Chinese Martial Arts: My Super Beast Clone

The next morning, before dawn, Lin Hai got up.

A thin mist hung over the courtyard. He first stood in the Tiger-Taming Stance for half an hour, then practiced the Tiger-Taming Fist three times.

The improvement in my boxing skills is real and tangible. Every move and stance is more fluid than yesterday, the power transfer is smoother, and my stance is more stable.

It's like there was a thin layer of paper separating us, but last night most of it was suddenly torn down.

After finishing his three punches, Lin Hai stopped, feeling a slight warmth in his body.

After finishing his boxing practice, Lin Hai washed his face and went to the kitchen to heat up the steamed buns his older sister had made the night before. Only after he had placed breakfast on the table did Lin An emerge from his room, still sleepy-eyed, his hair sticking up like a bird's nest.

"Xiao An, remember to ask Xiao Wan to come with you." Lin Hai handed him the chopsticks.

"I remember, I remember, you said it eight hundred times yesterday." Lin An chewed on a steamed bun and said indistinctly, "Don't worry, brother, with me here, no one can bully her."

Lin Hai looked at his younger brother's pretentious act of trying to be a hero and didn't say anything, just patted him on the back of the head.

"Be more cautious in all situations, you know?"

"Brother, why are you being just as long-winded as your sister now..."

Lin An pursed his lips, stuffed the last bite of steamed bun into his mouth, picked up his schoolbag and ran out.

"Be careful on the road!" Lin Wan's voice came from the inner room.

"Okay!"

Once the door closed, the courtyard became quiet again.

After finishing breakfast, Lin Hai changed into shorts and went out.

The streets are already bustling with activity.

People came and went—selling sesame cakes, setting up breakfast stalls, carrying loads of food on shoulder poles and hawking their wares. The Chinatown and the concessions were noisy and crowded. But it was precisely this scene that gave Lin Hai a warm and welcoming feeling.

As I crossed an intersection, a rickshaw passed by, carrying a middle-aged man in a gray long gown. The rickshaw puller was Ma Liu. He turned and saw Lin Hai, but without stopping, he grinned and greeted him.

Lin Haichong nodded. He had heard Ma Liu mention before that Ma Liu would make a few trips early in the morning before coming to the martial arts school to earn some living expenses. He didn't expect to run into him today.

When we arrived at the martial arts school, there were already seven or eight disciples practicing in the courtyard. Some were punching, some were practicing standing meditation, and some were practicing in pairs.

Upon seeing Lin Hai enter, the disciples all stopped.

"Senior Brother Lin."

Good morning, Senior Brother Lin.

Lin Hai nodded in response to each of them, his gaze sweeping across the yard before finally settling on the tall iron stake in the corner.

He walked over and stood in front of the iron man stake.

The disciples practicing their skills nearby were unconsciously drawn to this.

Lin Hai ignored the stares of others and stood quietly, slowly adjusting his breathing.

After breaking through to the "proficient" level in the Tiger-Taming Fist last night, he wanted to verify whether he had mastered "whole-body power".

He took a slow breath, focusing his energy in his dantian, and then gently stomped his right foot on the ground.

Push off the ground with your feet, the force travels through your knees, then through your waist and hips, down your spine, to your shoulders, and finally converges on the right fist.

"drink!"

Lin Hai exhaled and threw a punch, which landed squarely on the chest of the Iron Man Stake.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

The iron stake suddenly shuddered, and the pointer on it began to spin rapidly.

The eyes of the surrounding disciples widened as they stared intently at the spinning pointer.

The pointer spun several times before gradually slowing down, finally swaying back and forth between a string of numbers a few times before coming to a steady stop.

"Seven hundred...twenty-five catties!" A disciple who was nearby couldn't help but whisper it out.

The courtyard fell silent for a moment, followed by a collective gasp of surprise.

725 jin!

The way everyone looked at Lin Hai changed, from solemnity to awe.

Lin Hai himself looked at that number and was also somewhat shaken.

The panel showed his strength as 740 jin, and this punch delivered 725 jin of force, almost using all his strength.

This is "whole-body strength"!

Twist the scattered, clumsy force within your body into a single rope and unleash it without reservation.

Master Lu Zhengchuan once said that the Yi Jin Guan (Muscle/Tendon Changing Technique) is about training this. Clearly, he has already touched the threshold of whole-body strength.

Lin Hai withdrew his fist and adjusted his breathing again. He felt that his punch just now was slightly flawed; there seemed to be a momentary stagnation in the transmission of power to his fist.

He closed his eyes, replayed the feeling of exerting force in his mind, then suddenly opened his eyes and threw another punch.

"Bang!"

There was another muffled thud, even more somber than the previous one.

The pointer spun wildly again, finally stopping a little further forward than before.

736 pounds!

"hiss……"

This time, even the gasps were much quieter; everyone was stunned by the number. If the first time was a fluke, the second time proved it was genuine skill.

Lin Hai slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, looking at his fist. This punch felt more rounded and smoother than the last, with the power transmission flowing more seamlessly.

He has already grasped the basics of whole-body power, but he still needs to refine his power generation techniques in order to truly unleash the full force of his entire body in every punch.

Feeling the awe-inspiring gazes around him, Lin Hai remained unmoved. He knew this was merely the beginning of his martial arts journey.

Lin Hai turned around, walked through the outer courtyard, and headed towards the courtyard where the owner, Lu Zhengchuan, lived.

As Lin Hai passed Lu Zhengchuan's courtyard, he didn't stop and went straight through the path on the side of the courtyard.

The layout of the Fuhu Martial Arts School is as follows: the outer courtyard is where disciples who have not yet formally entered the Strength Refining Realm lay their foundation; the middle courtyard is where the school master, Lu Zhengchuan, lives; and further back, there is a separate back courtyard.

That's where the inner disciples truly practice their skills.

Previously, Lin Hai and Sun Datou had been accepted as disciples by Lu Zhengchuan and had been learning the Tiger-Taming Fist in Lu Zhengchuan's courtyard, never setting foot in the backyard.

This was his first time going to the backyard.

The path wasn't long; after passing a clump of green bamboo, the view suddenly opened up before us.

The backyard was about the same size as the outer yard, with thick bluestone slabs paving the ground. Several huge stone locks were placed in the corners, along with rows of iron and wooden dummies of varying sizes. These instruments were far superior in both material and workmanship to those in the outer yard.

At this point, there were already two people in the courtyard.

One of them was Sun Datou. He was shirtless, his muscles bulging, and he was carrying a stone lock that looked to weigh at least 300 pounds. He was walking around the yard in circles, his steps heavy, and his forehead was covered in sweat.

The other was a young man in his early twenties, of medium build, dressed in a gray-white martial arts outfit, the fabric and embroidery of which looked quite exquisite. He was practicing the Tiger-Taming Fist, his movements precise and methodical, his stance upright and upright, each move executed with proper discipline, showing that he had put in the effort.

The man had a refined appearance, and one could even say he was somewhat handsome.

"Lin Hai, you're here!" Sun Datou's eyes lit up when he saw Lin Hai. He put the stone lock in his arms on the ground with a "thud," and the ground shook.

Lin Hai smiled and looked at the young man. "And who is this senior brother?"

"Oh, his name is Zhao Peng. He's also an inner court disciple, and he entered more than a month earlier than us." Sun Datou lowered his voice. "His family owns a money exchange; they're quite wealthy."

Lin Hai nodded.

Zhao Peng, who seemed to have finished his boxing practice, stopped, wiped his sweat with a towel, and walked over. He glanced at Lin Hai, his eyes filled with scrutiny and curiosity, and took the initiative to speak: "You're Lin Hai?"

"Senior Brother Zhao." Lin Hai clasped his hands in greeting.

"Junior Brother Lin, right? I've heard Senior Brother mention you. You mastered the basics in just one month. That's impressive," Zhao Peng said with a smile.

"Just lucky, Senior Brother, you flatter me," Lin Hai said with a smile.

He took off his coat, walked to the center of the courtyard, found an open space, stood with his feet apart, and slowly assumed the stance of the Tiger-Taming Posture.