[Bright Force (1/500)]
Once the number on the panel reached one hundred, he entered the stage of Great Completion of Bright Force.
He remembered that Li Yan had reached Lesser Completion of Bright Force during his first year of high school, while it had taken him nearly two years to reach Great Completion.
Looking at the ruined sandbag, Yang Sheng knew that home could no longer meet his needs for boxing practice.
He tidied up the room.
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When he left the bedroom, he found that Aunt Chen and Guo Rui had already left.
Yang's father had also gone out to drive for work.
He casually cleaned the house, then took a refreshing cold shower.
After changing into a fresh set of clothes, he strode outside.
Today was the weekend, and Bay City Martial Arts High School strictly observed a two-day weekend.
On weekends, the school was open only to certain class officers, allowing them to use the school's cultivation resources.
Yang Sheng was in no mood to return to school, so he wandered the streets instead.
Bay City had quite a few martial arts gyms, but any halfway decent one charged a steep fee.
He dug into his pockets. They were completely empty.
Just as he was about to find a small grove to practice against wooden posts—
Someone tapped him on the shoulder.
"Student, I can tell you have extraordinary bones. Interested in boxing at our Skysea Boxing Gym?"
A man with a small mustache smiled at Yang Sheng, holding an ad placard in his hand.
Hiring boxing sparring partners, daily pay.
Sparring partner.
Yang Sheng's heart stirred.
What he did at school was serve as Li Yan's sparring partner. This job was a perfect fit.
Seeing that Yang Sheng was interested,
the owner of Skysea Boxing Gym hurriedly said, "We're a new gym. We aren't hiring instructors; it's entirely self-service boxing. We're hiring sparring partners not to fight people, but just to draw a crowd. You can give it a try. As long as you can move the big sandbag in our gym with one punch, the job is yours."
As he spoke, he stepped aside.
Yang Sheng looked behind him and, sure enough, saw a massive sandbag in the center of Skysea Boxing Gym.
"How's the pay calculated?"
"Fifty a day, all-you-can-eat medicinal meals, six hours of work."
This was the Skysea Boxing Gym owner's little scheme. It was hard to recruit anyone with a daily wage of fifty alone.
But adding all-you-can-eat medicinal meals would appeal even to ordinary skilled fighters.
Even if an ordinary martial artist ate six meals a day, they would only work six hours. At most, they could eat two meals in those six hours.
The Skysea owner had already worked out the costs.
How much could one person eat, anyway?
Yang Sheng felt nothing upon hearing the fifty-a-day wage. That pay was not particularly high.
But when he heard all-you-can-eat medicinal meals, his eyes instantly lit up.
He had just entered Lesser Completion of Bright Force. His training would only grow more intense, and ordinary food could provide only limited energy.
This was exactly when he needed medicinal meals.
"I'll try it first."
After saying that, Yang Sheng strode into Skysea Boxing Gym.
Inside the gym, someone was already trying to strike the huge sandbag.
The man before Yang Sheng had muscles bulging all over his body. He threw a punch, but the sandbag did not budge in the slightest.
The Skysea Boxing Gym owner said, "This sandbag was specially made to order. It's a full meter wide and weighs eight hundred jin. Those without any foundation really can't move it."
Yang Sheng planted himself steadily in front of the large sandbag.
His horse stance was solid. Then he pushed off with his feet, and a familiar sensation rose within him.
Though his sturdy spine did not exert force directly, it was like a giant hand, tightly gathering the strength of his entire body into a single punch.
He threw a punch.
There was a loud bang.
Violent fist wind exploded against the large sandbag in an instant.
The entire sandbag was sent flying upward by Yang Sheng's punch.
The Skysea owner was dumbfounded by that punch.
Yang Sheng withdrew his fist and turned to ask, "Can I start working now?"
The Skysea owner hurriedly put away his ad placard and reached out to clasp Yang Sheng's thick fist.
"Welcome aboard! You're now a member of Skysea Boxing Gym."
Yang Sheng nodded, then said, "Can I eat the medicinal meals now?"
The Skysea owner froze. "Oh, yes."
Before his words had even faded, Yang Sheng had already walked to the dining area.
He opened a serving tray and found freshly cooked medicinal food inside.
The medicinal meal in the pot was black as mud and carried a bitter smell.
If an ordinary person who did not practice martial arts saw this medicinal meal, they would surely cover their nose and flee.
But to martial artists, it was a rare treasure.
Yang Sheng picked up a scoop from the side and shoveled out several deep scoops, filling a huge bowl until it was heaped over the brim before stopping.
Then Yang Sheng stood beside the serving tray and began wolfing it down.
The medicinal meal smelled bitter, and it tasted even more bitter.
That was because it contained several types of Great Medicine. Not only could they help martial artists replenish energy quickly, they could also clear the meridians and restore the body.
But this bitterness was nothing compared to the hardships martial artists endured in cultivation.
Some martial artists even favored bitter flavors. The more bitter it was, the more delicious they found it.
Yang Sheng did not have that particular preference, but he ate extremely fast.
After only a few large mouthfuls, the heaping bowl was nearly empty.
Once his hunger eased slightly, Yang Sheng went for another serving.
Watching from the side, the Skysea owner began to feel a faint sense of foreboding.
Only after finishing a second heaping bowl of medicinal food did Yang Sheng stop. He nodded to the owner, then walked over to the large sandbag and began today's boxing practice.
Compared with an ordinary sandbag, the large sandbag was not merely bigger in appearance.
In terms of practicality, it also surpassed ordinary sandbags.
Especially for a martial artist like Yang Sheng, ordinary sandbags could no longer meet his training needs.
The large sandbag could withstand more damage, allowing Yang Sheng to release all of his strength.
Sure enough, as Yang Sheng hammered the large sandbag with punch after punch,
insights began to surge within him once again.
"Only by releasing enough force completely can I see the problems hidden within myself."
"The angle of my punch is slightly off. The root cause is that the muscles on the back of my hand still lack sufficient control."
"The back and waist are the key."
With the support of the Martial God Soul, his boxing would never regress. It would always advance in the most correct direction.
He recalled every detail of the basic boxing technique. As he stored power, he tightened his core, drawing all the strength in his body inward like a fully drawn bow.
When releasing force, he engaged his cervical spine, back, waist, and tailbone. Like a bowstring snapping free, he unleashed a power-charged punch.
Through such repeated practice, Yang Sheng's spine became extraordinarily flexible.
For an ordinary person, achieving this effect would take several months.
But now, his cultivation results were amplified a hundredfold. He only needed to repeat the practice a few times to gain enormous benefits.
As Yang Sheng gradually absorbed these insights, his cultivation began to increase once more.
[Bright Force (2/500)]
[Bright Force (3/500)]
Heaven helps those who help themselves.
As long as he worked hard enough and cultivated diligently, he would naturally receive more help along the path of cultivation.
If he kept moving toward his goal, then he would surely achieve it.
Yang Sheng's current goal was to take the Martial Arts Entrance Exam and meet Li Yan in the ring on exam day.
He would kill Li Yan with his own hands!
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