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Guo Haihuang took a sip of tea, covered the teacup, exhaled a deep breath, and asked, "Jessica, how long have you been practicing martial arts at my school?"

"It's been ten days."

"Ten days?"

Guo Haihuang seemed somewhat skeptical of the number, but didn't dwell on it. Instead, he laughed and said, "It's taking a little longer than I expected. I thought you'd complain after just three days!"

“This little bit of hardship is nothing to me,” Jessica said calmly. “Besides, this level of training isn’t really hardship for me.”

That's true.

Guo Haihuang nodded slightly, lifted the lid, took another small sip of tea, and continued, "Your physical condition is far superior to mine when I was young. But do you think those who complain about martial arts and give up halfway because they are afraid of hardship?"

"Is not it?"

Jessica thought for a moment, then asked somewhat uncertainly.

"Of course not."

Guo Haihuang chuckled softly, “Practicing martial arts is tough, but what about carrying bricks on a construction site or trimming railway tracks? Isn’t that tough? Yet they persevered nonetheless.”

"That's different."

Jessica countered, "Those jobs may be tough, but they are paid accordingly."

"Yes, because they receive corresponding compensation."

Guo Haihuang agreed with Jessica's statement and added, "The reason why most people who practice martial arts give up halfway is because they cannot see the rewards of their efforts."

"Just exercising requires consistent effort for more than half a month to see even small results. To achieve something, it takes at least three months, let alone martial arts."

At this point, Guo Haihuang chuckled and said, "How much time do you think it took me to cultivate to my current level?"

"How many?"

More than sixty years!

"What!?"

Guo Haihuang's words shocked everyone, leaving them all with expressions of astonishment.

"How old are you this year, sir?"

Luke's throat bobbed, and he asked tentatively.

"I am 146 years old this year. If I try hard, I can still have a son and raise him."

The room fell silent, and everyone stared at him with their mouths agape or their eyes wide open, unable to believe their eyes.

Seeing this, Guo Haihuang laughed smugly, "When I was young, I also built up a lot of muscles. I could fight bulls and defeat tigers and lions with sheer strength. My grip strength is the best in Asia."

No, your skill level is the best on Earth.

Everyone was internally complaining.

Guo Haihuang was unaware of this. He continued to introduce his life story, saying, "At first, I also thought that boxing and martial arts were all fraudulent things, and only strength was real. I kept going to challenge other schools and defeated many famous masters of the time."

Until one day, I met a true master, and was beaten mercilessly by his thin, almost superhuman strength, leaving me utterly powerless.

Holy crap, what kind of monster is that?

The crowd's expressions became even more exaggerated.

If they hadn't been lured into the business by Guo Haihuang's initial display of skill and learned of his genuine abilities, they would probably have thought he was just bragging.

But they were still very curious.

In those days, even the strongest men who could use brute force to knock down bulls and fight tigers and lions head-on could only be called the best in Asia.

And who is the world's number one?

Could it be Captain America? The passersby didn't know the time traveler.

And how incredibly powerful must a martial arts master be to defeat even such a tough guy without being able to fight back?

"From that time on, I threw away all my training equipment, went deep into the mountains, and devoted myself to the study of martial arts."

Guo Haihuang was unaware of what his apprentices were thinking and continued to recount his life story.

"Compared to building muscle, learning the theory of boxing and mastering its essence is simply too slow."

Spring, autumn, and winter, I practiced relentlessly without a moment's slackening, but all I got in return was muscle atrophy day by day.

At the time, I also felt regret and other emotions.

But in the end, they were all replaced by my desire to be the strongest, and I persevered in my cultivation.

I forgot about time, I forgot about everything.

Until one day, when I could feel the weight of a rice bowl when I picked it up, I grasped the truth of martial arts.

I was 96 years old then, I think, but I'm a little forgetful.

At this point, Guo Haihuang looked at Jessica and said, "Building muscles requires long-term perseverance, let alone learning techniques, which requires a lifetime of exploration."

Many people practice for ten days or half a month, but when they see that they have worked so hard but have not gained anything or feel that they have gained too little, they naturally become discouraged and give up.

Moreover, the two of you are both naturally so physically gifted that you can't even feel any progress in your physical abilities in the early stages, making you more likely to get discouraged and give up than the average person.

You're right.

Jessica bit her lower lip and said unwillingly, "But I have seen young people like me who have mastered superb swordsmanship and fighting skills."

"That depends on the level."

Guo Haihuang smiled dismissively, picked up his teacup and drank it all in one gulp. Then, while refilling his cup, he continued, "If it's just basic martial arts routines, you can make progress in a month. But for higher levels, you need persistent training."

Of course, there are also geniuses in this world who trample on fairness. What ordinary people struggle for decades to master, they can learn with a single glance.

"Master, look at me."

"Don't even think about it."

Guo Haihuang glanced at Jessica and said, "I used a lot of techniques when I fought Luke, but you didn't see them, let alone understand them. You're far from being a genius."

"I didn't understand anything back then."

Jessica retorted, unconvinced.

"Hmph, so now you understand?"

Guo Haihuang countered with a question.

Jessica was speechless, but still refused to accept it.

Seeing this, Guo Haihuang sighed and said, "Fine, I'll show you a trick. Follow me."

With that, he got up from the armchair and entered the inner courtyard.

The newly arrived apprentices were all excited to see their master about to demonstrate his martial arts skills and followed him.

Jessica and Luke exchanged a glance and then followed.

They were also very curious about what Guo Haihuang was going to show.

The group arrived at the inner courtyard and saw a huge rock in the inner hall, more than two meters in diameter, with irregularly shaped, angular edges.

Guo Haihuang walked to the boulder and said to the crowd, "Watch carefully."

Everyone stared intently at Guo Haihuang, who stood in front of the boulder with his hands on his sides and taking deep breaths. They couldn't help but wonder: Was he going to perform a demonstration of breaking the boulder with his bare hands?

Thinking of this, everyone became excited.

They are all ordinary people, and breaking rocks with their bare hands is something only superhumans can do in their eyes.

But Luke and Jesse looked disappointed.

For them, breaking boulders with their bare hands is an easy task.

At this moment, Guo Haihuang made a move.

He let out a loud shout, and his hands struck out with lightning speed, hitting the boulder.

However, the imagined scenario of Guo Haihuang shattering the boulder with a single blow did not occur. Instead, he used his high-speed punches to whittle away the irregular, angular parts, altering the boulder's shape, much like pruning plants.

"Could it be that Master Guo intends to carve it by hand?"

Someone came up with a whimsical idea.

Everyone else was shocked upon hearing this, including Jessica and Luke.

Breaking a boulder is easy, but punching at high speed with all your might, constantly modifying the shape of the boulder, and carving it is extremely difficult.

The angle and force of the strike must be carefully controlled; a slight miscalculation can cause the shape to deviate from the intended form.

Furthermore, the pain endured by repeatedly striking rocks with one's own body is unimaginable.

In this situation, it is almost impossible to maintain a high level of concentration and master the angle and force of each strike.

However, Guo Haihuang's attacks were lightning fast and not limited to his fists.

Knock, claw, kick, strike

He practically used his body as an attack, altering the shape of the rocks.

After a few breaths, the ground was covered with rubble.

The giant rocks, which were originally irregular in shape, have become round.

However, no further carving by Guo Haihuang was observed.

"It seems to be just a change in shape, not a carving."

Jessica and Luke breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

While it is difficult to transform an irregularly shaped boulder into a circle using this method, it is still not on the same level as a freehand sculpture.

But gradually, as Guo Haihuang continued to make moves...

The surface of the boulder gradually emitted a radiant glow, transforming from an ordinary stone into something as dazzling as a gemstone.

"What an incredible skill!?"

The man, who subconsciously wanted to say "Holy crap!", suddenly felt that swearing in the face of such amazing skill would be an insult, and actually changed his words at the crucial moment.

Jessica and Luke were completely stunned.