Chinese Martial Arts: My Super Beast Clone

That afternoon, at the Fuhu Martial Arts School.

In the courtyard, Lin Hai began practicing the Tiger-Taming Fist.

He threw punch after punch, each blow accompanied by a muffled thud.

The force travels from the foot to the ground, through the knee, hip, waist, and arm, finally reaching the fist. A complete chain of power transmission flows seamlessly from one joint to the other.

This is the foundation that stance training lays for boxing techniques. When the stance is stable, the power is transmitted smoothly.

Lin Hai punched three times in one go, then stopped and stood still.

"Your breathing is deep and controlled. Junior Brother Lin, your mastery of the Tiger-Taming Fist has surpassed that of many senior disciples."

"Furthermore, it seems you've already mastered this whole-body strength?"

Senior Brother Chen Wu strode over carrying a teapot, looked Lin Hai up and down a few times, and nodded.

"Senior Brother, you've made some progress recently." Lin Hai clasped his hands in a fist salute.

Chen Wu poured a bowl of cold tea and handed it to Lin Hai. "Come to the martial arts school early tomorrow and go directly to Master's courtyard."

Lin Hai took the teacup, took a sip, and asked, "Senior Brother, what are Master's instructions?"

Chen Wu remained silent for a moment, his brows furrowed tightly, and his face showed a hint of coldness.

"You've probably heard about what's been happening outside these past few days," Chen Wu said. "The Black Dragon Society is raiding martial arts schools all over Yangcheng, specifically targeting disciples at the Strength Realm to kill them. Our Fuhu Martial Arts School has opened a branch in Yangcheng, and they'll come knocking on our door sooner or later. Master asked you to go over tomorrow to arrange how to deal with them."

Lin Hai tightened his grip on the teacup. The news these past few days had been worse than the last; over a dozen martial arts schools had been raided, and over a dozen people had died. The Japanese were extremely ruthless, clearly aiming to eliminate the younger generation of martial arts practitioners in Yangcheng.

"I understand, Senior Brother. I'll be there on time tomorrow morning," Lin Hai agreed.

Chen Wu patted Lin Hai on the shoulder, said nothing more, and turned to leave.

In the evening, Lin Hai ate dinner and returned to his room.

Over the past few days, he could feel that the medicinal effects of the first lotus seed had been completely absorbed. Without hesitation, he opened the wooden box, picked up the second lotus seed, and put it in his mouth.

The sweet juice flowed down my throat, and the cool sensation rushed straight to my head again.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, quietly digesting the effects of the medicine. Regardless of what the martial arts school's arrangements might be tomorrow, his own strength was the only true reliance.

The next morning.

Lin Hai arrived at the martial arts school early in the morning and went to the courtyard where his master, Lu Zhengchuan, lived.

The courtyard gate was wide open.

Lin Hai went inside and found that there were already more than twenty people standing in the courtyard.

"Lin Hai, over here."

A voice came from the side. Lin Hai turned his head and saw Zhao Peng. Sun Datou, Zhou Tong, and several others had arrived beside him.

Lin Hai walked over to them.

"This is quite a large gathering today." Lin Hai glanced around at the people; he had almost summoned all the disciples at the Strength Training Realm in the martial arts school.

"Can it be small?" Zhao Peng leaned closer, his voice extremely low. "The Japanese are almost at our doorstep. Master is mustering his troops."

Zhao Peng gestured with his lip towards the main hall.

"See those people in the main hall?"

Lin Hai followed his gaze.

The main hall doors were wide open, and Lu Zhengchuan sat in the main seat, as usual holding his brass pipe, talking to several people in front of him.

Senior Brother Chen Wu stood to Lu Zhengchuan's right, his back ramrod straight.

There were three people standing opposite Chen Wu.

The man at the front was in his thirties, of medium build, wearing a gray cloth jacket, and looked extremely ordinary. But the way he stood there caught Lin Hai's eye; his steps seemed rooted to the spot, and he was unusually steady.

Behind the middle-aged man was a man with a thick beard. He was broad-shouldered and burly, with bulging veins on the back of his hands, clearly someone who practiced martial arts.

The last one was young, looking to be only twenty-five or twenty-six, with fair skin and wearing a neat short jacket.

"Who are these people?" Lin Hai asked.

Zhao Peng swallowed hard and explained in a low voice, "You joined the martial arts school late and haven't seen them before. These three, along with our senior brother, are our master's true personal disciples."

He pointed to the man in the gray cloth jacket: "Third Senior Brother Chang Yun graduated from his apprenticeship years ago and now runs a large security agency in the South District, managing dozens of people."

Then he pointed to the burly man: "Fourth Senior Brother Lei Zhen has his own business at the southern dock, managing more than a dozen ships. He's a ruthless character."

Finally, he pointed to the young man: "Eleventh Senior Brother Guo Fei, I heard that he used to be a martial arts instructor for warlords, and his specialty is a killing technique that can defeat an enemy in one move."

Zhao Peng took a deep breath: "These three are usually busy with their own businesses and rarely come back even once a year. Today, they were all summoned back by Master. Moreover, all three of them are experts in the Ming Jin stage!"

Lin Hai understood.

Lu Zhengchuan called back his three personal disciples who had been training for years, clearly preparing for the worst. If the Black Dragon Society acted unethically or resorted to underhanded tactics, the Fuhu Martial Arts School had experts capable of maintaining order.

After a while, the conversation in the main hall stopped.

Lu Zhengchuan stood up, picked up his brass pipe, and slowly walked out. Chen Wu, Chang Yun, Lei Zhen, and Guo Fei followed closely behind.

Lu Zhengchuan was wearing a worn-out long gown, and looked no different from any other ordinary old man walking his bird on the street. He walked to the steps in the middle of the courtyard and stood there, his gaze slowly sweeping across the crowd.

The sounds in the courtyard vanished in an instant, leaving only the sound of breathing.

Lu Zhengchuan tapped the brass pipe against the sole of his shoe and poured out the ash inside.

"I called you all here today for no other reason than this," Lu Zhengchuan said.

"You've all heard about what's happening outside. The Black Dragon Society has targeted more than a dozen martial arts schools in our Yangcheng area, and as of today, they've killed seventeen disciples at the Strength Refinement stage."

Lu Zhengchuan paused for a moment, his gaze sharpening.

"Some people advised me that Fuhu Martial Arts School should close down for a few days to avoid the limelight."

He gave a cold laugh.

"Avoid the limelight? What do we martial artists train for? For our spirit! For our backbone! The Tiger-Taming Fist is all about courage, diligence, and unwavering determination. If the Japanese come knocking on our door today and we shut ourselves in like cowards, our spirit will crumble. And once that spirit is gone, your fists will never be as formidable again!"

The veins on the back of Lu Zhengchuan's hand, which was holding the pipe, bulged slightly.

"If the Black Dragon Society wants to fight, we'll fight them! If they challenge us to train at the Strength Realm, we'll train at the Strength Realm! These next few days, Chen Wu, Chang Yun, Lei Zhen, and Guo Fei will all be staying at the martial arts school to instruct you."

Lu Zhengchuan pointed to his four personal disciples behind him.

"All four of them are at the Ming Jin stage. If any shameless old dog from Japan dares to overstep its bounds and interfere, the fists of my Fuhu Martial Arts School are not to be trifled with. These next few days, all the disciples at the late Lianli stage will stay in the inner courtyard to hone their fist techniques."

Upon hearing this, the disciples in the courtyard immediately became excited.

"Master is right! We cannot back down!"

"If those Japanese devils dare to come, we'll fight them to the death!"

Sun Datou's face flushed red, and he shouted in a rough voice, "What's there to be afraid of! I've got plenty of strength to spare!"

"Yes! Fight back!"

Just as the crowd was filled with indignation, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the courtyard.

"Master! Master!"

A disciple rushed in from the outer courtyard in a panic.

"Master! The Black Dragon Society has arrived!"