Chaos begins when one joins a martial arts school

Chapter 16 Enthusiasm
Yang Jing's body trembled, as if a membrane had suddenly shattered.

The familiar moves of the Mountain-Crushing Fist have undergone some subtle changes.

When throwing a punch, it is no longer driven by brute force.

The accumulated qi and blood in the dantian began to circulate along the meridians and flow into the fist.

When you land, your feet feel a sticky force, making you stick to the ground more firmly, and every step carries a solid foundation.

He abruptly stopped punching, and the surrounding sounds instantly became several times clearer.

The shouts of peddlers outside the courtyard, the calls of martial arts students practicing their punches in the distance, and even the faint sounds of insects crawling in the corner of the wall all reached my ears.

The scene before us seemed to have been washed clean; the patterns on the bluestone slabs and the cracks on the wooden stakes were clearly visible.

What shocked him even more was the new energy within his body.

It is not as fiery as blood and qi, but it carries a condensed and powerful quality, slowly flowing through the meridians.

Wherever it went, its limbs and bones felt an unprecedented sense of fullness.

Yang Jing could clearly sense that if he threw a punch at this moment, the force would burst out along the fist, and an ordinary strong man would likely suffer broken bones and tendons if hit by it.

"Is this what Ming Jin (明劲) is?"

Yang Jing muttered to himself, his eyes gleaming with unbelievable ecstasy.

He finally understood and was certain.

The panel's description was true; his cultivation indeed faced no bottlenecks.

What others had to go through arduous trials, even risking their lifeblood, to overcome was simply a natural breakthrough for him.

He tried to throw another punch, but before the force of the punch could even touch the stake, the obvious power had already been released.

With a "bang," a shallow fist mark was imprinted on the wooden stake.

Yang Jing stood there, staring at his fist, his chest almost overflowing with excitement.

After six months of hard work, countless drops of sweat, and the expectations of my family, my efforts have finally paid off!
He not only retained the martial arts school's qualification, but also stepped into the Ming Jin realm, which many martial arts school disciples dream of!
Yang Jing's breakthrough was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly disrupting the original rhythm of the courtyard.

Not far away, Sun Yong, the martial arts school owner who was instructing Lin Yue on how to practice his boxing, twitched his eyebrows slightly and locked his gaze precisely onto the arena.

He has practiced martial arts for decades and is very familiar with the aura of Ming Jin (a type of martial arts technique).

The force that Yang Jing's fist just now showed, though still somewhat raw, was undoubtedly Ming Jin!
A hint of surprise flashed in Sun Yong's eyes, and his hand stroking his beard paused slightly.

Yang Jing. He remembered clearly that his physical talent was very average, and he could only be considered mediocre among those with inferior physical talents. Although he had worked hard for half a year since entering the academy, he had always been stuck at the beginner level.

According to his estimate, it would be difficult to even touch the edge of the threshold within six months, let alone break through to the Ming Jin level.

But now, this kid has succeeded without a sound?
Is it enough to do it in one go?

"They were quite lucky."

Sun Yong pondered to himself.

To master martial arts, one needs three parts talent, six parts hard work, and the remaining one part depends on opportunity and luck.

Perhaps Yang Jing stumbled upon that bit of luck, which allowed him to successfully break through to the Ming Jin realm.

After his initial surprise, a smile appeared on his face.

In any case, it's always a good thing for the martial arts school to have one more Ming Jin disciple.

Disciples with the Ming Jin skill are the backbone of a martial arts school, capable of upholding its reputation, which is beneficial to both the school and the individual.

"Yang Jing," Sun Yong called out, his voice not loud, but clearly carried to every corner of the courtyard. Yang Jing looked up at the sound and saw the master looking at him. He quickly stopped his movements and bowed respectfully, "Disciple is here."

Sun Yong nodded, looked him over for a moment, and slowly said, "Now that you have entered the Ming Jin realm, you are considered my formal disciple. From now on, all your treatment will be changed to the standard of a formal disciple."

This announcement was like a boulder crashing into the crowd, instantly causing an uproar.

"what?"

"Yang Jing has broken through?"

"Has he entered the Ming Jin stage?"

"How could that be! His bones..."

As soon as Sun Yong finished speaking, a wave of discussion surged through the courtyard. More than thirty disciples in the courtyard all looked at Yang Jing, their faces filled with disbelief.

If these words hadn't come from the owner of the museum, they wouldn't have believed them no matter what.

A young disciple who had just entered the martial arts school gaped, his wooden sword falling to the ground with a clatter. "Senior Brother Yang really succeeded? I heard that Mingjin is very difficult to achieve. Many senior brothers have better aptitude than this Senior Brother Yang, but they still didn't succeed!"

Someone nearby swallowed hard, their tone dripping with sarcasm: "Who knows what kind of incredible luck he had! With his aptitude, he'd be lucky to even get started in six months, and he succeeded on his first try? He must have run into some kind of evil spirit while trying to get started!"

"He actually got into the zone."

Behind the crowd, a disciple who had joined the martial arts school around the same time as Yang Jing had red eyes. He had been practicing diligently for more than five months and believed that his physical constitution was even better than Yang Jing's. He had tried to break through the barrier last month but failed and injured his vital energy. He is still recuperating.

Zhou Lin and Zhang Kehan ​​stood by the courtyard wall, their faces frozen, as if they had been slapped hard in the face.

Zhou Lin clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh.

They were waiting to see Yang Jing get fired in half a month, but in the blink of an eye, this person actually broke through to the Ming Jin level? He became someone they might never even be able to reach in their entire lives?

"This is impossible," Zhang Kehan ​​muttered to himself, his eyes wide with disbelief. "He is clearly inferior to us."

Even Qi Yun, who had been observing coldly, was stunned for a moment, and then her brows furrowed even more.

Her gaze toward Yang Jing held not only disdain but also a hint of complexity.

This guy, whom she used to think was a fool, actually got incredibly lucky?

Several disciples who had been mentored by Yang Jing showed genuine envy on their faces.

A bearded man rubbed his hands together and said in a low voice, "I've only been in the martial arts school for two months, but to be honest, we've all seen how hard he's worked over the past two months. Maybe it's not all just luck."

But these words were quickly drowned out by an even stronger wave of doubts.

In most people's eyes, Yang Jing's success must have been due to incredible luck. Otherwise, how could he have surpassed so many disciples with better aptitude and risen to the top in one step?
Yang Jing stood in the center of the crowd, listening to the discussions around him that were filled with surprise and envy, but his face remained calm.

He knew that neither doubts nor jealousy could change the fact that he had already entered the Ming Jin realm.

He simply straightened his back and bowed to Sun Yong again: "Disciple obeys."

Sun Yong gave a light "hmm," and said, "This afternoon I will personally guide you in the minor mastery stage of the Mountain-Crushing Fist."

Once a disciple of the Sun Family Martial Arts School breaks through to the Ming Jin level, they become a formal disciple of the school's master, Sun Yong, and will naturally receive more guidance from him.

Yang Jing has just broken through and is about to begin the minor mastery stage of the Mountain-Crushing Fist, which is exactly the time when he needs guidance.

"Yes, Master!" Yang Jing replied solemnly.

Before breaking through to the Ming Jin level, he should have called himself the master, but now he can truly consider himself Sun Yong's disciple.

(End of this chapter)