weight.
As he walked to the center of the courtyard, his voice sounded like a loud bell:
"Okay! Let's put aside all worries today and just attack! There are no taboos!"
Before he finished speaking, Wu Song's feet were slightly apart. Just standing at random, the momentum around his body was like a rock standing in front of the raging waves, as if he was integrated with the entire courtyard.
Chen Jin's eyes were focused, and without hesitation, he rose up like a cheetah, his fists howling, and he headed straight towards the middle palace.
The surging energy between the two instantly swept up the fallen leaves all over the ground, and the withered yellow leaves spiraled upward, turning into a chaotic whirlpool, shrouding the two intertwined figures.
In the vortex of fallen leaves, Wu Song's hearty shouting sounds were like thunderous explosions, intertwined with the fierce fist wind:
"The force is like a bow falling apart, and the punch is like falling stars!"
Two figures suddenly intertwined in the leaf rain, their fists and legs moving so fast that only afterimages remained.
Chen Jin instinctively used the force-releasing and force-generating techniques analyzed in [Nest], but Wu Song's punches were still as heavy as a mountain.
He only felt a series of needle-like tingling sensations coming from his face, heart, ribs, and knees, all of which were stopped by Wu Song's knuckles in the electric light.
That majestic mountain figure is as agile as an ape at the moment. Every step, twist of the waist, and shoulder movement carry explosive power that destroys everything. Every punch has a clear trajectory and is upright, but it is like a meteor falling from the sky, making it inevitable for people to avoid it!
"Hardness cannot last, softness cannot be maintained."
"The virtual and the real are mutually transformed, and the real skill can be seen between movement and stillness."
"The heart is like a hanging ape that needs to subdue a tiger, and the energy is like thunder rushing to suppress all directions."
"The bones are ringing to build the Tongtian Bridge, and the enemy is frightened by his punches."
Wu Song's punches and punches are integrated into one, and the simplest and most powerful principles in boxing are penetrated into Chen Jin's perception without reservation.
Chen Jin verified and combined this insight with the previous analysis, absorbing and digesting it like crazy.
Under this high-intensity pressure, his fists became visibly more condensed and thicker, gradually taking on the tragic meaning of going forward.
After a long time, the wind stopped, the leaves fell, and the dust gradually settled.
Wu Song stood upright with a long breath.
He looked at Chen Jin, who was dripping with sweat and whose chest was heaving, but whose eyes were as bright as sparks. Finally, he couldn't help but sighed with unconcealable appreciation:
"Good boy! Your understanding... is really astonishing. In just a few days, you can catch the seven-point punch of Lao Na, and you can even get a glimpse of the three flavors and use them."
Chen Jin took a deep breath, suppressed the boiling blood in his chest, and just saluted respectfully:
"Master taught me well."
Wu Song waved his hand and looked at the sky. "Tomorrow is the Qingming Festival, and I have some secular affairs to deal with. That's it for today. You can go find something to do."