Translator: CinderTL
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"Hello, my na is Cao Tong, and from today, I will be your martial arts instructor."
"Let's go over the rules first. For those entering the core class, you must be here by 9 AM every day and practice until 3 PM before you can leave."
"als will be provided by the martial arts hall, and if you have any questions, feel free to co to at any ti."
In the training room with wooden floors, Cao Tong, who stood nearly 1.9 ters tall, was positioned at the center of the room. Dressed in a deep gray martial arts uniform, he resembled a small mountain, creating a heavy presence that was imposing.
From the ti they entered until now, only a minute had passed.
His gaze was commanding. He did not bother with small talk or polite greetings with anyone, including Chen Feng, and simply instructed everyone to stand in formation.
With a voice like a thunderclap, he continued, "The martial arts hall has invested considerable resources in your training, but not for no reason."
"It's all for the legacy of our Fla Tiger Hall's martial arts style to thrive!"
As his powerful words reverberated through the room, many of the young trainees showed excited and slightly agitated expressions.
He didn't keep them waiting. Cao Tong raised his hand, signaling for silence, and continued scanning the room. His gaze briefly t Chen Feng's, then focused on a few promising candidates.
He settled his posture, sinking his center of gravity, fingers curling into claws.
His spine straightened, elbows slightly bent, and the movent was fluid as his arms dropped into an intertwined position.
In the blink of an eye, it felt as though the world had shifted.
Chen Feng's pupils contracted as if he had just seen a ferocious tiger stir to life.
"Sky-Fla Crimson Tiger Style!"
"Rember, this is the martial arts style of our Fla Tiger Hall!"
"It will help you break free from diocrity and achieve a realm beyond human limits!"
The powerful voice rang out, like a tiger's roar in the ear.
Under this imnse pressure, Cao Tong moved his body. His thick legs dug into the floor, causing the wooden boards to creak under the strain.
He then clenched his fists, bent his knees, and tightened his thigh muscles.
The next mont, he demonstrated the most basic stance.
"Fla Tiger Stance!"
"Also known as Inferno Tiger Fist, combining both stillness and motion, it can be trained and used in combat."
"This is one of the fundantal techniques of the Sky-Fla Crimson Tiger Style, with a total of eleven moves."
"By practicing the Tiger Imagery Visualization Chart, it will help your body undergo refinent, activating your tendons, bones, and internal organs..."
His voice continued to roll, as Cao Tong's body shifted. His chest caved in, back straightened, and his shoulders dropped.
The eleven movents flowed seamlessly, and for a mont, it seed as if a blazing red tiger truly appeared before Chen Feng's eyes.
At tis it crouched with fierce eyes, radiating authority, and at others, it leapt across ravines, shaking the mountains with its force.
When he finished, Cao Tong broke his stance and slowly walked to the side of the training room.
A cloth-wrapped round axle hung from the ceiling, with a red rope dangling.
With a swish, Cao Tong grabbed the rope and pulled. The round axle spun, and the cloth fell, revealing a massive image on the canvas.
In the blink of an eye, everything before Chen Feng disappeared, leaving only the image of a mighty tiger covered in fiery red flas.
The black "king" character on its forehead exuded power, its vertical pupils looking down, claws as sharp as blades, and feet stomping on the red fla.
It was a majestic sight, intimidating and overbearing.
This vision left a deep imprint on his mind, and a rush of energy overwheld him.
"This is the visualization technique of our Fla Tiger Hall—Crimson Tiger Soaring Through the Sky."
"When practicing stances and fists, keep your mind calm and visualize the red tiger."
"This will activate your blood and refine your muscles, tendons, and internal organs. It will also nurture your fist's energy, with your chest holding the form and your breath like a ferocious tiger."
The words echoed in the room as the expressions of the students varied. So were excited, while others took the opportunity to ask questions.
"Coach Cao, does the Fla Tiger Stance have any stages? What are the special benefits once we reach the later stages?"
"Good question!"
Cao Tong's face remained calm as he answered, "After mastering the basics, there are three stages of the Fla Tiger Stance: Tiger Form, Tiger Roar, and Tiger Might."
"Mastering Tiger Form ans you can emulate the power of a tiger, refining your body and strengthening your physique."
"Reaching the Tiger Roar stage will allow you to fortify your tendons and bones, producing a roaring sound that can intimidate enemies!"
"As for Tiger Might..."
He paused for a mont, then motioned for soone to bring over a sandbag.
Weighing a full 100 kilograms, it caused the floor to tremble as it was placed.
"Watch carefully!"
With a change in posture, Cao Tong suddenly threw a punch.
Roar!!
The punch released a forceful wind, and an audible tiger's roar surged forth.
For a mont, it felt as if he had transford into a soaring crimson tiger, striking the sandbag with all his might.
Boom!!!
A muffled explosion echoed as the sandbag exploded.
The crowd gasped, and Chen Feng's pupils shrank in shock.
Destroying the sandbag was no easy feat—it was far more difficult than simply knocking it away.
For a long while, the group remained silent, stunned by the shredded sandbag and the scattered sand on the floor.
"This is the Tiger Might stage..."
"It enables you to internalize your strength and develop extraordinary power."
Cao Tong slowly retracted his fist, and the aura around him gradually dissipated.
"Did you all get it?"
As the words fell, everyone nodded eagerly, their eyes still wide in shock.
Seeing their reaction, Cao Tong smiled slightly, clearly pleased.
"Alright, you don't need to think too much about it."
"At this point, it's too early for you to grasp its full aning. Let's get to practicing your stances..."
Hearing this, everyone nodded.
Those in the core class were all exceptional individuals. Looking around, their eyes were filled with determination and excitent, as if they believed that in no ti, they would master the style and beco invincible in Nanjiang.
Cao Tong, noticing their expressions, shook his head inwardly but refrained from comnting.
"Better not disillusion them yet."
"After a few days of training, they'll soon realize how difficult this truly is."
With that thought, he quickly demonstrated the Fla Tiger Stance once more, signaling everyone to follow.
"Tiger Form, Tiger Roar, Tiger Might..."
As he stood in stance, Chen Feng's eyes briefly flickered with understanding.
Clearly, compared to this martial style, basic sparring was a walk in the park.
Realizing this, Chen Feng suppressed his excitent, focused his mind, and stood firm in his position, ready to practice the stances.
The red tiger's image faintly reappeared in his mind, but it felt as though sothing was missing—just on the edge of slipping away.
"Coach Cao, why does the visualization disappear when I move my limbs?"
One of the other trainees asked, followed by several others.
"When your mind is unsettled, the visualization will naturally fade."
"The more impatient you are, the harder it becos..."
After offering a brief explanation, Cao Tong advised everyone to reflect and remain calm.
Mastering the visualization technique was never easy. If it were that simple, they wouldn't have been so carefully selected and cultivated.
As he watched the students practice, his gaze fell on a few promising ones.
"Pei Yue's talent is indeed impressive. No wonder Senior Zhao recomnded him as a genius—he's already mastering the visualization technique."
"Oh? Wu Tian... Last ti, he was only at an amateur level, but now he's already reached the Tiger Form."
"Looks like Senior Wu has been teaching him privately, huh?"
Cao Tong's eyes occasionally nodded or shook, assessing his students.
While privately passing on the technique was a sensitive issue, considering Wu's background, he chose not to comnt further.
His attention then shifted to Lin Hao and a few others who had invested heavily in the core class.
Noticing their awkward posture, he made a ntal note to provide so extra guidance later.
"That kid... I wonder how he's doing."
With that thought, Cao Tong's gaze unexpectedly landed on Chen Feng.
Having witnessed his performance during the evaluation, Cao Tong felt so expectations for him.
If it weren't for that, he wouldn't have made arrangents for Chen Feng to be placed in his core class for personal instruction.
Looking at Chen Feng now, he could see that his posture was perfect, but his visualization was still off, his movents stiff.
"Failed to grasp the visualization?" Cao Tong thought, slightly furrowing his brow.
"Martial arts enlightennt... could it be that I was wrong about him?"
(End of the Chapter)
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