After the darkness!

"A behemoth, it really is enormous, and was that a sonic boom just now?"

Lin Yijue continued to gaze at the sky outside the window, watching the two white lines slowly disappear until they vanished completely.

At this moment, the students in the classroom were very excited, as if they were watching something extraordinary, without the slightest bit of fear.

It's as if everyone in the class is together, and there's a strong sense of security.

"See Wang Qi?" Ding Jie walked over from the front row. This girl dressed up specially today. She had put on makeup and eyeliner, her hair wasn't tied up, and she was wearing skinny jeans under her school uniform. Suddenly, she looked quite good.

"No, she seems to have gone out right after class. Are you guys going out to play?" Lin Yijue asked, puzzled.

"Yes, Wang Qi's cousin came from the inner city. She brought a lot of nice things and said she would take us to the botanical garden in the inner city. Wang Qi asked me to invite you too. You should pack your things as well," Ding Jie said excitedly.

"A botanical garden?" Lin Yijue was somewhat intrigued.

The botanical garden in this world is different from the one in my previous life; it's filled with strange and unusual plants from the surrounding area, many of which come from other lands. While strolling through it, you can not only see these rare sights...

Furthermore, many of these plants can release mysterious substances into the air, creating an environment similar to "high oxygen," which is very beneficial to the human body.

"Never mind, I have something to do later." He shook his head.

"What could possibly be wrong with you? You can't possibly be reading a book, can you?"

"I'm not reading, but something really happened. Could you tell Wang Qi for me?" Lin Yijue said.

"Hey Lin Yijue, you've been acting a bit mysterious lately," Ding Jie said curiously. "Alright then, I'll just leave you be."

After she finished speaking, she tossed her hair and turned to leave the classroom.

It's better if the other person doesn't go. It's all girls, and it would be strange to have a guy mixed in. It's more fun to have a girls' get-together.

Lin Yijue didn't pay much attention, packed his books into his schoolbag, slung it over his shoulder, and walked towards the classroom door.

Two days have passed since he registered, and today is the first day of the boxing class. He can't wait to go and check it out.

Practical training and hands-on experience, along with formal training.

If he can accumulate enough energy points to resolve his "strange illness," then the difficulties he has faced so far will no longer be difficulties.

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*

More than half an hour later.

Yunsheng Club.

Lin Yijue jogged to the door.

The original red carpet and flower baskets had been removed, and what came into view was an antique-style plaque, a vermilion gate, and two stone lions crouching at the entrance.

The neat and orderly Chinese-style decoration is indeed much more upscale than when it first opened.

Even before entering, the club was filled with frequent shouts and calls of training.

Lin Yijue went inside.

The receptionist happened to be the girl who had helped him register.

"Little brother, you're here?" She smiled, her chubby face crinkling into cute dimples as she greeted him. "I knew you'd be here today."

"Sister Huo, I came here because I want to learn boxing," Lin Yijue said earnestly. The two talked a lot that day, and he learned that her name was Huo Xuejiao, and that she was actually only one year older than him.

"Learning boxing is great. Not only can it improve your health, but if you practice it well, it can also benefit your understanding of the 'Eighteen Forms'," Huo Xuejiao said with a smile.

"For ordinary people, practicing martial arts can change their lives; only by becoming a martial artist can they truly change their destiny."

"Sister Huo, have you already reached the rank?" Lin Yijue asked curiously.

"..." Huo Xuejiao's smile froze for a moment. "My strength has reached 90 kilograms, and I completed the basics of the 'Eighteen Forms' half a year ago. My Jiu-Jitsu teacher often praises me." She began to talk to herself.

That means you haven't reached the required rank yet.

Lin Yijue nodded, understanding.

Because the education law stipulates that high school students are not allowed to take boxing strength tests and are prohibited from participating in martial arts assessments in advance, but he still knows the specific assessment standards.

There are three standards for a certain level: first, a punch with a force of 100 kilograms; second, mastery of the eighteen basic techniques; and third, passing a combat skills test.

The first two can essentially be considered one, because after mastering the "Eighteen Forms" and understanding the Ming Jin (manifested strength), and fully completing the whole-body strength, one's power level will generally reach the required standard. The third, however, emphasizes practical combat.

After all, martial artists who have reached the advanced level can apply for a pass to enter the high walls and enter the wilderness, which requires a certain level of martial prowess.

Otherwise, having only data is completely useless.

When facing giant beasts and monsters, victory or defeat is not determined by comparing stats on the character sheet.

"Alright, alright, let's hurry up, or the boxing class will start soon." Huo Xuejiao quickly changed the subject and led the way.

Not long after walking, we came to a large training room at a bend in the road.

There were already more than a dozen people in the large training room, but they were all very quiet and did not say a word to each other.

At the front was a bald, muscular man wearing a training uniform with the words "Yun Sheng" printed on it. His two thick arms were muscular, like tree roots intertwined. Thick bandages were wrapped around his large wrists.

"This is Wei Hong, Master Wei." Huo Xuejiao walked in, muttered to Lin Yijue in a low voice, and then quickly went to the man's side to report.

"Are you new here? Just find a place to sit." Wei Hong glanced at Lin Yijue, nodded, and said casually.

Even though he didn't shout, his tone was surprisingly high, and even though he was more than ten meters away, it sounded like he was speaking right next to someone.

Lin Yijue nodded and obediently found a seat nearby.

After he sat down, he glanced around.

Of the dozen or so students in the class, there were more boys than girls, with only six girls. They were all about the same age, around seventeen or eighteen, though there were a few younger ones who looked only fourteen or fifteen.

I guess he's only in junior high school.

After Lin Yijue sat down, Wei Hong checked the time and then gestured with her chin towards the distance.

The short man sitting at the back immediately and quickly went forward to close the door.

"It's about time, let's begin." Wei Hong nodded, rubbing his bald head. "Since everyone paid to come here, they must want to learn something real..."

He looked thoughtful.

But in the next instant, he suddenly slapped his hand, making the wooden floorboards thud loudly.

'

He braced himself with his hand, seemingly leaping into the air, and dragged out a two-person-high leather sandbag from the wall. His fists pounded against the sandbag's surface, his knuckles cracking like popping beans.

"Then let me show you what the real thing is."

He paced around the sandbag, the bandages on his wrists rustling as they rubbed together. "Whether you've trained before or not, once you come here, you must follow my instructions."

He stopped and turned around, his fist slamming into the sandbag with a whooshing sound.

With a muffled "thud," the sandbag was sent flying, and the iron chains rattled.

"Whether it's boxing, fighting, or even weapon combat, they're all the same; there's no secret to it."

Wei Hong twisted the sandbag and pulled it back to its original position, tapping the surface of the cowhide with her knuckles. "It boils down to one word: ruthless!"

"Ruthlessness isn't just about being ruthless to others, it's also about being ruthless to yourself!"

He rubbed the fleshy part of his face, then looked ahead. "When I'm practicing boxing and staring blankly at the punching bag, I should be thinking about how this punch will break my opponent's nose; if I'm even a fraction of a second too slow in blocking, I should imagine myself getting kicked!"

As he spoke, he stood sideways, his left foot rooted to the ground, and as his right shoulder slumped slightly, his fist shot out, so fast that it was just a blur.

The moment the sandbag swayed, he bent his elbow to defend, his elbow grazing his chin:

"Furthermore, when practicing boxing, there are countless secrets, but to put it simply, it boils down to one sentence:"

The straight punch must be fast, the block must be fierce—remember, the path of the punch can be off, but the momentum must not be weak!

He suddenly ripped off the bandage on his wrist, revealing his calloused forearm with veins throbbing like snakes: "The power isn't generated by swinging your arm, but by drawing strength from your dantian, sending it through your waist and hips to your fist."

He held his breath slightly and then suddenly threw another punch.

boom!

The sandbag was instantly pierced in the next moment.

"Another punching bag destroyed! The title of 'Legendary Punch Bag King' is truly well-deserved. Master Wei is really something else. I heard that he was a third-level martial artist in his early years and even won the silver medal in the Jiaozhou City Martial Arts Elementary Group Fighting Competition!" Someone excitedly said to his friend next to him.

Lin Yijue listened silently, but his gaze remained fixed on the bald man in front of him.

Wei Hong held the position of her hand stuck in the sandbag for a full five or six seconds before turning around and casually shaking the sand off her hand.

Seeing everyone in the practice room holding their breath, looking solemn and full of admiration, he casually began to explain a routine called "Yun Sheng Boxing Technique" in a gentle voice.

Compared to their initial frenzy during the rehearsal, the other party was noticeably more careful and gentle when explaining things.

They began to break down the movements one by one.

From the movement of the leg muscles, to the hips, waist, back, arms, and finally the punch.

The punches were not actually complicated and were not much different from the basic fighting techniques Lin Yijue had seen before. They were mostly jabs, hooks, and so on.

Those who have practiced the "Eighteen Forms" can generally imitate them after watching it four or five times.

The truly complex part is the footwork practice after explaining the boxing techniques.

In Lin Yijue's view, this is the true essence of the so-called "Yunsheng Fighting Technique".

In his previous life, he also enjoyed watching UFC and boxing match videos, so he naturally knew that true masters have extremely agile footwork, not only able to adjust their power during jumps, but also able to switch freely between offense and defense.

Like Tyson's butterfly step or Oliveira's unique footwork, they can easily dodge the opponent's attacks. To outsiders, it is not only simple and smooth, but also has an exaggeratedly fast speed.

Wei Hong's gait was even more exaggerated; from a distance, she looked as if she were floating.

If I could learn...

Lin Yijue felt that even if he were surrounded and beaten, he could move freely and might even be able to turn the tables.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a burning desire in his heart. He was eager to start practicing right now. Putting aside everything else, even if he eventually enrolled in a class, he wouldn't be able to accumulate energy. Just this kind of real skill alone made the several thousand dollars he spent completely worthwhile.