Cultivating through increasing my stats in America Chapter 525 - 303 Learning Ancient Muay Thai2

If it was so big shot or soone with a background coming over to learn a move or two, that’d be fine, consider it as playing along.

Even if he wanted to beco a disciple and learn, considering his background, Songpa Shan was not opposed to it, seeing it as a networking opportunity.

But this guy, so confidently stating that becoming a disciple was out of the question yet insisting on learning everything, including the secrets usually reserved for Direct Disciples after years of scrutiny,

had left Songpa Shan speechless, despite his caution regarding the man’s status.

"Sorry, Mr. Sir, the core of our ancient Muay Thai cannot be disclosed indiscriminately, please respect our traditions,"

Songpa Shan said with a cold face.

Even the accompanying governnt official found it difficult to intervene and smooth things over now; he himself felt that Li Ang’s demands were a bit too coercive, almost like a robbery.

In his heart, Li Ang scoffed at the talk of traditions, knowing it all boiled down to a matter of interest.

He wasn’t upset, though; this was an expected situation. If soone really taught him that easily, he’d have doubted whether what he learned was authentic.

"How about this, we have a match. If I win, you teach everything without holding back; if you win, I’ll donate one million US dollars to you."

Li Ang shifted the conversation.

Songpa Shan’s eyes visibly brightened; to be honest, if soone offered a million US dollars, he would have agreed to teach, not to ntion that Li Ang’s offer was virtually like giving it away for free.

Could’ve just started with that, he thought, having presud the visitor was here for a freebie only to turn out to be a cash cow.

He decided, once Li Ang lost, to take the money and still teach him a bit to avoid provoking him further.

Beside them, the governnt official inwardly cursed:

"If you had said you had a million ready earlier! You give that money to , I’d have arranged everything clearly for you earlier. Not to ntion a million, even five, three, or at least two hundred thousand US dollars, I could handle it..."

He was also amazed, believing that such generosity truly reflected the guy’s capitalist origins.

The two arrived at the gym’s ring, and observing Li Ang’s laid-back stance without any protective gear made Songpa Shan ponder how to make the defeat look less embarrassing for Li Ang.

Though Li Ang had a significant height and weight advantage, his movents, clumsy and clearly untrained, made it obvious that he’d be nothing but an easy target.

"Can we start now?"

"Mr. Li, whenever you’re ready,"

"Do we need a countdown?"

"No, anyti is fine."

As soon as Songpa Shan replied, the next mont he found himself already out of the ring.

It wasn’t until he was lying on the cold wooden boards that he realized he had no idea how he had ended up there.

"Any doubts now?"

Songpa Shan, watching Li Ang standing in the ring like a god, felt a tumult of emotions.

He had lost before, but never this completely, not even knowing how he had lost.

Reflecting on how he had just internally mocked the other for supposedly coming to waste his ti and money, the humiliation felt even worse.

"Alright, there’s no sha in losing to him, to put it precisely, you can proudly proclaim that you survived his onslaught."

A sowhat hoarse voice ca from the outside.

Songpa Shan quickly scrambled up, not wanting his grandmaster to see him in such a disheveled state.

Strangely, despite being thrown so far, he seed unhurt, with only so slight swelling on the skin.

But what did his master an by saying that surviving his hands was an achievent? Was he famous, or perhaps, was he like his own master?

"I’ve long heard about your deeds, and now, finally, I see them in person."

An old man with a full head of white hair, but whose skin suggested he was in his fifties, greeted Li Ang with a bow and said,

"My na is Barsong Zhalunpeng, his master. It’s rare for soone to take an interest in our martial arts. I am willing to teach you everything without reservation."

After finishing, Barsong Zhalunpeng also bowed to the governnt officials nearby, who imdiately returned the gesture.

His disciple, Songpa Shan, could still be controlled a bit using his authority, but this man was a local legend with extrely high prestige, even requiring cautious treatnt by him.

"Do you know ?"

Li Ang asked curiously.

"I dare not say I know you, just that in the last competition held, I heard about your deeds in Japan."

Barsong Zhalunpeng replied respectfully.

He was rely an S-level Chosen One, yet far from crossing the chasm to the X-level. But the seemingly harmless young man before him had already killed four X-level Mutant Warriors, and those at the S-level did not even deserve nas.

So when he just said that his disciple surviving in his hands was sothing to boast about, it was truly no joke.

Since there were still ordinary people around, Barsong Zhalunpeng couldn’t explain too clearly, but by this point, Songpa Shan had essentially grasped it.

Although Songpa Shan wasn’t a Mutant Warrior, as his disciple, he had co to understand a certain amount about such matters over the years.

With this relationship, things were of course much easier.

Li Ang spent another day here, learning all their unique skills.

[ancient Muay Thai]

87/100 (Beginner)

[Sun Bathing Technique]

12/100 (Beginner)

(Trait: Body recovery capability increased by 10%)

Frankly speaking, [ancient Muay Thai] hadn’t brought him many unexpected surprises since he was not lacking in offensive techniques, even if this skill reached the Grandmaster level or even perfection, it would only improve his combat techniques slightly, and its effects might not be as good as those of the traits.

But the ancient health-preserving skill Barsong Zhalunpeng taught him showed its uniqueness imdiately.

Although Li Ang had never heard of this technique, based on his experience, any skill that exhibited traits at the beginner level was invariably extrely powerful.

From the traits associated with this technique, it could also be considered a supportive skill for cultivating [ancient Muay Thai].

Their training thods could easily cause irreversible damage to the body if one was not careful, and without such a health-preserving skill, one might end up incapacitated before mastering the skill.

This technique, just like its na, required cultivation under the sun and was also a form of inner strength, using solar energy to help enhance the body’s recovery capabilities.

Whether it was recovering from injuries or restoring energy and stamina, it could produce excellent results.

Li Ang was pleasantly surprised, and so were Barsong Zhalunpeng and Songpa Shan.

Initially, Barsong Zhalunpeng thought Li Ang might need to stay a while longer to learn slowly, but it only took one day.

While he practiced and explained, Li Ang learned everything on the spot, not needing any movent or technique demonstrated a second ti.

Even the most arcane inner strength only took Li Ang half an hour to master, whereas it had taken him three years, and even then, his master had praised him.

Barsong Zhalunpeng then understood why Li Ang could make such a mark internationally at such a young age, possessing such a frightening capacity for learning that his annual acquisition of knowledge might equal others’ lifelong learning.

Before leaving, Li Ang had nothing else to do but transferred one million US dollars over. His sincere gesture had to be reciprocated.

Even the governnt officials accompanying him got so money.

After wrapping up here, Li Ang took them around Thailand for a week, trying out all the popular tourist spots and local cuisines, before heading to the next country.