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Chapter 21 Dragon's Hibernation, Bajiquan!
"So, did you get it?"

Teacher Zheng stood beside Fang Qingyu's fist and asked softly.

"Have"

Fang Qingyu suppressed his shock and nodded.

He never expected that martial arts would bring him such a great shock in just two days.

First there was the concept of meridians, and now there's this seemingly frozen time.

That's a bit too fantastical.

"This is a breathing technique used exclusively in combat. You might think it's time stopping, but it's actually just focusing your attention on one point and performing at an extraordinary level."

Upon seeing this, Zheng Jiao knew what Fang Qingyu was thinking and explained calmly.

"Breathing technique?"

Fang Qingyu frowned and muttered to himself.

"Yes, that was just to help you remember the feeling. Next, I will teach you how to enter this state. Generally, how long you can maintain this state determines how long you can fight."

As Zheng Jiao spoke, he pulled Fang Qingyu to stand aside.

Hold up three fingers: "Inhale for three seconds, hold for two seconds, exhale for four seconds, and then repeat the rhythm of my knuckles."

The shelf was being tapped, producing a regular tapping sound.

"Inhale through your nose, expand your ribs, and exhale through your abdominal muscles."

Suddenly, Zheng Jiao lightly punched Fang Qingyu in the side.

The moment that should have caused a side stitch was instead mitigated by the precise control of the exhalation rhythm.

When Fang Qingyu took his third complete cycle of breathing.

That special frequency returned.

Zheng Jiaozheng's fingers, which had been tapping the shelf, slowed down again.

But the good times didn't last long.

Less than two seconds later, Fang Qingyu withdrew from this frequency again.

Everything returned to normal.

"Do you remember how you just practiced?"

Upon seeing this, Zheng asked.

"remember."

Fang Qingyu nodded seriously.

This is incredibly useful information that you'll need in real-world situations.

"Okay, you can practice slowly from now on. But you have to remember that this is just about high concentration. In fact, you are still very fast. If your body can't keep up with your reaction, you will still get hit."

"it is good."

Fang Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.

Actually, he noticed it the first time he entered this state, and at that time he threw a punch at Coach Zheng.

But Zheng Jiao managed to evade it.

It's just that the body can't keep up with the reaction.

After saying that, Instructor Zheng led Fang Qingyu to the boxing stance area.

"Practice your fists before practicing weapons."

"Practice the basic boxing techniques first, and see which style suits you best."

"it is good."

Fang Qingyu nodded in agreement.

After assuming the Hidden Dragon Stance, he activated his martial arts and performed a basic fist technique with all his might.

After watching silently from the side, Coach Zheng said, "You are more suited to Bajiquan."

"can."

Fang Qingyu answered immediately.

Even people who have never practiced martial arts should have heard of Bajiquan.

It is masculine, swift, and extremely lethal!

That's exactly what he meant.

"Fine, I can't teach you Bajiquan. You'll have to wait."

Seeing that Fang Qingyu had no objections, Zheng Jiao turned around and went to call for someone.

Only Fang Qingyu remained standing beside the boxing stance, watching the others practice.

I didn't notice it when I was in a regular class.

Only now do I realize how much stronger these people are.

For example, Qi Hao, when he practices boxing, has a fierce and menacing face. He can probably overwhelm his opponent with his aura even before the fight starts.

Although the sound of each punch hitting the punching post was not loud.

But Fang Qingyu felt that if a real person were standing there...
His head must be about to explode.

Moreover, everyone here is a martial arts apprentice.

Unlike in regular classes, martial arts apprentices are rare; most are ordinary working professionals.

The distinction between ordinary and formal is just right.

Didn't have to wait long.

Then Zheng Jiao came over with another person.

Fang Qingyu was about to greet him when he was taken aback by the person who had come.

"It's you?"

The newcomer recognized Fang Qingyu and greeted him with a smile.

"Do you know?"

Upon seeing this, Zheng Jiao, who was standing nearby, looked surprised.

"We met once at the club before."

The person who arrived was the red-clad professional.

The Whisperer

"You can call him Brother Zhao."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Jiao nodded and introduced Fang Qingyu.

"Brother Zhao."

Fang Qingyu nodded in greeting.

"It was originally supposed to be your instructor, Lin, but he's unavailable. Luckily, I also have some martial arts skills, so teaching you the basics of Bajiquan shouldn't be a problem."

Brother Zhao seemed to notice Fang Qingyu's confusion and offered an explanation. After speaking, he took out a stone from his pocket.

"Before you start practicing, you need to understand what it means to get started with Bajiquan."

After saying that, he threw the stone into the air.

When it lands in front of you.

Brother Zhao suddenly took a small step forward with his left foot, and his right hip twisted like a spring.

Fang Qingyu didn't even see the trajectory of the movement. He only saw his right elbow swing diagonally upwards with a whooshing sound, and the moment his elbow joint made contact with the stone, it exploded with a muffled thunderous sound.

The stone exploded and shattered in mid-air.

"If you want to learn Bajiquan, you have to be tougher than your opponent, no matter what your opponent is."

"So, do you still want to practice?"

Brother Zhao patted his elbow and asked with a smile.

"practice!"

Fang Qingyu suppressed his excitement and nodded.

He wasn't afraid of being tired or in pain; what he feared was practicing fake boxing.

With this kind of power, what's there to be picky about?

"Okay, I'll teach you."

After saying that, Brother Zhao led Fang Qingyu to the side.

Teacher Zheng stood there, watching Fang Qingyu's retreating figure.
Old Qin really wasn't lying this time.

Judging from the current situation, he is indeed a promising talent.

Even knowing the road ahead will be difficult.
His eyes showed not fear or hesitation, but an intense, surging excitement.

the other side.

"Brother, are you a Taoist priest?"

A few hours later, Fang Qingyu lay on the ground with lifeless eyes, muttering a question.

Meanwhile, Brother Zhao, also known as Zhao Feng, was squatting on the ground applying something to Fang Qingyu's limbs.

The two had already learned each other's full names while practicing Bajiquan.

Zhao Feng was very approachable. After practicing for a while, he asked Fang Qingyu to omit the character "Zhao".

"Yeah, how did you know?"

Zhao Feng was quite happy as he applied the ointment.

"You keep referring to yourself as 'this humble Taoist priest.' It's hard for me not to know."

Fang Qingyu endured the pain and turned over.

Don't let Zhao Feng's gentle demeanor and soft-spoken manner fool you; when it comes to teaching, he's ruthless.

Fang Qingyu is now quite certain that there isn't a single good piece of flesh on his body.

But it's all worth it.
[The advanced skill "Bajiquan" has been detected and is currently being activated (15/100)]

I've already got the third advanced skill!
The second one is the dragon's breath that just appeared.

Suddenly, there are two more skills that I can grind for.

"Hehe, how is it? Still in pain?"

Zhao Feng asked with a smile.

"Much better, what kind of medicine is this?"

Fang Qingyu put his training clothes back on.

"Here's some medicine for sprains and bruises. You'll need it when you practice Bajiquan."

Zhao Feng casually tossed the medicine bottle to Fang Qingyu.

"Uh"

Feeling a cool sensation on my body, I knew this medicine wasn't cheap.

Fang Qingyu didn't know whether he should accept the call.

"Take it, it's not much money."

"If you encounter a younger generation practicing martial arts in the future, you can lend them a hand."

Fang Qingyu listened thoughtfully: "Is this what Taoism calls fate?"

"Haha, you could say that."

Zhao Feng laughed heartily upon hearing this.

"Alright, I should go now. Starting tomorrow, your Lin Church will come to teach you."

Goodbye, brother.

Fang Qingyu could only sit on the ground and wave his hand.

"Goodbye."

Zhao Feng seemed to have something urgent to attend to, and he left in a hurry, quickly disappearing from the entrance of the martial arts school.

There are only a few minutes left until get out of class ends at 12 o'clock.

Qi Hao soon came over.

"Tsk tsk tsk"

"Qingzi, I'm sorry."

"?"

Fang Qingyu reached out his hand to him, a question mark appearing on his head.

Qi Hao put Fang Qingyu's arm over his shoulder, pulled him up, and walked towards the door.

"I forgot to remind you not to choose Bajiquan."

"why?"

Fang Qingyu frowned slightly.

He practiced for more than an hour and still really liked the style of boxing.

"Bajiquan is self-harm! Didn't you just experience that?!"

Qi Hao glanced at Fang Qingyu in surprise.

Fang Qingyu understood, of course.

In that hour and a half, Zhao Feng punched him at least a hundred times, hitting bones and other numb areas.

but.
Have you ever heard the saying...?

"All the pain that doesn't kill only makes people stronger!!"

(End of this chapter)