"Alright then." Zhang Feng, upon hearing the endless chatter, concluded, "I’ll head to the martial arts gym tomorrow morning, and we can discuss the rest in detail face-to-face."
"Okay!" The gym owner responded and asked, "Should I co pick you up in the morning?"
"No need." Zhang Feng declined, "It’s not far. I’ll just jog over and use it as a warm-up."
...
The next day.
Since it was considered the ’first official day at work.’
Zhang Feng arrived at nine in the morning.
Because that was the opening ti of the gym.
At the entrance,
Zhang Feng looked inside and saw only a new instructor he didn’t recognize, instructing two early-arriving students.
"Hello." The new instructor saw Zhang Feng approaching and gave him a questioning look, "Are you here to sign up, or?"
"Hello." Zhang Feng approached him as well, "I’m also an instructor at the gym."
Zhang Feng looked upstairs, "Is the gym owner here?"
"Probably not yet?" he replied, "I arrived half an hour early, and there were only a few cleaning staff here."
This new instructor was hired just yesterday afternoon.
He also ca early today, intending to show the gym owner that he was diligent and not slacking off.
"Why don’t you go check upstairs?" he suggested again, "I’m not sure if the gym owner has arrived."
"Okay, thank you." Zhang Feng nodded and prepared to go upstairs for a look.
’This guy is still naive.’ The new instructor watched Zhang Feng head off without a word and thought he seed quite youthful,
’Even if you arrive early, you shouldn’t deliberately flaunt it in front of the boss. Instead, let the boss discover your hard work incidentally.’
The new instructor had his own workplace philosophy and didn’t try to persuade Zhang Feng.
After all, he’s a stranger, and sotis, even if you an well, people may not appreciate it.
Zhang Feng didn’t think much of it, and in just a few minutes, he had checked several rooms upstairs and downstairs.
Aside from a few cleaning staff, the gym owner indeed hadn’t arrived.
’Probably drank too much yesterday?’ he thought.
Zhang Feng shook his head, not caring much, practicing anywhere is still practice.
Seeing there was cleaning work upstairs,
Zhang Feng chose not to disturb them and headed back downstairs.
"The gym owner isn’t here yet, right?" the new instructor asked when he saw Zhang Feng coming down.
"Not yet," Zhang Feng replied, and then moved to an empty area nearby. He half-crouched and started practicing resonance overclocking, focusing on the muscle groups for the Eight-Step Chasing Cicada.
Currently, there were still two ridians in Zhang Feng’s Eight-Step Chasing Cicada that were not opened.
Once opened, he could engage in practicing the big Demon Subduing Fist and Cloud-Exploring Palm Skill.
But Zhang Feng didn’t choose to continue opening them; instead, he resonated.
’I still have significant room for improvent in my constitution. I might as well improve my constitution first and set my visualization on ’Spirit Awakening,’ killing two birds with one stone.’
After pondering for a while, Zhang Feng focused his thoughts and looked at his fingers.
Although he ca with the intention to teach students, Zhang Feng instinctively practiced his basic exercises for the day first.
As for teaching students, he would wait for more students to arrive at the gym before starting.
Since teaching two or teaching ten was the sa.
He watched how they exercised their strength, and it was the sa approach.
’Is this... a horse stance?’
Not far away, the instructor glanced a few tis at Zhang Feng, unable to comprehend what Zhang Feng was doing.
Because Zhang Feng’s current stance was quite unusual.
His body seed like a horse stance, but his right arm was raised, palm facing inward, about half a ter away from his eyes.
’What kind of move is this?’ The instructor was puzzled.
He had a considerable martial arts background and had seen many stances.
Although he didn’t understand the profound training thods, he knew Zhang Feng’s stance didn’t match any fist skill he was familiar with.
"Coach!"
At this mont, a student who was unfamiliar with so movents called out to him.
Seeing he had sothing to attend to, the instructor didn’t pay more attention to Zhang Feng, but shook his head internally.
’This coach is so young, perhaps all he’s showing off is a display to pretend he’s skilled?’
The instructor thought to himself but chose not to provoke him and focused on his own tasks.
And Zhang Feng remained crouched for about forty minutes.
He saw that more people gradually gathered in the gym.
By ten in the morning, twelve people had gathered in the gym.
"Pay attention to your breathing." Yet at this point, the instructor who previously paid no mind to Zhang Feng was teaching a student and half-mindedly looking at Zhang Feng.
’He’s maintained this odd horse stance for over half an hour? Wow! He genuinely has so skills!’
He was now truly surprised by Zhang Feng.
Even though so advanced practitioners could maintain stances for that long,
very few could stay completely still like Zhang Feng, standing like a statue.
In reality, several ridian muscle groups inside Zhang Feng’s loose pants were twitching.
These twitching muscles effectively dissipated most of the stiffness.
Of course, if Zhang Feng were to stand still, he could.
The months of training on a deserted island gave Zhang Feng a deep understanding of Stable Strength, and coupled with his current constitution, standing in the horse stance for an hour was effortless.
’67%.’
At this mont, Zhang Feng’s focus was not on Stable Strength at all; he was subconsciously refining resonance.
His visualization was still fixed on his finger.
The intensity was currently at 67%.
Zhang Feng could concentrate this intensity within 2 minutes, then slowly adjust and try to deepen it from the existing 67%.
’After a year of training in the adventure world, I ca to a conclusion.’
Zhang Feng looked at his slightly reddened index finger, ’Even without the Rock Fruit, there’s hope for my Spirit Awakening. Because that warming sensation and feeling of Spirit Awakening seem genuinely achievable through visualization.’
As he mused, his finger cooled as his mind wandered, dispersing the heat.
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