The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 2 Amazing Perseverance, Martial Arts Performance

"really?!!"

Wang Yi looked at Yan Zhendong who stood up excitedly, smiled slightly, and pointed at the four ingots of silver on the table and said:

"This is your monthly salary, a total of 40 taels of silver. As long as you don't hide it, I will naturally do what I say."

As he spoke, his tone sank: "Don't try to deceive me. I have the means to verify the authenticity of what you teach. Master Huang of Bao Zhilin is familiar to me. With his status as a master of dark energy, it is not difficult for him to distinguish the authenticity of what you teach."

After saying this, he pushed the four silver ingots in front of him forward, smiled faintly, picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

Yan Zhendong took a deep breath, bent over and picked up the four silver ingots on the table one by one, feeling their heavy touch, and the only remaining resistance in his heart completely dissipated.

For him who could barely make ends meet, these forty taels of silver were really hard to resist.

The other party was already past the age of martial arts training, so there was nothing to worry about. He could just treat it as accepting a registered disciple. And whether this noble young man could endure the hardship of martial arts training was another matter.
Yan Zhendong carefully put away the silver and said with a serious expression: "I can agree to this matter, but I have to say it in advance. If you can't bear the hardship of practicing martial arts, you can't blame me."

Wang Yi smiled slightly, put down his glass, stood up and bowed in return, saying: "Master Yan, don't worry, I am a reasonable person, and I have experienced inhuman pain. The hardship of practicing martial arts is really nothing."

"Okay! In that case, I, Yan Zhendong, will take this job!" Yan Zhendong bowed slightly, clasped his fists solemnly, and tactfully lowered his posture.

"Master Yan, you are too polite. Please go to my house first to wash up and have a good rest for the night. You will formally teach me martial arts tomorrow. I can't wait." Wang Yi stood up, bowed in return, then turned and walked out of the house.

"Haha, okay! Please go first, sir." Yan Zhendong laughed heartily and followed him out of Yuelai Inn.

Yuelai Inn, east wing on the third floor.

The sixty-year-old man with a monkey-like figure held the window sill with one hand, looking calmly at the two figures below that gradually merged into the night. He retracted his gaze and said lightly, "Dark Energy Grandmaster, it's interesting. Zhang Shan, let someone check it out."

"Master, do you suspect that the man is Chen Tiansheng's man?" The one who said this was the owner of Yuelai Inn, Zhang Shan, who was also an old man over fifty years old.

"It doesn't matter whether you doubt it or not. What matters is that when a business is in trouble, it needs to be more cautious."

"Okay, sir. I'll go down and arrange it right away." Zhang Shan bowed and retreated slowly. His steady and light steps showed that he had strong strength.

……

noon the next day.

The dazzling sunlight shines through the clouds like a golden sword, cutting through the haze that hangs over the heads of the people.

The royal residence and back garden.

An exquisite rockery is located in the center of the garden. The mountain is planted with pines, cypresses, exotic flowers and plants. It is surrounded by a clear pool with fish swimming in it.

In front of the quaint pavilion, Wang Yi was squatting in horse stance, sweating all over, and the ground under his feet was already soaked.

Even though his legs and hands were shaking from soreness, the expression on his face remained calm, as if he was not affected at all. It was only his breathing that became more rapid, indicating that he was almost reaching his limit.

Yan Zhendong put his hands behind his back, stood quietly by the pool, and looked at Wang Yi with complicated eyes.

At least half an hour had passed since early morning.

The boy, who was only a beginner, was able to persevere until now with his own will. His expression remained calm, as if the pain in his body did not exist at all. This terrifying perseverance really shocked him.

What on earth had the other party been through to have such incredible perseverance?

"Young Master, we will stop here today. If you continue to practice, you will hurt your foundation. Martial arts are about strengthening your muscles and bones, nourishing your body and mind, not just pursuing strength and bravery..."

The following words made Yan Zhendong difficult to speak.

If he hadn't been touched today, he would have almost forgotten his father's teachings.

Wang Yi nodded slightly, slowly stood up, and walked towards the pavilion with staggering steps.

He waved his hand to stop Yan Zhendong who wanted to support him, and walked to the stone table and sat down tremblingly, closing his eyes slightly and regulating his breathing rhythmically.

Yan Zhendong walked slowly into the pavilion, sat down beside him with a complicated look in his eyes, and asked in a somewhat inexplicable tone:

"When I first started learning martial arts, my father often beat me with a stick. If I had your perseverance, I'm sure I could have improved even more."

"Sixteen years of suffering from illness, several life-and-death experiences, and many heartaches...the pain of practicing martial arts is nothing." Wang Yi struggled to open his eyelids, his tone was gentle and calm, giving people a matter-of-fact feeling.

"Young Master suffered from a serious illness before?" Yan Zhendong's eyes widened, somewhat unable to believe it.

"Well, I have been plagued by illness for sixteen years since I was born. I have been bedridden for sixteen years. The pain has always been with me, and my heart has been tortured. After a long time, I got used to it... Now, I just want to pursue the limit of martial arts, to have the power to change everything and reverse everything."

Wang Yi smiled, and the fighting spirit between his brows to break through all obstacles was like the rising sun, making people unconsciously yearn to get close to him.

"I'm sorry... Young master has extraordinary perseverance and will definitely achieve something in martial arts." Yan Zhendong looked apologetic. He didn't expect that the other party would have such a miserable experience.

Wang Yi bowed and said, "Master Yan, can you demonstrate the Eagle Claw Technique? I am very interested in the art of fighting."

"Okay!" Yan Zhendong nodded in agreement, stood up and walked to the open space outside the pavilion.

He stretched his hands forward in the shape of eagle claws, leaned forward, and shifted his center of gravity forward, posing the starting posture of Eagle Claw Kung Fu, and said loudly:

"Eagle Claw Kung Fu, also known as Eagle Claw Force, Eagle Claw Hand, Flying Eagle Claw, etc., is a martial art that imitates an eagle's claw to grasp an object. This is a killing technique. The attack must be ruthless and the momentum must be fierce. Each move must attack the enemy's vital points. It is a fighting style that either kills or cripples the enemy. Young master, watch carefully."

As he spoke, his body moved rapidly, his movements were sometimes agile and sometimes wide and closed, his hands danced freely and flexibly, as if he had transformed into a ferocious eagle, swooping down on the prey in front of him, exuding an extremely fierce aura.

The movements were smooth and swift, dazzling the eyes. The fingers were as sharp as eagle claws, fiercely tearing through the surrounding air, making a series of wind-breaking sounds, as if tearing the enemy in front of him into pieces.

While he was practicing, he kept describing the details of each move, as well as his own insights into Eagle Claw Kung Fu, without keeping anything to himself.

"Huh..." Yan Zhendong finished his Eagle Claw Kung Fu, and stood facing the pavilion, bowing and saying, "Young Master, take a rest first. I'll go to Baozhilin to get some medicinal bath prescriptions. Starting tomorrow, I'll formally teach you to practice Iron Shirt."

After saying this, he turned around and left with heavy steps. He was deeply touched by the boy's performance. Thinking of his father's teachings in his childhood, his heart was filled with complicated emotions.

"Thank you, Master Yan..."

Wang Yi suppressed his fatigue, bowed and thanked loudly. When he could no longer see the other person, he narrowed his eyes slightly and sank his consciousness into the empty space deep in his mind.

(End of this chapter)