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Chapter 7 Basic Boxing Techniques, is this kid on drugs?
morning.

When Fang Qingyu was pulled from his dream by his 7 a.m. alarm, the sky was still a deep, dark blue.

After brushing my teeth, I splashed cold water on my face, put on my clothes, grabbed my backpack, and headed out.

I rode my electric bike to the street.

The fried dough stick stalls on the street have already set up their frying pans.

Fang Qingyu habitually chose the plastic stool closest to the intersection, ate his breakfast, and enjoyed the little bit of peace and quiet by himself.

All in all, except for breakfast.

I'm busy all the time.

Practicing martial arts, delivering food, working as a security guard, and working out.
I ate lunch and dinner while delivering food.

Talk about it.
This was the first time he had experienced such a fulfilling life in this world.

Fang Qingyu enjoys this kind of life.

As he had experienced headaches before, confusion, anxiety, and fear were all preventing him from moving forward.

Life today is more than just a change in appearance.

It is also a psychological rebirth.

7:50.

Fang Qingyu arrived at Chenfeng Martial Arts School.

Coach Qin happened to walk over from the sidelines.

The practice area for basic skills is divided into several zones.

The first is to teach the basics of stance training.

Secondly, after mastering the basics of stance training, one can begin practicing boxing.

When the coach deems you to have met the standards, you can move on to the formal student class.

Fang Qingyu came today to practice his boxing in the designated boxing area, in front of his own boxing stance!
"Those who know how can practice on their own. I'll come find you later."

Qin Jiao stood in front of the boxing stance, left a message, and then asked all those who had just joined the second stage to come forward.

"Having mastered stance training means that you now know how to use your body, at least you won't kick instead of punching when I tell you to."

Everyone laughed when they heard this.

They still have a sense of accomplishment that belongs to them.

After all, there are still a group of people over there who haven't even mastered the basics of stance training.

"The boxing style I'm going to teach you today has no name, and all the major martial arts schools use this style."

"If you really have to give it a name, then call it Basic Boxing Techniques."

"Because this style of boxing is not primarily about injuring the enemy in actual combat, but rather about building a solid foundation!"

"Only by combining stance training with this set of boxing techniques can you maximize your health benefits."

Having said that, Qin Jiao bent his knees and lowered his hips, his Hidden Dragon Stance as stable as a stone lock.

The right fist emerged from under the ribs, the forearm muscles like a tightly wound cable, suddenly accelerating three inches from the fist post.

boom--

The dull thud of leather rang out simultaneously with the teaching voice: "Seven parts of your punches must be held back, and your stance must not be revealed."

The left fist followed closely behind, making a half-arc upward flick. As the knuckles brushed past the wooden stake, it suddenly transformed into a palm, with the five fingers gripping the stake and pushing and pulling, causing the stake to vibrate with a buzzing sound.

"The spine is the bowstring, and the stance is the bow back."

He took a half step back to demonstrate the finishing stance, beads of sweat dripping down his chin onto the indentation of the boxing post.

"With each punch, I imagine cracking the floor tiles and tearing the air apart, but when I hit the target..."

Gently press the knuckles against the leather.

"It should be like sheathing a sword."

"Remember, the fist is an extension of the stance."

He tapped his lower abdomen with his fingers.

"The power originates from the ground, passes through the dantian, travels along the spine, and finally exits from the fist."

Fang Qingyu frowned slightly after reading it.

This set of basic boxing techniques feels even simpler than the Hidden Dragon Stance.

There weren't many fancy moves.

Those who weren't paying attention would only think that Coach Qin had casually thrown a few punches.

But if you pay a little attention to muscles, you'll find there's a lot to it.

"Let's begin. Feel free to ask me if you have any questions."

Similar to the stance training, Instructor Qin only demonstrated it once before letting the students practice on their own.

Fang Qingyu stood in front of the boxing stance without rushing to begin.

Instead, we should first review Qin's posture before he threw the punch, and see which points of force he used.

Only then did he begin to throw punches.

Others need to keep throwing punches, expending energy to find the right direction to move forward.

But Fang Qingyu had his own diagrams to guide him.

When the first new word appeared.

[Basic fist techniques skill activation in progress (1/100)]

[Activation Experience +1]

Fang Qingyu then realized that he had found the right direction.

All that's needed now is for a miracle to happen!

The dripping sweat testifies to the activation progress bar, while the surrounding shouts create a uniquely masculine romance.

"Let's stop here and rest for half an hour."

Completely unaware that time was slipping away amidst the force of the punches, until Qin Jiao's voice rang out.

Fang Qingyu finally put down his aching arm.

My fists are numb.

The slight increase in physique last night did not make his body any stronger.

However, it's clear that it lasts longer.

"You went there yesterday?"

Sitting on the ground, Qin Jiao quietly walked over to Fang Qingyu and asked.

"Qin Teachings".

Fang Qingyu first stood up to greet him, then hesitated for a second before nodding.

"went."

If I say I didn't go, there's no way to explain it.

It's unlikely that Teacher Qin would be so bored as to investigate whether he actually went or not.

"good."

Fang Qingyu had lost count of how many times Qin Jiao had been right.

"If you're not in a hurry, start practicing for two extra hours every day from today," Coach Qin said after praising him, then frowned and pondered for a moment.

Although she said it as a hypothetical, her tone implied that she wanted Fang Qingyu to agree directly.

"it is good."

Fang Qingyu has no objection.

Sacrificing two hours of delivery time won't reduce your earnings by much.

Practicing martial arts is currently the most important path.

All other professions serve the purpose of martial arts training.

"come on."

Before leaving, Qin Jiao gave Fang Qingyu an encouraging look for the first time.

Actually, after spending a few days together...

Fang Qingyu's impression of the martial arts school and the Qin Cult has now changed drastically.

Before he knew anything about the coach, he thought that the coach was at most a little more capable than the average person.

And now.

It wasn't until I started learning the basics that I truly realized how powerful the Qin teachings were.

Although I've never actually fought in a real battle.

But Fang Qingyu now feels that he is more than capable of taking on a normal adult male on his own.

It's not because of any attribute, nor because I learned any fighting techniques.

Instead, they learned how to exert force.

As Qin Jiao said, entering the basics of stance training means learning how to use the body.

Even so, Fang Qingyu felt like a child in front of Qin Jiao.

This is not the momentum Qi Hao was talking about.

It's a man's sixth sense.

"Bang bang. bang."

But all his shortcomings will now become the driving force for Fang Qingyu to move forward.

An hour passed.

The new trainees are gradually losing their strength.

Two hours passed.

The veteran students were also swinging their arms, sweating profusely.

Three hours passed.

All the students were groaning that get out of class was finally over.

Only Fang Qingyu remained, tirelessly practicing his punches on the stances. As most people were leaving the venue, the sound of his punches was exceptionally jarring.

"Hello."

However, the crisp sound in his ear interrupted Fang Qingyu's thoughts.

"Hello?"

Fang Qingyu, panting, turned around to look at the person who had spoken.

A young woman in her early twenties.

He had changed back into civilian clothes, and the bulge on his chest was enough to keep the children from starving.

"get out of class is over now, aren't you leaving?"

The woman pointed around and smiled, her eyes fixed on Fang Qingyu without any attempt to look away.

"I want to practice a little longer. You guys go ahead, thank you."

Although Fang Qingyu was looking ahead, he did not make eye contact with the other person, and his words at this moment were entirely a subconscious rejection.

In his eyes, the words dancing on the chart at this moment were far more beautiful than women.

[Activation Experience +1]

[Activation Experience +1]

【.】

[Basic fist techniques skill activation in progress (72/100)]

Guided by the lighthouse of the map, Fang Qingyu hardly took any detours, and he was more diligent than anyone else.

This kind of progress is not surprising.

"Then I'll leave first"

The relationship between the two strangers who had just met ended before it even began, thanks to Fang Qingyu's unwavering rejection.

When most of the people in the venue had left.

Qi Haocai walked over from the other side, shaking his head and clicking his tongue in amazement.

"Tsk tsk, Aoko, how could you reject such a pretty girl?"

"With no woman in your heart, your punches will naturally be divine!"

Fang Qingyu didn't even turn his head.

"."

Qi Hao's lips twitched.

This is martial arts training, not becoming a monk.

There is no requirement for abstinence.

"Aren't you leaving yet? The martial arts school is about to close."

Seeing that Fang Qingyu showed no sign of stopping, Qi Hao asked in confusion.

"Instructor Qin told me to stay and practice more. You can go now."

Fang Qingyu then stopped and shook his completely numb fist.

Qi Hao's eyes lit up when he heard this, but he didn't say anything. He just left the martial arts school after saying, "Then practice hard."

By the time we got there, the martial arts school was empty.

The Qin religion has also disappeared without a trace.

Fang Qingyu didn't think too much about it. Since he said he would practice more, he had to practice until the time was up.

So he forced himself to endure the pain and threw a punch at the punching post.

In a corner he couldn't see.

Qin Jiao had actually been standing there the whole time, watching him from a distance.

It continued until almost 2 PM.

"hiss"

Qin Jiao, who had been standing still, finally couldn't help but gasp and touch his sparse hair.

"Did this kid take his medicine???"

(End of this chapter)