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Chapter 15 The Difference Between Practical Application and Form
Do you know why people criticize martial arts for being all show and no substance?

Qin Jiao picked up the short stick again and whipped Fang Qingyu's arms as he continued to punch.

"Because too many people treat sparring as real combat."

Then he kicked Fang Qingyu's raised foot.

"You're fighting inanimate objects that can't fight back every day; you're training muscle memory, not the instinct to kill."

The short stick suddenly jabbed into Fang Qingyu's armpit: "If you really run into thugs trying to take over your territory, who's going to fight you the usual way?" The stick tip slid down towards his groin, "They specifically target your groin area when you're in a horse stance!"

Fang Qingyu originally thought he was extremely familiar with stance training and boxing techniques.

Before Qin Jiao, they were like three-year-old children learning to speak.
“As I said before, stance training is flexible; those fixed postures can be transformed into any other posture at any time.”

With a flick of his wrist, Qin Jiao's short stick suddenly changed from a thrust to a grappling motion, wrapping around Fang Qingyu's right arm as he was blocking and pulling it to the side.

Fang Qingyu stumbled and bumped into the wooden dummy, his lower back aching from the protruding wooden arm.

"Remember this pain!"

The short stick smacked him on the back of the knee.

"Who's going to wait for you to assume a proper horse stance?"

Just as Fang Qingyu was about to bend his knees to steady himself, the shadow of the stick darted towards his ribs like a venomous snake.

Just as I was about to block it, the short stick moved along my jawline again, the cold wooden edge pressed against my throat.

"You focus too much on the rigid movements and techniques of stance training and boxing."

"Come again!"

Just as Fang Qingyu was about to assume his starting stance, the short stick pierced the air and aimed straight for his face.

He instinctively shrank his neck and hid his head.

"Rotate your hips!"

With a roar, Fang Qingyu almost rolled away to dodge the staff that swept down to his body, but as he rolled, he subconsciously formed his fingers into a knife and slashed diagonally at Qin Jiao's ankle.

This is a movement that has never been performed in stance training.

However, the short stick suddenly stopped half an inch from his temple.

Qin finally showed his first smile of the day: "So you finally know how to think with your ass?"

Fang Qingyu finally understood what Qin Jiao meant by "living stance training," and said thoughtfully:

"So, stance training and fist techniques aren't used for fighting?"

"I have always emphasized that this is God's way to strengthen the body!"

Qin Jiao said irritably.

"Standing exercises build your foundation, while boxing techniques train your power generation skills."

"As long as you have a solid foundation, you can always unleash your full power. Do you think you can't beat an ordinary person?"

"Won't."

Fang Qingyu shook his head seriously.

"That's right. The most important thing for you now is to liberate yourself and not let your previous attitude limit your thinking."

"True martial arts techniques must be learned in formal classes; those are the real killing techniques!"

"If you lay a foundation now, you'll be able to progress faster than others when you go to the formal class."

"understood."

Fang Qingyu let out a breath.

"Okay, that's enough for today. We'll continue tomorrow."

Then, Qin checked the time and announced the disbandment.

Fang Qingyu was about to turn around to take a shower and change his clothes when he suddenly remembered something.

"Hey, Instructor Qin, I'd like to ask you a question."

"What's the matter?"

Qin Jiao turned around again.

Do you know the Tongyuan Fighting Gym in the city?

"That sounds familiar, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to ask if this kind of venue is legal and compliant."

Fang Qingyu touched his head.

Qin Jiao was a little confused: "It's legal. It's just a place to place bets on boxing matches. There must be several in the city. You want to go there to box?"

"Oh no, I'm going there to work as a security guard."

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Qin Jiao's lips twitched as he listened.

"You might as well go box and you'd earn more than you do as a security guard."

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu's eyes suddenly lit up.

Looking at the professional title above Coach Qin's head.
It seems like it might actually be worth a try?
"Is it okay for people from martial arts schools to go and practice boxing?"

However, we still need to ask first.

"It's okay. If you don't make it to the elite class, you can't participate in the martial arts school's official competitions, so many people go to boxing to make money. Otherwise, how could they go to the club every day?"

Qin Jiao didn't expect Fang Qingyu to be so clueless, so he patiently explained again.

"Okay, I understand. Thank you, Instructor Qin."

Fang Qingyu nodded and saw Qin Jiao off.

Although he still wanted to ask why he hadn't seen any students from the elite class, he already had too many questions for today.

After taking a shower and changing his clothes, Fang Qingyu left the martial arts school, rode his electric scooter, and started working as a food delivery driver.

However, his mind was already set on his security guard job that night.

While waiting for my food, I also looked up the techniques of boxing at a fight gym online. It's different from what I learned in my previous life.

Weight or similar criteria were not used to classify weight classes.

There are two types of competitions here.

One type of competition involves the venue organizer randomly assigning opponents. This type of competition emphasizes randomness, meaning you could potentially face anyone.

The second type is a ring match.

You can go up and become the reigning champion, waiting for others to challenge you, or you can take the initiative to challenge any reigning champion.

The rules are simple.

The prize money is not low at all.
In the arena competition, the champion receives a reward of 10 for ten consecutive wins, and a reward of 2 for successfully challenging the champion.

Randomly arranged competitions are even more terrifying.

They take a cut based on the amount wagered.

The largest single event, according to news reports, cost over a million.

I really need to see more of the world.

Fang Qingyu was somewhat moved after reading it.

I used to be so focused on just surviving that I never paid any attention to this kind of information.

Actually, you can find this information with just a simple search.

I only found out now.

Fortunately, it's not too late.

Or rather, it's just right!
Fang Qingyu was now looking forward to seeing what the fight gym would be like that night.

It was delivered around 6 PM.

I glanced at the delivery driver's screen.

【Occupation: Deliveryman Lv.1 (59/100)】

[Basic Job Skills: Electric Scooter Driving Lv.2 (33/200)]

They are all experiencing steady growth.

He then went home, changed into his security guard uniform, and stuffed a loose-fitting set of clothes into his backpack.

Only then did they set off for the fight gym.

Wuli Street

Fang Qingyu hadn't noticed this address before.

I only just realized that this fighting gym is located on the busiest street in Qingjian City.

This place is jokingly called...

"Five miles contain five cities, every step is bustling with prosperity!"

It's easy to imagine how luxurious this place is.

Fang Qingyu rode his electric scooter into Wuli Street and stopped in front of the Tongyuan Fighting Hall.

"That's really luxurious."

Above the twelve-meter-high brass revolving door hangs an array of crystal chandeliers, and on either side of the marble steps stand life-size bronze statues, not the usual muscular figures, but boxers wrapped in bandages making punching motions.

Fang Qingyu parked his electric scooter and walked up the steps.

I told the doorman I was there to register, and he let me in.

"Your job is to prevent any audience members from rushing off the stage. If they attack you, you can fight back, understand?"

The head of security here is named Lü Chen. He looks to be in his thirties and is exceptionally burly.

"clear."

"Okay, tonight you'll stand next to the fighting ring and learn how to do it. Tomorrow we'll arrange for you to go to the audience."

"it is good."

After giving his instructions, Lü Chen led Fang Qingyu through the carpeted staff corridor.

The moment the soundproof door was pushed open, the sound waves mixed with the aroma of cigars rushed into my nostrils.

Seven gilded fighting arenas are arranged in a plum blossom pattern, with cables wrapped in gold thread around each arena. Bohemian crystal chandeliers hang from the octagonal cage ceiling, and shimmering light flows across the deep red velvet seats.

Waiters in fishtail skirts scurried about carrying chilled champagne glasses, the gold leaf floating in the goblets trembling with the cheers.

"Go ahead, find a platform to stand on, but don't stand too close."

Lu Chen patted Fang Qingyu on the shoulder.

"it is good"

Fang Qingyu took a deep breath and walked towards the nearest fighting ring.

Focus your attention on the two people above who are about to begin their fight.

One professional entry is "Muay Thai fighter," and the other is "Jiu-Jitsu practitioner."

However, Fang Qingyu wasn't surprised, because this wasn't the first time he had encountered this profession.

Before registering at the martial arts school, he also visited venues for Sanda and Judo.

All the coaches inside have this title.

"Ding Dong——"

Suddenly, a bell rang out in the air above the field.

It's about to begin!!
Fang Qingyu has now gotten a little used to the stares of those around him and has turned his attention to the two people on the stage.

I'll take a look.

How do the coaches at these venues compare to Coach Qin?

(End of this chapter)