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Chapter 90 An Unexpected Joy: A New Profession!!
"I come!!"

Soon, someone in the crowd accepted the challenge.

As a martial arts practitioner.

They never lack the courage to take on challenges.

Even if he is the only player who doesn't need to participate in the qualifiers.

Fang Qingyu didn't speak, but simply beckoned to him with his finger.

"Chen Hu!"

The towering young man's muscles bulged as he clasped his hands in a fist salute, and before he finished speaking, he charged forward like a bull.

His whole body was filled with energy and vitality.

Upon seeing this, Fang Qingyu simply lowered his knees slightly.

The Bajiquan stance was formed instantly, and just as the opponent's fist, the size of a sandbag, was about to touch his face, his right elbow shot out from under his ribs like a poisonous dragon emerging from its cave.

Bang!
Chen Hu was sent flying three meters backward, landing heavily on his back on the ground.

His face was full of astonishment.

If I'm not mistaken.
It seems the opponent didn't use visualization techniques or qi and blood circulation methods!

"Your lower body is unstable; your stance training is not good enough."

As Fang Qingyu finished his attack, he casually pointed out the other party's problem.

Before he finished speaking, two more figures leaped onto the arena.

This time, the two rushed forward without introducing themselves.

The practitioner on the left, wielding Tongbei Quan, whips his arms out like whips, creating a whistling sound as he strikes through the air. On the right, the Wing Chun practitioner uses inch-force to aim straight for the throat, their combined attack sealing off all escape routes.

Fang Qingyu remained calm.

His right foot stomped on the ground, but it sounded like a thunderclap.

The ground was dented and cracked by his footsteps. Using the force of the impact, he spun around and leaned on the Iron Mountain, his right shoulder slamming into the center of the Tongbei Fist like a battering ram.

The man's arms immediately dislocated and hung down.

Before he could even cry out in pain, he was grabbed by the belt and thrown towards the Wing Chun fighter.

The two immediately rolled around in a ball.

Fang Qingyu frowned slightly upon seeing this and looked curiously at Lin Kang beside him.

Asking with eyes.

"Isn't that a bit too weak?"

The strength and other stats are up to standard.

But basic skills and stuff.

Good or bad
The three men's basic stance training and boxing skills are definitely not above the minor level.

Based on Fang Qingyu's current experience.

Their movements, when examined closely, were riddled with flaws.

Even if their power is weaker than after they have enhanced their visualization and qi and blood techniques.

It is also possible to win against a stronger opponent.

However, Lin Kang didn't say much, only calmly saying, "Continue."

This battle was clearly on a completely different level.

Obviously, there was no result.

It doesn't matter how many people are on the other side.

Three more figures leaped onto the stage below.

As the Mantis Boxing student lunged forward with his arms crossed, Fang Qingyu slid his elbow and cut at the wrist pulse, then struck the opponent's ribs with his left palm.

The man staggered backward.

The Eight Extremes Elbow Strike, aimed at the center line, struck the Tanzhong acupoint, pinning the person to a nearby pillar.

Immediately following, the martial artist practicing the Thrust Kick on the side raised his high whip kick.

Fang Qingyu took a quick step forward and rushed into the center line.

As the right foot slipped into the gap where the opponent was supporting themselves with one foot, and with a sudden shift in the hips and shoulders, the person flew out at an angle like a kite with a broken string.

The surrounding wooden stakes were cracked in a spiderweb pattern.

There's no need to fight anymore.

It was just a few simple battles.

Everyone then realized that they were no match for Fang Qingyu.

Going up there felt like being played with.
"See? That's the importance of basic skills."

Lin Kang's voice gradually turned cold.

Someone in the audience retorted, "Isn't it because he's skilled in martial arts?"

The techniques Fang Qingyu just used were indeed some Bajiquan techniques.

"hehe."

Lin Kang was so angry he laughed, and pointed at Fang Qingyu.

"Ask him yourselves what level his basic boxing and stance training are at?"

Everyone immediately looked at Fang Qingyu.

"Double Great Perfection, the Thirteen Forms of the Horizontal Sword have reached their pinnacle."

Fang Qingyu understood Lin's purpose and immediately took on the role of a straight man.

"hiss"

A collective gasp rippled through the air.

Lin Kang didn't continue to attack them; he simply waved for Fang Qingyu to come over.

How's your progress going?

"Well, all you need to do is refine the foundation and regulate the flow of qi and blood."

Fang Qingyu thought for a moment and then answered truthfully.

Once you've mastered Bajiquan, you can temporarily set aside martial arts techniques. Only the Qi and Blood Circulation Technique and your attributes haven't reached the required level yet.

As for the experience required to reach the martial arts apprentice level, with daily practice, it will be possible to reach the maximum level quickly.

"Then you can help me teach them the basics."

Lin Kang listened and nodded, then changed the subject.

"what?"

Fang Qingyu listened with a look of surprise and pointed to himself.

"I'll teach you?"

"Yes, that's you."

Lin Kang nodded.

Fang Qingyu said with a hint of helplessness, "I'm afraid I can't do it. I'm about the same age as them."

"You've already subdued them, so don't worry."

Lin Kang waved his hand without hesitation.

"And if I'm the one teaching, you'll be keeping an eye on the bureau chief for me!?"

It was the same excuse Lin used again.

Fang Qingyu couldn't help but ask curiously, "What kind of reward did I receive this time that requires you to keep going to the bureau chief for me?"

Lin Kang hesitated for a moment after hearing this, but still didn't say anything.

He simply waved his hand and left a message.

"You'll know when the time comes."

Then he turned to the crowd and shouted, "From today onwards, Fang Qingyu will be in charge of guiding the basic courses."

ding dong~
As soon as he finished speaking, a message popped up on Lin Kang's phone.

He picked it up, glanced at it, waved his hand, and turned to leave.

Fang Qingyu was not given any chance to refuse.

After Lin Kang left, a slight commotion arose in the crowd.

Fang Qingyu turned around.

He met dozens of complex gazes.

No nonsense.

Let’s get straight to the point.

"All four horses are level."

Fang Qingyu walked straight to the center of the field and held up one finger.

"One hour."

"Isn't this the most basic of basics?"

The student who had just practiced Tongbei Quan had only muttered half a sentence when he suddenly met those penetrating eyes, and the rest of his sentence got stuck in his throat.

However, most people still didn't move.

Fang Qingyu saw this.

He drew an arc with his left foot, causing his clothes to flutter even without wind.

Under the astonished gazes of everyone.

The blue bricks beneath its feet were visibly sinking downwards.

The spiderweb-like cracks were always kept within a small area.

"Standing exercises are not inanimate objects."

Fang Qingyu slowly extended his right arm like a python coiling around a tree, the joints cracking in a continuous line. "He must live!"

Next, he stopped paying attention to those who didn't move.

Whether they practice or not is their business.

Anyway, I only agreed to let Team Leader Lin take charge of teaching.

Just take care of those who are willing to practice.

Qi Hao did as instructed, and as soon as his muscles tensed, he heard a whooshing sound.

Fang Qingyu pointed his fingers like a sword and stabbed at the back of his knee: "The knee should not go past the toes!"

He then slapped his lower back hard, shouting, "Keep your tailbone straight!"

The towering man was knocked forward and stumbled. When he regained his footing with a flushed face, he suddenly realized that his blood circulation was much faster than usual.

A look of surprise crossed his face.

Fang Qingyu then flashed to the side of the student who had previously questioned him.

With a flick of the fingertip, the dragon's spine was traced.

"Shoulders and hips aligned, elbows and knees aligned, that's what you call 'throwing noodles'!"

As he spoke, he gripped the man's wrist with both hands, creating an arc resembling a gazelle's horns.

The student's pupils constricted sharply.

The sound of his arm whistling through the air was several times sharper than before.

"So it turns out you need to use your waist strength."

With Fang Qingyu's level of basic skills, he was more than capable of guiding them.

When the sun begins to set in the west.

The sounds of stomping echoed throughout the arena, gradually coalescing into thunderclouds.

Fang Qingyu moved through the surging qi and blood, sometimes raising his elbows to straighten them, sometimes pressing acupoints with his fingers together.

The guidance became increasingly effective.

More and more people are starting to get moving.

On the map
And a new page has quietly been turned.

[Martial arts instructor profession detected, currently activating (1/100)]

(End of this chapter)