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Chapter 3 Martial Arts Genius!?
"Here's your training uniform and your locker room number. Go change first, and I'll take you to the training area."

Early in the morning, Qi Hao was waiting for Fang Qingyu at the martial arts school.

"it is good."

Fang Qingyu took the clothes and went into the dressing room, where there were quite a few people.

However, apart from Qi Hao, he didn't know anyone else here. He quickly changed his clothes and followed Qi Hao to the training ground.

"Qingzi, don't worry about your tuition. I believe that with your talent, you will definitely become an elite student in the future."

"When you go out to compete, if you get a slightly higher ranking, you can earn tens of thousands in prize money."

On the way, Qi Hao, worried that Fang Qingyu would feel bad about the tuition fees, even offered a word of comfort.

Fang Qingyu was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

"Game? What game?"

"Martial arts competitions are usually organized by various martial arts schools in the city in conjunction with official organizations. The prize money is very high, with the first place winner receiving up to a million yuan. However, only elite students can register."

Fang Qingyu frowned.

He had never heard of such a high-prize tournament before, not even online.

"These competitions are all closed to the public, with no spectators other than the students of the martial arts school, so it's normal that you don't know about them."

Qi Hao immediately knew what Fang Qingyu was thinking, and offered another explanation.

Fang Qingyu nodded, then asked the crucial question.

How can one become a regular student or an elite student?

"There are no specific standards for formal students. As long as the instructor thinks your stance training is up to standard, you can become a formal student. As for elite students..."

"Besides looking at your martial arts skills, we also need to look at your talent."

Qi Hao spoke with a bitter expression.

"understood."

Seeing this, Fang Qingyu didn't ask any more questions.

"But with your talent, you'll definitely succeed."

Qi Hao quickly recovered and put his arm around Fang Qingyu's shoulder.

Fang Qingyu chuckled to himself.

"You just believe me?"

"Absolutely. I've already spoken to your coach. If you have any questions, just ask him directly. Don't worry about bothering him."

"Okay, thank you."

Finally, the two exchanged a punch and returned to their respective training areas.

The newly added students were assigned to the first row.

"My surname is Qin, you can just call me Instructor Qin."

When Qin Jiao saw the newcomers in the first row, he introduced himself and then got straight to the point.

"Martial arts practice has no stances, just as a house has no pillars!"

"Standing is the foundation of martial arts. If the lower body is unstable, no matter how exquisite the moves are, they are still superficial."

"Today I will teach you the first move, 'Fixing the Root of the Mountain'."

As he spoke, Qin Jiao suddenly took off his black training jacket, revealing his burly arms covered in scars.

He spun around with both feet, creating a distance of half a foot, then stepped back half a step with his left foot, his spine sinking down segment by segment like a dragon entering an abyss.

"Look at your nose with your eyes, and your heart with your nose."

When Qin taught pronunciation, his Adam's apple remained perfectly still, yet his voice was so powerful it made your ears ring.

He held that position for a full three minutes, until the bulging veins in his neck gradually subsided, then suddenly exhaled and shouted: "Turn!"

His right leg cleaved the air like a giant axe, and a cloud of dust rose as his foot slammed into the ground.

"This is the closing move."

Qin Jiao slowly straightened up.

"When setting the stake, one should be like a mountain taking root; when rotating the stake, one should be like a giant python shedding its skin."

Before the newlyweds could recover from their shock, Instructor Qin had already put his clothes back on.

"Everyone, get into position now."

Fang Qingyu doesn't have the troubles of a brain disease, and his memory is the same as a normal person's; he can still remember most of the moves.

However, it's unclear whether it was because Qi Hao had given instructions or because it was in the first row.

He had just bent his knees when Qin Jiao, who was standing next to him, kicked his foot: "Your knees are too far apart."

Fang Qingyu's expression remained unchanged as he changed his posture again.

Qin then moved on to the next one.

Before practicing martial arts, Fang Qingyu felt that it was a test of physical fitness and comprehension.

Unexpectedly, the first test after practicing stance training was mastering body control.

It's so astringent! So incredibly astringent!

Dingshan Root is like teaching you how to drive an old, dilapidated tractor again.

His entire being exuded a sense of absurdity.

I'm not tired at all.

But every part of your body is telling you that it's no longer working and you can't move it anymore.

This awareness will make people stop unconsciously.

The same applies to other trainees.

One after another, the sounds of people falling and wailing rang out.

Soon only some veteran students and Fang Qingyu remained on the field.

Qin Jiao, standing at the very back, looked slightly surprised.

Did Qi Hao actually find a genius?
Little did anyone know, Fang Qingyu was currently struggling to stay awake by looking at the book in front of him. (Career Chart, Page 2)

[Martial Arts Apprentice Class Activated (8/100)]

[Activation Experience +1]

I do not know how long it has been.

Fang Qingyu could no longer hold on until he felt a hand on his shoulder.

Fortunately, this hand caught him and prevented him from falling.

"Thank you, Instructor Qin."

Fang Qingyu turned his head and nodded his thanks.

"Have you practiced before?"

Qin Jiao gently helped Fang Qingyu sit on the ground, and asked with a slight frown.

"No, this is our first time meeting."

Fang Qingyu paused for a moment, then shook his head.

"good."

Qin Jiao nodded slightly and walked to the front.

"Take a half-hour break, and try not to sit still. Try to move around and stretch your muscles."

After saying that, he walked to the sidelines.

The trainees immediately erupted in chaos, releasing their previously suppressed groans.

I'm not tired
But it hurts.

This includes Fang Qingyu.

He now feels as if his muscles are being pricked with needles.

However, looking at the job panel where the activation progress had reached 11%, the pain seemed to lessen a bit.

When anything has a progress bar, the inner motivation is amplified infinitely.

"Wow, Aoko!"

Just then, Qi Hao finished his training and came over to pat Fang Qingyu on the shoulder.

He trains on the other side, but occasionally keeps an eye on what's happening here.

"Ouch, it hurts so much!"

Fang Qingyu gasped.

"It's okay, practice boldly. After class, I'll take you to have some fun."

Qi Hao found it amusing, recalling how he had come to this point himself. He then leaned closer, raised an eyebrow, and whispered.

Fang Qingyu looked at him with a strange expression.

No matter how you look at it, it's disgusting.

Half an hour passed quickly, and Qin Jiao returned.

The trainees were divided into two groups this time.

In the first batch, Fang Qingyu and others continued to train Ding Shan Gen.

The others practiced the next stance training.

This cycle repeated for two rounds.

"Stop."

Qin Jiao suddenly called out to Fang Qingyu.

Fang Qingyu slowly straightened up, looking puzzled.

"You've progressed enough to learn the second move."

Instructor Qin led Fang Qingyu to the group of students practicing the second form.

He took two bamboo poles from the wooden shelf next to him and placed them across Fang Qingyu's shoulders: "The second move is called 'Horse Riding Post,' watch carefully."

He spread his legs shoulder-width apart, and bent his knees at an angle so precise it looked like it had been carved with a protractor: “Hips should feel like you’re sitting on a saddle, with your toes turned inward at a 15-degree angle.”

The cloth shoes made a squeaking sound as they rolled on the ground.

Fang Qingyu squatted down in the same posture as him, and immediately felt a tearing soreness in his thigh.

Qin Jiao suddenly poked the end of the bamboo pole into the back of his knee: "Don't let your knees go past your toes!"

The force transmitted through the bamboo pole almost made Fang Qingyu kneel down, and he hurriedly adjusted his center of gravity and retreated.

"Follow your heartbeat with your breathing." Qin Jiao walked around behind him and placed his palm on Fang Qingyu's violently heaving ribs. "Inhale here, don't shrug your shoulders." With his calloused thumb pressing against the diaphragm, Fang Qingyu suddenly coughed.

"Continue!" The bamboo stick struck the trembling calf. "Imagine there's a chair behind you, whether you sit down or not."

When sweat seeped onto the ground, leaving watermarks, Fang Qingyu realized that riding a horse on a stake was even more torturous than fixing the root of the nose.

The muscles on the front of my thighs throbbed, and my feet felt like they were stepping on a red-hot iron plate.

But when he peeked at the other students, he found that even the senior students could barely last five minutes.

"Turn your hip!" Qin suddenly kicked him in the left hip bone.

Fang Qingyu staggered and spun halfway around before the bamboo pole fell to the ground with a thud.

Just as he was about to bend down to pick it up, he was struck on the wrist by a bamboo stick: "If your horse stance breaks, you have to start over!"

It wasn't until his third attempt that he managed to complete the hip rotation.

Then, Qin Jiao pressed three blue bricks onto his thighs: "Only when the bricks stop wobbling can you be considered to have entered the door."

This sudden, strict, and personal instruction brought Fang Qingyu both pain and joy.

Pain is physical pain.

The good news is that the activation progress of the career panel is skyrocketing.

(End of this chapter)