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Chapter 58: Chapter 58 Coach Assessnt

Chapter 58: Chapter 58 Coach Assessnt

The plan to slack off was bust, but Li Ang wasn’t too disappointed. Going to work is what he was supposed to do; not working would be a pure bonus for him.

After all, the martial arts academy had promised him a basic salary of 100 yuan a day, with double pay on holidays. Having freeloaded for so many days, it was only proper to cooperate with their work.

After hanging up the phone, Li Ang lay on the bed intending to take a nap.

Though his spirit was strong enough that sleeping for just three hours a day wouldn’t make him tired and was enough to support his daily life,

sleep for the human body also plays a major role in accelerating recovery and eliminating fatigue.

Therefore, Li Ang now paid attention to his sleeping hours, making sure to get enough sleep every day.

Insomnia used to be a problem that troubled him for a long ti, but now, with his training in Internal Qigong and his powerful [Spirit], he was able to control his sleep state with ease.

After setting the alarm, Li Ang closed his eyes and quickly controlled his body’s level of activity, rapidly decreasing it.

At the sa ti, he began to ditate in his mind and in less than three minutes, he entered a state that seed like nothingness.

Forty minutes passed and as the soothing alarm went off, Li Ang felt as if he had co to life all at once. His ntal state quickly returned to how he felt when he woke up in the morning, without a trace of sluggishness.

Mounting his road bike, Li Ang quickly accelerated to 40 kiloters per hour within a few seconds.

Grandmaster-level [Cycling] allowed him to maintain this speed effortlessly on such a flat stretch of road, even for more than ten kiloters.

Riding all the way to the martial arts academy, Li Ang wasn’t even sweating much.

There were no students in the academy today; no classes had been scheduled for this half-day.

After all, the instructor assessnt was an activity that wasn’t really suitable for students to witness.

If the instructor perford well, that was fine, but if they were subpar, it would affect how the students, who learned from them, felt.

“Long ti no see.”

The lady in the sky-blue cheongsam from last ti had switched to a black one this ti, highlighting her figure even more and adding a few touches of mature charm.

As soon as she saw Li Ang, she imdiately put down her phone, which she had been using to watch videos, stood up, and greeted him.

Li Ang’s first visit, where he fought the head coach to a draw, was still fresh in her mind.

It was the sa with others; Li Ang’s arrival drew the attention of most people in the venue.

It wasn’t for any particular reason, it was just that in these days, Li Ang had slacked off too many tis. The occasional tis he was here, he was either wandering about or looking for soone to spar with.

“I wonder who’s the unlucky one to be drawn into his group today?”

“Anyways, I’m scared. His talent isn’t sothing we can compare to.”

“Just look at him, he’s obviously trained in Virgin Boy Skill. How can we, who took up Martial Arts halfway through, compare?”

Li Ang paid no mind to the quiet chatter of the coaches, instead proceeding to greet each one.

Many tis, not agreeing is also a form of acknowledgnt.

Li Ang felt like he was playing a competitive ga without cheating, but the other players accused him of doing so.

Before long, the academy director Yan Tianqi and the old director Hua Tianming arrived one after the other.

Yan Tianqi approached with a wide smile and asked,

“Master, did you co over personally just for a test?”

Hua Tianming glanced away casually as he replied,

“I heard from Wu Song that Li Ang was participating today, so I made a special trip to see for myself,”

The martial arts academy’s test for coaches is fairly straightforward. After all, it isn’t any large franchise business, and the style tends more towards being down-to-earth.

“Li Ang, since it’s your first ti, let give you a brief overview,”

Wu Song approached Li Ang and spoke to him.

“The test mainly consists of two parts. One is the demonstration of moves. You pick a martial art you specialize in and display its various forms and routines.”

“This mainly assesses the aesthetic appeal of your movents and whether you’ve been practicing regularly—it needs to be smooth. After all, for those of us coaching, this is the most critical aspect.”

Li Ang nodded. Indeed, not many who co to study at this academy are there to learn real martial arts. Most are there for fitness or for martial arts performances.

Those truly wishing to delve into martial arts would have to seek a master and learn intensively.

“What’s the other part?”

Wu Song glanced at the other coaches nearby and then told Li Ang,

“The other part, as you might guess, is that we pair up and exchange martial skills to demonstrate our real combat abilities.

Besides, there’s the option of free challenges. Lower ranks earn a bonus if they beat higher ranks, and higher ranks get a bonus deducted if they lose. It’s that simple.”

“Why do we have real combat assessnts for our academy’s coaches? Is it really necessary?”

Li Ang was sowhat puzzled.

Wu Song shook his head, “That’s where you’re mistaken. Our academy is different from the ones in China; we actually get people coming in to challenge us from ti to ti.”

“How do you think a martial arts academy builds its reputation? It has to be fought for. Although few of our students learn real martial arts, that doesn’t stop clients from valuing it highly.”

Li Ang nodded, realizing he had forgotten this detail.

He had always thought that such challenges only existed in movies and TV shows, never having encountered one in reality.

Soon, the test began. There was no opening speech, everybody just took their turns to demonstrate.

So coaches were quite proficient, but lacked spectator appeal. There were others whose movents were clumsy and bumbling—those would definitely result in a bonus deduction.

Of course, there were also so that looked quite good overall, yet Old Master Hua’s face remained expressionless throughout.

“You might teach fancy but ineffectual moves, but it doesn’t an that’s what you should master yourselves. Every punch thrown focuses only on looking graceful—what about strength? What about breath control?”

“It’s only been half a year since I last attended one of your assessnts, and look what it has turned into,”

Hua Tianming rapped on the desk, clearly very dissatisfied with their performance.

“Wu Song, you’re up. Let see if you’ve made any progress lately.”

As the head coach of the martial arts academy, Wu Song naturally possessed considerable skills.

He was a properly apprenticed practitioner, and whether it was his innate talent for martial arts or his years of practice, none could rival him.

Wu Song gave a respectful bow and with just a few simple motions, the difference was imdiately apparent.

His body movents created crisp “snap! snap!” sounds with his clothing, which in Tongbei Quan, indicated a quite advanced level—effectively blending strength and aesthetic appeal.

Several other coaches, so even older than Wu Song, recognized his authority precisely because he had genuine skill.

Hua Tianming nodded with satisfaction and then turned his gaze towards Li Ang.