11:36 PM.
Wang Longhu sat on the long stainless steel bench outside the operating room, twirling his phone, which was already turned off, and staring idly at the ceiling.
Beside him, Zheng Dongliang and a group of Zhou Juanjie’s friends were all anxiously waiting outside the operating room.
"Kid, what happened to your friend that they need surgery so late at night?" An old man dressed as a janitor sat down next to Wang Longhu with a mop and asked calmly.
"His head hit a rock, probably needs seven or eight stitches." Wang Longhu replied.
"Kids these days are really careless; the typhoon hasn’t even co yet. If it does, and they go out, it could be a big problem, you young folks..." The old man lanted.
"A typhoon is coming?" Wang Longhu was surprised, he truly hadn’t heard about this.
Ever since learning Xingyi Boxing from Master Chen, Wang Longhu spent considerably less ti on his phone every day.
Back when he lived in Hang City, he could easily spend 8 hours a day browsing Douyin and Bilibili, but now it’s pitifully little, to the point where he doesn’t even read the news.
"Yes, it’s called Coral. I heard it’s going to pass through Zhejiang Province. Today, the power company started cutting electricity in so remote areas to prepare."
Wang Longhu ca to a realization, no wonder the power was out at his grandma’s place, this was the reason.
Being an island resident close to the ocean, Dong County has always suffered extraordinary damage from typhoons.
Not to ntion the trash cans on the street being blown over, so water towers on rooftops, if not firmly secured, could be blown away, posing serious hazards.
Wang Longhu rembered a few years ago when typhoon Mangkhut ca, even the trees planted along the streets were snapped, showing the terrifying power of natural disasters.
"Looks like I need to stock up on supplies, otherwise, in a place like Changkengding which is isolated, it could be really troubleso when the typhoon cos." Wang Longhu thought to himself.
As they spoke, the door of the operating room suddenly opened.
The chief surgeon walked out with a relaxed expression, and Zheng Dongliang imdiately stepped forward and asked: "Doctor, is my friend okay? Is there any problem?"
"He cut about an eight-centiter gash, causing a mild concussion; stitches have been done, and now just needs to be hospitalized for observation, currently not looking serious."
"That’s good, that’s good, thank you, doctor."
"Fortunately, he was brought in promptly, otherwise excessive bleeding could have been problematic."
After the doctor left, Wang Longhu knew that there was no more need for him to be here. Since Zhou Juanjie was fine, he should head ho to sleep; he had done his part diligently.
Without saying goodbye to Zheng Dongliang, Wang Longhu got up and quietly left the hospital, sprinting back to Changkengding with steps practiced in Lightweight Skill.
...
Morning.
"I heard typhoon Coral is coming—safety first, everyone shouldn’t co to the dam for morning exercises in the next few days. Let’s gather again once the typhoon has passed."
At the park square, Master Chen carried a small bag and smiled at the elderly n and won who were stretching to warm up their muscles.
"Master Chen, you’re looking healthier and healthier, how co your results seem better though we’re all practicing standing pole exercises?"
"Master Chen has been doing this for years, definitely getting more benefits than those newer to it, persistence really matters."
"Hahaha, don’t rush everyone. Cultivating oneself and strengthening the body isn’t achieved overnight; it requires consistent patience." Master Chen laughed heartily, placed his bag on a stone bench, and prepared to join the warm-up exercises.
But just then, a figure sitting unmoving nearby suddenly stood and walked over.
"Good morning, Master Chen." Wang Longhu greeted with a smile.
"Is it you?" Chen Wen was slightly surprised to see Wang Longhu appear.
In his mory, he hadn’t seen this kid for a while; before, he would often spot Wang Longhu running and exercising on the dam.
Ever since he taught him Beng Fist, the kid vanished, leaving Chen Wen to believe he probably couldn’t endure the hardships of martial arts training and gave up once the initial enthusiasm faded.
"Why did you suddenly think of coming for morning exercises today..." Chen Wen was about to tease when his eyes focused on Wang Longhu’s physique; he was instantly shocked.
The present Wang Longhu had sharp eyes, slightly raised temples, and his figure was noticeably more robust than his previously scrawny looks, as if transford into a different person.
"Have you managed to perfect Beng Fist?" Chen Wen asked.
"Yes, Master Chen, I also mastered Ming Jin. According to our agreent, I’m here specifically this morning to ask you for guidance on the remaining Pi, Zuan, Pao, and Heng Fists." Wang Longhu smiled brightly.
In contrast, Chen Wen’s expression was one of shock, awe, and bewildernt, unable to speak montarily.
How long has it been since the ntion of Ming Jin?
With martial arts banned in peaceti, ordinary people aren’t taught true techniques in martial arts clubs; both External Boxing and Internal Boxing have beco restricted to civilians, their thods "locked."
Without a true teacher’s hands-on guidance, one can’t grasp the essence of martial arts, let alone use martial arts effectively.
The Three Body Stance, as Xingyi Boxing’s Pile Skill, taught to Wang Longhu was rely the basic stance; many detailed theories and insights about refining energy from essence weren’t ntioned.
Ming Jin is even more so; the Five Elents Fist in Xingyi Boxing sounds like five punches but actually comprises five force training and release thods, which, combined with Twelve Forms Fist, can be ford into ’Horse Form Cannon Force,’ ’Tiger Form Pi Force,’ ’Eagle Form Zuan Force,’ and other skills.
A martial artist must master the force-generating thods of Five Elents Fist and Twelve Forms Fist and then train to convert strength into force using life essence to develop true Ming Jin.
A Ming Jin punch can be lighter at six to seven hundred pounds or heavier at over a thousand pounds, able to smash bricks and stones with a single strike.
Chen Wen originally planned to gradually teach Wang Longhu these skills, firstly appreciating his talent and secondly testing his patience and character.
If you can’t endure this kind of dullness, what’s the point of learning martial arts?
Yet Chen Wen never imagined that after teaching Wang Longhu just one move—Beng Fist—the kid would self-study to master Ming Jin?
What an extraordinary genius.
"Gulp." Even Chen Wen unconsciously swallowed, then asked, "How much force can you punch with now, have you tested it?"
Wang Longhu imdiately recounted last night’s achievents, leaving Chen Wen speechless.
With Wang Longhu’s talent, within a year or so, he could elevate martial arts training to an incredibly frightening level.
At that ti, his skills might truly rival those of National Martial Arts Grandmasters like Yang Luchan, Li Longneng, Sun Lutang, and Guo Yunshen.
"Talents erge from the people, alright, today I’ll teach you all the essence of Xingyi Boxing, it all depends on your comprehension to what extent you’ll train." Chen Wen sighed with emotion, starting to demonstrate the release thods and essentials of the Five Elents Fist and Twelve Forms Fist to Wang Longhu.
Reviews
All reviews (0)