Chaos begins when one joins a martial arts school

Chapter 15 Breakthrough
The front yard of Sun's Martial Arts School.

Yang Jing's punches grew heavier and heavier, and sweat dripped down his chin, splashing onto the bluestone slab and leaving a small wet patch.

He was completely unaware, only repeating the moves of the Mountain-Crushing Fist over and over again, each punch as if he were challenging himself.

Near the wall, several disciples who were resting were talking quietly, their eyes fixed on Yang Jing, who was focused on practicing his boxing.

"Look at Senior Brother Yang, he's really got a lot of energy. He came before dawn and hasn't rested since."

A newly arrived young disciple sighed softly, his eyes filled with admiration, "If it were me, I wouldn't have been able to hold on much longer."

Someone nearby scoffed. It was a senior disciple who had been with the school for three months. He crossed his arms and glanced sideways at Yang Jing, who was practicing his punches: "What's the use of hard work? Martial arts are all about talent and aptitude. He's been practicing for almost half a year and is still stuck in the beginner stage. He hasn't even gone through a single trial. It's clear that his aptitude is extremely poor. Any further training will just be a waste of effort."

“Exactly,” another disciple chimed in, his tone full of disdain. “I heard from Senior Brother Zhang Kehan ​​that this Yang Jing used to hang out with them, but now he’s putting on airs. Does he really think that just by practicing like crazy, he can succeed in passing the challenge? Haven’t you seen that most of those with better talent than him have already left?”

“I bet he won’t last more than half a month. Maybe he won’t even have a chance to knock on the door before he can’t handle the pressure and leaves in disgrace.”

Yang Jing didn't care about what others said.

Having lived two lives and experienced time travel, he naturally possesses a strong heart.

He had endured all sorts of harsh words and sarcastic remarks over the past few months, but they had not shaken him in the slightest.

Yang Jing continued to practice his boxing diligently, his punches remaining powerful and fierce.

The master of the hall, Sun Yong, came out from the inner courtyard, glanced at Yang Jing from afar, shook his head and walked away to give Lin Yue pointers on his cultivation.

In this martial arts school, innate talent is more precious than hard work. Most people have long been accustomed to measuring everything by results, and no one is willing to believe that someone with average talent can create miracles.

Only the new boy remained standing there, watching Yang Jing's sweat-drenched back, clenching his fists.

In the shadows by the courtyard wall.

Zhou Lin nudged Zhang Kehan ​​with his elbow and gestured with his chin toward Yang Jing, "Look at him, still practicing like an idiot, spinning like a top, never getting tired."

Zhang Kehan ​​followed her gaze and saw Yang Jing pounding his fists on the wooden stake, veins bulging on his forehead. He couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Isn't that right? Even at this point, he's still clinging to that old idea. Does he really think he can change his fate through hard work alone? If he doesn't hurry up and make some connections to see if he can stay in the city, he might have to pack up and go back to his village to farm."

“I’m having dinner with Lü Yang tonight, so I can have a good talk about this. I guarantee he’ll laugh until his stomach hurts.” Zhou Lin curled his lips, his tone laced with mockery. “I really didn’t expect him to become such a martial arts fanatic. It’s a pity he’s obsessed with the wrong thing.”

Half a year has passed since Lü Yang joined the martial arts school, but he failed to reach the Ming Jin realm. He left the school a month ago. The three of them still meet occasionally, but the frequency of their meetings is decreasing. Tonight, however, they have arranged to have dinner together.

Zhang Kehan ​​nodded, chuckled softly, but his laughter carried a hint of schadenfreude.

He and Zhou Lin didn't actually have many days left to spend at the martial arts school, so seeing Yang Jing "struggling" like this became a rare source of amusement.

On the other side of the open space.

Qi Yun was exchanging blows with Lin Yue.

She had already reached the level of internal strength, and her skills far surpassed Lin Yue's. However, she deliberately held back her strength, only gently guiding him when his moves revealed a flaw. She also gave him gentle advice, and her approachable demeanor was completely different from her usual self.

Clearly, she was intentionally trying to befriend this exceptionally talented junior brother.

"Master." Lin Yue, with his sharp eyes, spotted the approaching Master Sun Yong first and quickly stopped his attack.

Qi Yun also turned around and bowed respectfully.

Sun Yong waved his hand, his gaze falling on Lin Yue. Pointing to his punching style, he said, "Your 'Crushing Mountains and Splitting Rocks' move was too hasty. You didn't calm your dantian energy. It should be like striking a bell, accumulating energy before releasing it."

As he spoke, he raised his hand to demonstrate.

Lin Yue listened intently, nodding occasionally.

Qi Yun stood aside, and seeing that there was nothing for her to do, she quietly slipped away.

As she passed through the courtyard, her gaze swept over Yang Jing. She saw him still engrossed in his training, sweat pouring down his forehead like water, the sound of his fists striking the wooden stakes dull and obsessive. She couldn't help but scoff and turn away. "Hopelessly stupid."

She thought to herself, "They're about to be kicked out, yet they still want to fight for that so-called sliver of hope. How ridiculous and pathetic."

In her view, those who know when to yield are the heroes; to do something knowing it's impossible is not perseverance, but foolishness.

As the sun climbed to its zenith, Yang Jing's movements gradually became sluggish, his blood and qi surged violently, and beads of sweat rolled even more profusely on his forehead.

Just as he was trying to catch his breath, a gentle voice came from behind him.

“Junior brother, lower your shoulders, don’t shrug. The Crushing Mountain Fist emphasizes the unity of waist and stance. Your punch looks fierce, but the power is all being released in your shoulders.”

Liu Maolin walked over, raised his hand and gently pressed on Yang Jing's shoulder. A steady force came through, and Yang Jing felt his tense shoulders and neck relax instantly.

"Thank you, Senior Brother." Yang Jing, panting, adjusted his posture as instructed and indeed felt that his punches flowed more smoothly.

"Don't panic, take your time, you'll definitely succeed!" Liu Maolin patted him on the back, his eyes filled with genuine encouragement. "The challenge isn't just about physical talent, but also about spirit. Your drive is stronger than many people's."

Yang Jing nodded, feeling a warm glow inside. Just as he was about to say something more, Liu Maolin pointed at his gait again: "Make your steps more steady, like you're rooted to the ground."

Under the locust tree not far away, Qi Yun watched all this with a mocking smile.

She had just come from Lin Yue's place, and was holding a piece of osmanthus cake that she had just asked Zhang Kehan ​​to buy from the street. It was Lin Yue's favorite, and she had specially asked someone to buy it for her.

"It's really stupid to have all of them together."

Qi Yun sneered inwardly.

Liu Maolin had a high reputation in the Sun family martial arts school and was among the top in terms of strength, but he had terrible judgment and spent his time on a disciple like Yang Jing who was destined to be eliminated.

Guidance? Encouragement?
It was a complete waste of effort.

Yang Jing has mediocre talent and is nearing the end of his lifespan. Even if a god came to guide him, it wouldn't change anything. Putting effort into him would be a complete waste of money.
She glanced at Lin Yue, who was being called away by his master not far away, and a shrewd glint flashed in her eyes.

Compared to Yang Jing, who's just a piece of scrap metal, Lin Yue is the real potential stock, and now that the master of the hall values ​​him, his future is limitless.

If you build a good relationship with him now, he will soar to great heights in the future. As the first person to befriend him, the benefits you will receive are far greater than those of a worthless nobody like Yang Jing.

Qi Yun straightened her clothes, held the osmanthus cake, and walked towards Lin Yue with a smile.

As she passed by Yang Jing and Liu Maolin, she didn't even glance at them. Rather than wasting time on fools, she should focus on building her network of connections; that was the way to establish herself.

Yang Jing ignored all outside opinions and focused solely on practicing his boxing.

He has already mastered the "Crushing Mountain Fist" to the limit of the beginner stage. If it is true, as the panel says, that he has no bottlenecks in cultivating any skill or martial art, then his breakthrough to the Ming Jin realm should be today.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Soon, an hour had passed.

As noon approached, some people were already preparing to leave for lunch.

Yang Jing was still practicing boxing with all his heart.

Many disciples had become accustomed to this, lamenting that Yang Jing's aptitude was too poor; otherwise, with that kind of perseverance, there would still be some hope of him developing internal strength.

In the field.

Just as Yang Jing's fist technique reached its climax, he suddenly felt a soft "hum" in his body, as if an invisible membrane had suddenly shattered.

(End of this chapter)