Full-Time Martial Saint

September, 2241st year of the Longyuan calendar, in Xiangcheng, Daxia.

Located in the northwest of Daxia, the sweltering heat of summer has completely faded away as soon as autumn arrives, and the clear autumn sky is very pleasant.

Xiangcheng No.1 High School, Martial Arts Academy.

Inside the martial arts hall, which is entirely inlaid with silver-gray alloy, various precision equipment and instruments are neatly arranged against the walls on the left and right sides, while in the middle is a whole row of metal weapon racks, densely filled with all kinds of cold weapons such as knives, spears, swords, and halberds that gleam with a cold light.

In the open space in the center of the venue, more than a hundred students from the senior martial arts class were practicing their boxing moves as usual, sweating profusely. The deep sound of fists breaking through the air could be heard from time to time.

At the front of the group, a middle-aged man with bulging muscles, dressed in a specially made black training uniform, paced back and forth, explaining the key points of the mantra in a deep voice.

"Fists like shooting stars, eyes like lightning!"

"When practicing boxing, your hands must be fast, and your eyes must be even faster. Only when your eyes and fists move in tandem can you unleash true power."

"Her waist was like a snake's and her legs were like drills."

"Your waist should rotate flexibly, and your footwork should be steady and powerful!"

As the middle-aged man spoke, he paused slightly, then suddenly turned around and threw a punch!

Snapped!

The force of the punch pierced the air!

A deep, powerful sound echoed through the martial arts hall, eliciting gasps of surprise from the students.

"This is called 'soft yet firm, fluid and coordinated,' where the force is powerful yet the movements are smooth and the whole body works in unison..."

Outside the martial arts hall window, a slightly thin but fairly well-proportioned young man stood quietly, intently watching the middle-aged man's every subtle movement and carefully noting down every word he said.

[Listening to the guidance of a master of Bajiquan, the analysis of "Bajiquan" progresses by +10 points.]

[Observing the demonstration of the essential techniques of a master of Bajiquan, the progress of the Bajiquan analysis has increased by 50 points.]

[Current progress of Bajiquan analysis: 89% (Beginner).]

Several lines of text flashed before his eyes, and Chen Cong was secretly pleased, but a hint of hesitation also flashed in his eyes.

In this day and age, martial arts are prevalent.

But the old saying "the poor study literature, the rich study martial arts" still applies in this era.

Martial arts students enroll from the first year of high school. The tuition alone is 38888 Dragon Coins per semester. In addition, there are training room rental fees, medical fees, assessment fees, private coaching, as well as nutritional meals and special medicines to replenish qi and blood.

To put it bluntly, even middle-class families with limited resources wouldn't dare say they could easily afford the expenses of a martial arts student.

After Chen Cong transmigrated, his parents in this life were just ordinary workers at Xiangcheng Machinery Factory. There was also a disabled younger brother in the family who needed regular rehabilitation treatment, so naturally there wasn't much extra money to support his martial arts training.

Fortunately, the current social system still provides a way out for students who study academic subjects.

Originally, if he could get into the cultural studies program of one of the top universities in Kyoto in the college entrance examination next year, and then work hard after graduation to pass the national civil service examination and enter municipal departments in various places, he could live a stable life for the rest of his life.

But when he went home for the holidays at the end of last month and returned to school, his neighbor Uncle Zhao asked him to bring some clean clothes to his childhood friend Zhao Cheng, who was also in the martial arts class of Xiangcheng No.1 Middle School.

That was the first time he stepped into the martial arts academy, and it was from that moment that he realized that as a transmigrator, he was not without a cheat code; he just hadn't found the right way to unlock it for the past eighteen years.

After a brief period of excitement, confusion, and frustration, Chen hesitated repeatedly, but ultimately could not suppress the impulse in his heart. He decided to use the evenings to finish his academic studies ahead of schedule, and skip classes during the day to come to the martial arts academy to observe and learn.

"Okay, let's take a break!"

Inside the martial arts hall, the burly middle-aged man, seeing that it was almost time, spoke in a deep voice.

call--!

As soon as the words were spoken, the students, whose clothes were already soaked with sweat, collapsed to the ground, completely disregarding their appearance.

"Look! That guy from the Cultural Studies Institute is here again!"

"Where... I see it, by the window!"

"What's he doing here at our martial arts academy all day, skipping classes and always coming to a cultural college?"

"If you ask me, that kid is definitely Xu Baiwei's secret admirer!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the eyes of several boys around her turned to the left front, where a cool and aloof girl was elegantly sipping a special drink.

The students' chattering naturally reached the ears of the middle-aged man in front.

Beside the man, an assistant instructor, also dressed in a black martial arts training uniform, walked slowly over with a water cup in his hand.

"Teacher Zhang, have some water."

Zhang Kui, a middle-aged man, took the water glass, glanced out the window, and casually remarked, "Still that kid from the Cultural Academy?"

The teaching assistant glanced at Chen Cong outside the window and whispered, "He's been coming every day for a month now. Should I go tell him not to come tomorrow..."

"The school doesn't have any rule against students from the Cultural Academy coming to the martial arts gym." Zhang Kui took a sip of water, handed the cup back to him, thought for a moment, and continued, "Go, call that kid in for me."

The teaching assistant paused slightly, looking troubled. "Teacher Zhang, he's not a student in the martial arts class... this isn't according to the rules, is it?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Kui immediately glared and asked, "What rules?"

"get out of class is over now. As a third-tier martial artist from Qingshan Martial Academy, can't I even have some time to myself?"

"Go now!"

The teaching assistant bowed his head repeatedly in agreement, not daring to say anything more, and jogged all the way to the outside of the martial arts hall.

"Hello!"

"Student, Teacher Zhang wants to see you."

Chen Cong stopped in his tracks upon hearing the voice, turning around with some confusion: "Teacher, did you call me?"

The teaching assistant was clearly getting impatient: "There's no one else here, who else would I call?"

"Hurry up, Teacher Zhang wants you to go in."

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Cong finally followed him into the martial arts hall.

His appearance instantly attracted the attention of all the martial arts students in the hall. More than a hundred people turned their eyes to him, and various whispers arose, but Chen Cong ignored them.

The teaching assistant led him to Zhang Kui, who was sitting imposingly on a stool, and whispered, "Teacher Zhang, the person has been brought."

Chen Cong followed suit and bowed respectfully, saying, "Teacher Zhang."

Zhang Kui nodded, looked him up and down, and asked, "What's your name? Which class are you in?"

"Teacher, my name is Chen Cong, and I'm a student in Class 1 of the Cultural Studies Department." Chen Cong answered honestly without hiding anything.

"Class One of the Cultural Studies program... that's the top class in the Cultural Studies Academy, with a very high chance of getting into a top university in Kyoto." Zhang Kui frowned slightly. "The college entrance exam is only a few months away. Why aren't you in class? What are you doing running to the martial arts gym every day?"

As Chen Congzheng pondered how to answer, Zhang Kui asked again, "Do you like martial arts?"

Chen Cong nodded solemnly. Martial arts were prevalent. Among the more than one billion people in the Great Xia Dynasty, the vast majority dreamed of becoming martial arts masters. However, many people had to give up their dreams due to limitations such as their own talent and family finances.

Zhang Kui slowly stood up, looked him up and down, then patted his shoulder, rubbed his arm, and said regretfully:

"His physical condition is too poor; he probably has never been exposed to martial arts training before."

He turned around, stood in front of Chen Cong, and asked seriously, "After watching for a month, tell me, what have you learned?"

In martial arts training, the most important factors are resources and a solid foundation, followed by diligence and comprehension.

For the past month, Chen Congtian has been coming to eavesdrop and observe without fail every day. As a third-level martial artist with keen senses, Zhang Kui could naturally tell that this little guy from the cultural class was indeed very interested in martial arts and was not here to see any crush.

Furthermore, his ability to get into the key class of the Cultural Academy at Xiangcheng No.1 Middle School proves that he is intelligent enough.

Zhang Kui also wanted to see how good his comprehension of martial arts was.

"Teacher, I... I've only heard you talk about Bajiquan a few times, and I haven't learned anything else," Chen Cong replied somewhat reservedly.

Zhang Kui nodded, grinned, and said, "Then show me a few moves."

As soon as he said this, the martial arts students who had been lazily sitting on the ground nearby all got up and surrounded him, looking at Chen Cong with strange expressions.

Bajiquan is a powerful and fierce style of boxing, and its essence lies in the explosive power.

In the eyes of these martial arts students, Chen Cong, with his thin arms and legs, could not possibly perform the true Bajiquan. They thought he would just be making a fool of himself like a monkey, adding some amusement to their boring training sessions.

Facing the gazes of the crowd, Chen Cong took a deep breath, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Zhang Kui, and said, "Teacher, then I will make a fool of myself."

"Please forgive me if I play incorrectly later."

Zhang Kui didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly, signaling everyone to make way.

bass!

Get ready to begin!

Grasp the sparrow's tail!

……

Chen Cong completely changed his previous weak and scholarly appearance. The moment he started practicing Bajiquan, his entire demeanor transformed!

"Huh!?"

"This seems to be something!"

"You know what, this setup actually looks pretty convincing!"

"He really had no prior experience with Bajiquan? He achieved this level of skill just by eavesdropping outside the school for a month!?"

"I don't believe him. He's definitely lying. Our class is the top class in the martial arts academy. We've been practicing Bajiquan for over two years, and no one has ever fought as well as him!"

The martial arts students present had been practicing Bajiquan for quite some time, so they could naturally see that Chen Cong's movements and power generation techniques were not at all comical; on the contrary, they carried some of the charm that Zhang Kui usually displayed during his practice.

"Not bad..." Zhang Kui also changed his previous nonchalant attitude, his eyes filled with deep appreciation, "Powerful and urgent, smooth as flowing clouds and water, it's much more comfortable to watch than those idiots' movements."

"However, there are some flaws in your moves. Let me demonstrate for you."

He stepped forward and stood in front of Chen Cong, saying gently, "Press your hand on my chest."

Chen did as instructed.

"Pay attention to my movements. Keep your feet firmly planted, bend your knees and lunge forward, using your waist as the axis to generate power!"

Zhang Kui's movements were extremely swift. Before Chen Cong could react, he was forced to retreat several steps by a burst of force.

"Grasp the Sparrow's Tail is the mother form of all boxing styles. The four techniques of Bajiquan are 'warding off, rolling back, pressing, and pushing.' I just demonstrated 'warding off.' Next, let's see how to 'roll back'..."

Amidst the astonished and envious gazes of the martial arts students, Zhang Kui, a third-level martial artist who had mastered Bajiquan, seemed to have become Chen Cong's personal coach, guiding him step by step to experience various techniques.

[Received personal guidance from a master of Bajiquan, Bajiquan analysis progress +200 points!]

Congratulations! You have reached the minor mastery level in Bajiquan!

[Unlock new achievement for the first time and receive the reward: Improved Meridian Circulation (Lv1).]