Chaos begins when one joins a martial arts school

Chapter 4 Mountain-Crushing Fist

Lü Yang, Zhou Lin, and Zhang Kehan ​​left.

As they left, they seemed to feel sorry for Yang Jing, as if it was a great loss for Yang Jing that he couldn't curry favor with Senior Sister Qi together tonight.

Yang Jing watched the three leave the courtyard with a smile before shaking his head slightly.

Wherever there are people, there is society.

Whether in this world or the past life, there were some people who fawned over their "big brother" all day long in the past life, and there are some who fawn over their "big sister" in this life, all in the hope of getting some benefits or favors.

What these people don't understand is that their own strength is the most important thing.

If you lack ability, even if you fawn over others every day, they may not even give you a second glance.

The original owner of this body is a prime example; despite all the effort she put in, Senior Sister Qi didn't even bother to give her a second glance.

"Damn it, you owe me a debt, but you expect me to pay it back," Yang Jing cursed inwardly.

Next, Yang Jing began practicing the Mountain-Crushing Fist.

The previous training of Qi and blood was just a warm-up, to get oneself into a martial arts state more quickly; the Crushing Mountain Fist is the core.

Sun Yong, the master of the Sun Family Martial Arts School, established himself with the Bengshan Fist and had a considerable reputation throughout Yuhe County.

Before he began practicing his boxing, Yang Jing had a sudden thought, and a line of small characters that only he could see appeared before his eyes.

[Introduction to Bengshanquan (31/200)]

This is the progress of my training in the Mountain-Crushing Fist.

When Yang Jing first transmigrated, the original owner had been a disciple of the Sun Family Martial Arts School for more than two months, and his progress in the Crushing Mountain Fist was only 22/200. It was only after Yang Jing recovered his health and slowly practiced that he was able to improve his progress in the Crushing Mountain Fist to the current level.

Although the original owner had low physical constitution, he was indeed lazy.

Yang Jing walked to a hanging sandbag, closed his eyes slightly, and then slowly opened them. As he closed and opened his eyes again, he adjusted himself to his best state.

He stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent, and firmly planted his feet in a horse stance. He took a deep breath, his chest bulging high, and then exhaled sharply, his right fist slamming forward like a cannonball. His forearm muscles were taut, and even the veins on his arm bulged, as if he wanted to concentrate all his strength into a single point of his fist.

As the punch landed, Yang Jing also bent over and followed up with his left fist, which slammed into the sandbag.

There was a muffled sound of "bang".

The sandbag was hit and sent flying backwards.

Bang bang bang!
As Yang Jing threw punches repeatedly, each swing of his arm carried the force of breaking the wind, and his sweat-soaked hair clung to his forehead.

From noon until dark.

Except for a short break in between, Yang Jing had been training his qi and blood and practicing the Mountain-Crushing Fist. Even though he felt exhausted to the limit, he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

The fact that Yang Jing, who used to be rather lazy, had become so hardworking surprised and intrigued many of his disciples.

"What happened to him?"

"Is Junior Brother Yang on steroids?"

"Who knows? I doubt they can hold on for long; they might not be able to hold on until tomorrow."

Some disciples whispered among themselves.

However, Yang Jing's performance in the days that followed greatly surprised many people.

From morning till night, except for meals and short rests, Yang Jing spent all his time honing his qi and blood and practicing the Bengshan Fist.

Tempering one's Qi and blood serves two purposes: firstly, it warms up for practicing the Mountain-Crushing Fist; secondly, when Qi and blood are active, practicing the fist can be twice as effective and the training speed can be increased.

One day, two days, three days.
Before we knew it, half a month had passed.

The minor ripples Yang Jing caused in the martial arts school also subsided with time.

The other disciples, initially surprised by Yang Jing's eccentricities, eventually accepted them and became accustomed to his changes. During this time, Senior Brother Lü and his two companions invited Yang Jing to join them several more times, but Yang Jing politely declined each time.

After being refused multiple times, Senior Brother Lü and the others finally realized the distance Yang Jing was trying to maintain.

From then on, Senior Brother Lü and the others never contacted Yang Jing again, and their gazes toward Yang Jing became much colder.

Many disciples, including Senior Brother Lü, were quite disdainful of the changes that had occurred in Yang Jing.

If hard work were effective, if hard work could develop internal strength, they would have already devoted themselves to martial arts training, instead of focusing their energy on currying favor with disciples who specialize in internal strength.

In the eyes of Senior Brother Lü and the others, Yang Jing is still too young. When he finds out that no matter how hard he tries, he can't break through the bottleneck and develop his strength, he will realize that all his efforts are in vain. But by then, their circle will no longer accept Yang Jing.

Early in the morning.

Chengpingfang, Sun Family Martial Arts School, in the front courtyard.

Yang Jing was practicing the Mountain-Crushing Fist in an open space.

After half a month of hard training, Yang Jing's muscle lines are extremely clear and obvious. The veins on his forearms bulge with each punch, full of explosive power, and his waist and abdominal muscles are as firm as iron plates, without any looseness.

With a thought, Yang Jing saw a panel appear before his eyes—

[Introduction to Bengshanquan (76/200)]

After half a month of hard work, Yang Jing improved his progress in the Crushing Mountain Fist by more than double.

"At this rate, in another month or so, I should be able to break through to the minor completion stage of the Mountain-Crushing Fist and enter the Ming Jin level," Yang Jing thought to himself.

There are three levels of martial arts training: Ming Jin (manifest strength), An Jin (hidden strength), and Hua Jin (transformative strength).

The ability to develop internal strength is the dividing line between ordinary people and true martial artists.

If you can't develop strength, no matter how hard you train, you'll only become physically stronger, and the difference between you and an average person won't be significant.

But once you develop the strength, you have truly stepped into the threshold of martial arts and can be called a 'master'.

If Yang Jing can develop his internal strength and reach the realm of Ming Jin, then not only will Feng Lei be no match for him, but even the powerful Ning family of Wazi Township behind Feng Lei will no longer dare to easily coerce him.

"Stop for a moment, Master is coming out. Everyone line up and stand in line."

Just then, a voice rang out in the courtyard.

The more than twenty people who were practicing their qi and blood and boxing in the courtyard quickly stopped and walked towards the open space in the center of the courtyard.

Yang Jing stopped practicing his boxing and followed the others over, standing at the back of the line.

Twenty-six or seven people stood in an irregular square formation. The people at the front were the formal disciples of the master, Sun Yong: the eldest brother Xu Hong, the second sister Qi Yun, the third brother Zhao Wenzheng, the fourth brother Liu Maolin, and others.

The group had been standing in place for a short while.

Then an elderly man in black, with his hands behind his back, came out from the inner courtyard.

"Meet the Master."

"Greetings, Master."

When the old man in black came closer, all the disciples bowed and paid their respects.

According to the rules of the Sun Family Martial Arts School, only those who break through to the Ming Jin level can become Sun Yong's formal disciples. Only formal disciples can call him "Master" and can stay in the martial arts school indefinitely.

Those disciples who failed to develop internal strength within six months could only leave on their own and were not allowed to flaunt their status as disciples of Sun Yong. At most, they could only say that they had studied martial arts at the Sun family martial arts school.

The old man in black was none other than Sun Yong, the founder and owner of the Sun Family Martial Arts School.

Although he was over sixty, he was full of energy and spirit, with a solemn face and a straight back. Apart from his gray hair and beard, he did not look old. Just by standing there, he exuded a fierce and courageous aura.

(End of this chapter)