Fanatic!

Chapter 4 As if facing a formidable enemy
Chen Hanliang, Chen Wujun's father, didn't care that Chen Wujun was practicing standing meditation all the time.

After all, they're just kids, and they'll definitely be excited for a few days after starting their martial arts school.

After a few days, once the excitement wears off, things will start to get tough.

The old man didn't care how well his son learned martial arts; as long as his second son learned dentistry from him, he would never have to worry about food and drink in the future.

The third child is doing well in his studies; he can become a white-collar worker in the future.

As for the eldest brother… Chen Hanliang sighed when he thought of the eldest brother.

……

For the next few days, Chen Wujun went to the martial arts school every morning and worked as an assistant at the shop at noon.

When he has nothing to do, Chen Wujun stands in the shop practicing standing meditation. He even kicks off his shoes because he feels they are in the way, and his toes are firmly gripping the ground.

Chen Hanliang told him several times to put his shoes on, but he wouldn't listen.

He not only practices in the store, but also at home in the evening.

Even when walking, his toes grip the ground tightly with every step.

Chen Wujun knew very well that if he wanted to stand out from the crowd, he had to master what the martial arts school taught him.

At first, he felt like his legs were about to tear apart every day, but after a few days, the pain gradually disappeared, and he became more and more adept at standing meditation.

That afternoon, someone came to the store to order a set of dentures. With no other work to do, Chen Hanliang dozed off in the store.

I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly I felt like I was being pricked by needles all over my body. I woke up with a start and turned around to look around.

Then he saw the second brother standing barefoot on the ground, his toes gripping the ground firmly like iron hooks, his hips slightly undulating, his upper body leaning forward, as if he were sitting on an invisible warhorse.

His entire body was tense to the extreme, his body like a spring ready to spring out at any moment, and all the hairs on his body stood on end, like a wild beast with its fur standing on end, exuding a fierce aura.

Chen Hanliang was awakened by this aura. Even though he was just an ordinary person, he could feel the ferocity that the other party might pounce at any moment.

Seeing the second brother's appearance startled Chen Hanliang, and then his heart skipped a beat. Had the second brother gone mad from practicing?

At this moment, Chen Wujun stared intently ahead, his body suddenly trembled violently, and he lunged forward like an arrow released from a bow, thrusting out with an extremely sharp elbow. Only then did he suddenly wake up, panting heavily.

Then sweat immediately poured out of his forehead and body, covering him completely, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

"Second brother!" Chen Hanliang stood up from his chair.

"I've mastered it! Father, I've mastered it!" Chen Wujun was oblivious to his fatigue and the sweat on his body; his eyes shone with an alarming brilliance.

Just now, it was as if he was facing an unseen enemy, caught in the stress response of facing danger. His attention was focused to the highest level, everything around him was very clear, and he could even hear the sound of his blood flowing in his body.

Not long afterward, he lost control of his body, as if he had to rush out and fight the enemy.

That's why he lunged forward and then slammed his elbow down.

After doing this, sweat immediately pours out, cooling the body down.

Looking at Chen Wujun's excited expression, and recalling his earlier demeanor and ferocious, beast-like nature, Chen Hanliang opened his mouth, but ultimately swallowed back the words, "Wipe your sweat, don't catch a cold," his expression filled with complex emotions.

When Chen Wujun returned home that evening, he was still full of excitement.

Dinner at home was plentiful tonight.

"Brother!" A boy who looked somewhat like Chen Wujun ran out of his parents' room.

"Little brother!"

When Chen Wujun saw his younger brother Chen Wuqi, he smiled from the bottom of his heart.

"on vacation?"

"Yeah, finally it's a holiday!"

"How's school? Is anyone bullying you? If anyone is, tell me!"

After dinner, he sat on the sofa watching TV. It looked like he was sitting on the sofa, but his bottom was still two centimeters away from the sofa. His parents and younger brother didn't notice this.

"A murder occurred in Xiangbutou at nine o'clock this morning..."

The nightly police reports always cover where serious crimes have occurred, where robberies have taken place, and where gang conflicts have taken place.

Chen Wujun really enjoys watching this; he feels he can learn a lot from it.

In particular, when robbers are caught on the spot, he can find out from the news how and why they were caught.

Then put yourself in that situation and think about what you would do to avoid getting caught.

His father, Chen Hanliang, often told him that it doesn't matter if he doesn't do well in school, but he should still learn more and think more after leaving school.

He remembered those words.

After watching TV, Chen Wujun returned to his room, looked at the posters of female celebrities on the wall for a while, and then climbed into his bed.

After all, he's just a teenager who's finished middle school, so it's natural for him to have some fantasies about young and beautiful female celebrities.

This room is where he and his older brother live. Since his older brother doesn't go home, it belongs to him.

The third son, Chen Wuqi, usually attends a boarding school, but when he comes home, he lives in the same room as his parents.

……

The next morning, Chen Wujun went to the martial arts school and began practicing Zhan Zhuang (standing meditation).

While standing, I recalled the feelings I had when I practiced standing meditation yesterday.

Senior Brother Li watched the few disciples of the martial arts school from a distance. There weren't many disciples when he entered the school.

Those with money all went to learn new martial arts, while those without money simply didn't know how to practice martial arts.

Even if some students occasionally sign up, not one out of ten can stick with it.

Therefore, he didn't really care much about this group of disciples, and he thought that in a few months, none of them might stay.

Senior Brother Li watched as everyone practiced their stances, his gaze sweeping over Chen Wujun, and he nodded slightly in approval.

This latest trainee is very hardworking and progressing rapidly. His movements only need to be corrected once and he won't repeat them. I estimate he'll be able to stand properly on the charging stance in about two weeks, almost as well as I am.

Now it remains to be seen whether he can persevere.

The moment their gazes fell upon Lin Zetao, Senior Brother Li seemed to sense something and abruptly turned his gaze back.

Chen Wujun's toes gripped the ground like steel bars, his body heaving up and down, his hair standing on end, as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

His body was taut like a drawn bow, ready to be released at any moment.

"This...this!" Senior Brother Li's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Damn it, what the hell!"

He previously thought that Chen Wujun could master the charging stance in half a month, meaning he could stand for half an hour without getting tired or swaying, his body as solid as a rock.

But this child is now... standing there as if facing a formidable enemy!

Keep in mind that it took him a year of training to reach this level.

But this newest student has only been standing here for a week!
This is absolutely fucking bizarre!

If he hadn't known the student's background—that he was the son of Chen Hanliang's dental clinic owner and had absolutely no medical background—he would have thought someone was messing with him.

Just as Li Shixiong's heart was filled with shock and disbelief, the others also noticed the aura emanating from Chen Wujun.

Lin Zetao and several other students who were practicing the Golden Rooster Stance couldn't help but stop their movements, and even the students practicing in the distance stopped.

"Senior Brother Li, what's wrong with him...?" Lin Zetao leaned over and asked.

"Your classmate has never practiced before?" Senior Brother Li asked, his neck stiff.

"Probably not!" Lin Zetao wasn't sure either.

"What a stroke of luck!" Senior Brother Li turned his neck back and stared intently at Chen Wujun.

Ten minutes passed before Chen Wujun could no longer maintain this state. His body shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, and at the same time, he thrust out with his elbow.

Then, he was instantly drenched in sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

Chen Wujun stood there panting heavily, his gaze fixed on Senior Brother Li. He had just been in a state of high alert, and everything around him was crystal clear, including Senior Brother Li's words.

Chen Wujun's eyes and brows were filled with joy as he waited for Senior Brother Li's praise.

Young people love to hear praise from others.

Senior Brother Li circled around him several times, looking him up and down while making clicking noises.

"You really haven't practiced before?"

"No!" Chen Wujun said.

"You're 16 this year? You're going to high school in a month?"

"I'm not going to study anymore, I'm not cut out for studying!" Chen Wujun thought to himself with a hint of smugness, but his face remained obedient.

“That’s right. Since you’re not cut out for studying, martial arts is a viable path!” Senior Brother Li agreed wholeheartedly.

Then, changing the subject, he said, "Did you feel like your body couldn't hold on any longer and needed to release it? And then every sweat gland in your body opened up, and once the sweat came out, you felt exhausted?"

"Yes, Senior Brother Li, what's going on?"

"Because in normal combat, you only enter this state of high alert just before the fight. If you try to maintain this state all the time, you can't keep it up, and your stamina won't be able to keep up."

"So during battle, you need to stay close to entering that state, but not quite there yet."

"Otherwise, you won't be able to hold on before you even make a move."

"When you leave this state, your body will sweat a lot to cool down. After sweating so much, you will definitely feel weak. It's like taking a hot bath. If you soak for a long time and sweat a lot, you will feel weak when you come out."

Senior Brother Li explained in detail.

"I'll teach you a breathing technique in a moment. When you're practicing standing meditation, keep yourself in a state of being close to entering a state of readiness, but not yet having entered it."

Previously, Senior Brother Li didn't care about these disciples at the martial arts school. In his opinion, they might not be seen at the school anymore in a few months.

But now, Chen Wujun is viewed in a completely different light.

He practiced standing meditation so quickly that he reached the state of "being on high alert" in just one week, which was terrifying.

He couldn't wait to drag Chen Wujun to see his master right now.

However, he suppressed this idea and decided to teach Chen Wujun something else first to see if he could learn it just as quickly.

“Starting today, in addition to continuing to stand on the charging stakes every day, you will also stand on the golden rooster stakes just like them.”

Within a week, Chen Wujun had mastered the essence of the charging stance. He wanted to see how long it would take Chen Wujun to master the "killing" stance of the Golden Rooster Stance.

Senior Brother Li glanced at the others, and Lin Zetao and the other students quickly ran back to practice their stances.

Senior Brother Li then said to Chen Wujun, "The charging stake is the foundation, giving you a firm footing so you can move mountains. But if you want to fight, you need other methods."

Facing Chen Wujun, he suddenly lowered his body, firmly planted his right leg on the ground, and raised his left knee high above his waist. In an instant, he transformed into an extremely dangerous yet stable posture, like a fully drawn bow, with the tip of his knee as an arrow ready to be released.

"This is the Golden Rooster Stance. Your knees are the hammers! Your calves are the shields! The leg you raise is the warrant for the King of Hell!"

After resting for a while, Chen Wujun imitated his senior brother Li, grabbing the ground with one foot, raising the other leg over his knee, and protecting himself with his hands.

His body swayed slightly.

Chen Wujun's mind was entirely focused on how to stabilize his posture.

Senior Brother Li gently kicked his ankle, and Chen Wujun immediately fell to the ground.

"Where is your strength? Where is the root of the old tree? You can stand on two legs, but you can't stand on one?" Senior Brother Li scolded.

Chen Wujun gritted his teeth and got up, one foot with his toes gripping the bluestone on the ground, while the other leg was lifted up.

"Imagine there's an enemy in front of you, and you knee him so hard you'll smash his internal organs!" Senior Brother Li shouted.

(End of this chapter)