Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 10 Acting

In the early morning, the sky was just getting light and the sunlight shone into the room through the misty fog.

As the dull bell rang throughout the Husha Gate, Fang Can turned over and got up from the bed.

He yawned lightly and suddenly found that his fist, which was covered in blood last night, had now stopped bleeding and formed a scab.

"Is this the function of talent 2? The lower the health, the faster the recovery. I just don't know where the limit of this talent is?" Fang Can guessed.

After washing up with the daily necessities bought yesterday, Fang Can went straight to the cafeteria, had a few simple bites, and then returned to the martial arts hall.

Unlike the hustle and bustle of yesterday, the martial arts hall was exceptionally quiet in the early morning.

This is not to say that there was no one in the entire martial arts hall, but that all the disciples were sitting cross-legged on the ground in an orderly manner, just like students waiting to attend a lecture.

"What's going on?" Fang Can was stunned for a moment, then he mixed in with the crowd and found a place to sit cross-legged.

"Hey, buddy, what's going on?" Fang Can asked a well-mannered and easy-going fellow student beside him.

"You're just getting started? You don't even know this?" The people around him looked at Fang Can in surprise. Although he looked young, it was obvious that he was past the age for serious martial arts training.

"Yes, my name is Fang Can, and I just joined yesterday." Fang Can did not deny it.

Although he was surprised at the age, the man still replied: "Instructor Yang informed us a few days ago that a steward who has graduated from the martial arts hall will come back to give us a speech."

“That’s a steward who has almost broken through the realm of shedding his mortal body. If he really sheds his mortal body and enters the second realm of martial arts, he will be able to take on the position of hall master directly.”

There was fanaticism in the eyes of the person who spoke. It was obvious that for those who practiced martial arts, the higher realms of martial arts were extremely attractive.

After hearing this answer, Fang Can could only suppress the urge to practice martial arts and wait quietly with the group of people in the martial arts arena.

As the disciples arrived one after another, the bluestone slabs of the entire martial arts field were already filled with more than a thousand people, all quietly waiting for the so-called manager to appear.

It didn't take long to wait, just over ten minutes, when suddenly a feeling of spiritual throbbing arose in the hearts of everyone present.

Fang Can felt as if a large hand was tightly grasping his heart. His breathing became heavy, as if he was being targeted by someone at the top of the food chain.

"It's out. This is definitely the manifestation of the mind that is about to break through to the realm of shedding the mortal body." Fang Can heard the gentle and refined fellow disciple beside him muttering to himself.

Noticing Fang Can's puzzled look, the fellow disciple explained with a hint of boasting, "The so-called mind phase means that as your mortal body gradually fades away, your new flesh and blood will gradually integrate your thoughts."

"At that time, there is no need to use force. Just a glance can scare people of lower realms to the point of being stunned. They may even be frightened to death."

As he was explaining, a middle-aged man in his 35s, dressed in tight clothes, slowly walked towards him from a distance.

"Clap! Clap!"

As soon as the man appeared, he became the focus of the whole audience, and everyone unconsciously focused their eyes on the middle-aged man.

That is the subconscious inability to ignore the predator at the top of the food chain, which is as frightening as seeing a Tyrannosaurus Rex walking towards you head-on.

Trembling, fear, shuddering...

Almost everyone at the scene felt their bodies shaking uncontrollably, as if sitting on pins and needles.

The subconscious part of his brain wanted him to flee far away from here, and he even had the illusion that he would die on the spot in the next second. "Ah!!!!"

I don't know who screamed first, but it was like a signal gun was fired, and hundreds of people turned their heads and ran back as if they had seen a ghost.

Under extreme fear, these masters who used to walk on the several-meter-high plum blossom piles with ease could not even control their bodies.

At least dozens of them fell to the ground helplessly, and then crawled backwards using their hands and feet, hoping to get away a little bit.

At the scene, Fang Can clenched his teeth, gripped his ankles tightly with both hands, and suppressed the desire to escape.

This was not because he was not afraid, but because he knew that he was not in danger and his blessing in disguise had not been triggered. The so-called death was just an illusion that the brain brought to the body.

The entire martial arts hall was in chaos at the moment, but suddenly the terrifying aura dissipated and the noisy screams suddenly stopped.

Everyone stared blankly at their panicked companions. The shadow of death that had just shrouded their hearts disappeared as if it were an illusion.

"Is this the state of mind?" Fang Can exhaled lightly, his back already covered in cold sweat.

The middle-aged man glanced at the dozens of people who had not moved at the scene.

These people have all begun to integrate their minds into their flesh and blood, which can greatly offset the fear brought on by the body's subconscious.

As he scanned the area, he looked with surprise at one of the eighteen-year-old boys who was sitting cross-legged.

With his keen eyesight, he could certainly see that this man had almost no traces of martial arts training, but he remained unmoved, relying entirely on his willpower to hold on.

The middle-aged man nodded gently: "Although he is a little older, he is a promising talent in terms of willpower. With three to five years of training, he can catch up with his peers. He may be able to shed his mortal body within twenty years."

As he watched the disciples gradually recover and return to their original positions, he said loudly:
"I am the steward that Coach Yang invited to give you a speech. My name is Gu Shuqi, you can just call me Steward Gu."

"My time is limited, so let's get straight to the point. This time I'm going to talk about how to nourish your spirit so that you can always be invincible."

Steward Gu looked at the whole audience and said, "For those of us who practice martial arts, fighting and sparring is common, but every time there is a fight, there are winners and losers. No one can guarantee victory."

"The firmness of your mind is related to the speed of your practice. Once you lose in a duel, your mind will be clouded for a long time and your practice will be hindered."

"And defeating your opponent will only make you spiritually perfect, and double your cultivation speed."

"As one grows stronger, the other shrinks, the strong get stronger, the weak stay weaker, and the winner takes all."

Gu Shuqi's words were neither hurried nor slow, giving everyone time to think. Everyone in the martial arts arena recalled the scenes from the previous martial arts performances and felt the same way.

In order to maintain a sense of superiority, the strong have always humiliated the weak, and the weak have always humiliated the weaker, almost forming a vicious cycle.

Seeing everyone nodding in agreement, Gu Shuqi smiled and said, "So, today I will teach you how to avoid entering this hell of weakening and achieve a win-win situation."

“I call this method the “acting method”.”

As he spoke, Gu Shuqi pointed to a disciple in the front row and said, "You, now I order you to severely humiliate the disciple on the left."

"Huh?" The disciple who was pointed at looked at his fellow disciple and hesitated for a moment.

(End of this chapter)