When the disciples in the courtyard saw that their master had returned, they immediately practiced even more diligently. Their shouts were louder than ever before.
Sun Chengshan glanced over with satisfaction on his face and walked to the end of the courtyard.
There was a well-made armchair and a small matching coffee table. This was his special seat.
He did not sit down at this moment. He only picked up a cup of tea from the coffee table that a disciple had brewed for him and said to Wang Yu indifferently, "Get into a horse stance."
Wang Yu was stunned for a second. Then, he quickly looked at the few disciples in the courtyard who were in horse stance and lowered his waist like them.
However, his horse stance was much worse than a real martial artist's. It looked superficial and unstable.
Sun Chengshan did not mind. He reached out and massaged different spots on Wang Yu's body.
"That'll do."
A moment later, Sun Chengshan stopped and let Wang Yu stand up.
Wang Yu couldn't tell what Sun Chengshan was thinking, so he just did as he was told.
"Hezheng, come." Sun Chengshan sat in the armchair and waved to the older disciple.
"Yes, master," Song Hezheng said seriously, striding forward to the center of the courtyard.
"I'll only demonstrate three times. Take down as many details of my movements as you can."
As soon as Song Hezheng finished speaking, he got into position before Wang Yu could even respond.
He breathed in, took a step and gave a punch.
"Pop!"
The punch was as fast as lightning. It pierced the air with a crisp sound.
Then a second punch, a third…
Song Hezheng moved around, his steps steady and regular, moving with the momentum of his fists.
Wang Yu's eyes widened. What Song Hezheng had demonstrated to him was undoubtedly a set of fist techniques.
He guessed that this was also a test before he entered the sect. He did not dare to be careless and focused on every move Song had demonstrated.
Within moments, Song's punches came to an abrupt halt.
"That's the first time."
After the simple reminder, he started the second round from the beginning. His punches were still smooth as flowing water, and every move seemed to be precise.
Wang Yu groaned under his breath.
At the end of the first round, he quickly reviewed it in his mind, but he could only remember the few stunning punches Song had thrown. Most of them were still unclear to him.
After all, he had never come into contact with martial arts before and was completely relying on his memory to memorize it.
The second round was also over quickly. Song continued to demonstrate for the third time without stopping.
Wang Yu stood still, his eyes had never left Song.
By the end of the second run, he had already memorized much of it.
After the third time, he was confident that he could reconstruct most of Song's moves in his memory.
After the boxing session, Sung looked normal and didn't even pant. This amount of exercise couldn't even make him sweat.
"This is half the set of the basic style of our Shadowless Fist. Show me what you've memorized."
Sun Chengshan had already drunk half a cup of tea. He said to Wang Yu after Song Hezheng walked to his side.
Wang Yu rarely did anything that he was not confident of, but this time, he could only bite the bullet.
He took a stance. Compared to Song Hezheng who was the orthodox disciple, he was naturally less imposing and his movements were not fully to standard.
Wang Yu couldn't care less. He forced himself to keep calm and restored as many details as possible according to his memory.
After finishing half the set of the basic moves, Wang Yu was quite satisfied with his own performance.
In such a short period of time, he felt that it was already extraordinary for him to be able to memorize so many movements and connect them so well.
Sun Chengshan nodded. "Your aptitude is average, but your comprehension is quite good."
"Then I…" Wang Yu was delighted. Although the evaluation was not excellent, it was fine as long as he could practice martial arts.
As long as he could practice till he had some achievements, he could survive in this world and not work in the mines until he died.
Sun Chengshan narrowed his eyes and snorted. "Don't be happy too early. It takes time and money to practice martial arts.
"Let's not talk about the long term. If you can't reach the first level of Body Tempering in three months, it will prove that you are not fated to practice martial arts. At that time, you will have to leave on your own. You will lose all that you have put into this. You must consider carefully."
"I've thought it through. Please accept me!"
Wang Yu did not hesitate at all. His expression was firm as he handed over the tuition fees with both hands.
...
Wang Yu began to stay at the dojo since that night.
He did not pay the 1,000 dollars tuition fees for nothing. At least on the surface, he was considered a temporary disciple of the dojo and could stay there.
The courtyard of the dojo was quite big. There were several rows of rooms.
Wang Yu was assigned to stay in a room with the other two temporary disciples.
One of them was called Wang Sanwa, and the other was called Bull Li.
Wang Sanwa looked ordinary and small. He did not look like a child from a good family.
He was two years younger than Wang Yu.
Bull Li was as his name suggested. He had dark skin and was as strong as an ox. He was 20 years old this year.
"Brother Wang, we share the same ancestors. We should take care of each other in the dojo in the future."
Wang Sanwa was the first to talk to Wang Yu. He was quite lively and talkative.
"It's only temporary. I might be leaving in three months." Wang Yu shook his head.
"Of course me too. I've been here for almost two months, but I haven't even tried the first level of Body Tempering. If anyone was to leave, it'd be me."
Wang Sanwa's bed was next to Wang Yu's. Although Bull Li was an honest fellow, he was quiet and did not speak often.
It was great that Wang Yu came, Wang Sanwa couldn't stop chatting.
Wang Yu was willing to communicate. Through Wang Sanwa, he learned a lot about the dojo in advance.
For example how their master, Sun Chengshan, had only been in Island Town No. 732 for three years, but he had already managed to make the dojo a famous one here.
It was all because of his personal strength.
It was said that he had relied on his unpredictable Shadowless Fist to cultivate to the fifth level of the Body Tempering.
In three years, he had consecutively fought three dojo masters and rose to fame.
Wang Sanwa did not know much about their master, Sun Chengshan. After all, he had only been here for about two months and had mostly only heard about him from other disciples.
The next day, early in the morning.
All the temporary disciples gathered in the courtyard and began their morning exercise.
Song Hezheng appeared an hour later and looked for Wang Yu.
"You've already seen the first half of the basic set yesterday. Next, I'll teach you the complete basic style of the Shadowless Fist.
"Train well and strive to reach the first level of Body Tempering in three months."
Song Hezheng encouraged Wang Yu.
He was the Eldest Senior Brother here, so he was qualified to teach on behalf of his master.
Wang Yu could not wait anymore and immediately nodded in agreement.
Song Hezheng filled in the gap between yesterday's punches and completed a set of basic boxing moves in front of Wang Yu.
There was no more stopping until the end.
"Memorize this set of fist techniques first and familiarize yourself with it. Remember, the more proficient you are with the movements, the more efficient the body tempering effects are. If you encounter any confusion during the process, you can look for me," Song said unhurriedly.
"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother." Wang Yu thanked him.
Song Hezheng nodded and continued to guide the other temporary disciples.
Wang Yu immediately retracted his gaze and opened the interface in his mind.
Name: Wang Yu
Race: Human
Cultivation: None
Martial Arts Cultivation Method: Shadowless Fist - Basic Fist Style (Can be cultivated)
"There it is!"
Wang Yu clenched his fists. After looking at the interface countless times, there was finally a change.
In the martial arts cultivation method column, the basic fist technique of Shadowless Fist taught by Song Hezheng appeared on it and showed that it could be cultivated.
"But, how do I cultivate it?"
Wang Yu frowned and tried to execute the basic fist stance. He suddenly stepped forward and punched.
His punch was already much better than it had been the day before. It became more stable.
The interface did not change. Seeing this, Wang Yu simply finished the entire set of basic boxing moves.
His physical strength was far inferior to Song's. Even though his moves were not up to standard yet as he was unfamiliar with them, he still sweat a lot.
The soreness and numbness in his muscles were quite strong.
"It's that magical?" Wang Yu was stunned for a moment. He temporarily forgot about the interface in his mind and focused on these basic moves.
It was clearly just an imitation, but the effect of the exercise was real.
"Is it because of these special movements?" Wang Yu guessed.
"As he said, if I'm proficient in this set of techniques, my physical fitness will probably increase greatly."
This time, Wang Yu was even more interested in these fist techniques. After a short rest, he immediately resumed practice.
A more precise first punch was thrown.
+1
"What?"
Wang Yu was stunned. Something seemed to have popped up in front of him just now.
He glanced at the interface. Everything was the same as before. He calmed down a little and punched again.
+1
This time, Wang Yu saw it clearly.
At the moment of his punch, a translucent '+1' appeared on his fist.
Although he did not understand the meaning of the numbers on his fists yet, he could basically conclude that it was related to the interface in his mind.
Wang Sanwa had not mentioned this number to him last night. He was probably the only one who had such a situation.
Therefore, Wang Yu simply finished a set of punches in one go.
During this period, the translucent '+1' appeared 11 times.
"It seems to be the proficiency function I set in the game."
In order to confirm his hypothesis, Wang Yu began to repeat this basic fist technique over and over again.
If he was tired, he would rest for a while. After resting, he would continue training without stopping.
Wang Yu was drenched in sweat and did not notice at all.
He felt the heat all over his body, with his heart pounding and his blood pumping.
His eyes grew brighter. Every time he performed a set of punches, he would gain some insights and discover a more standard technique for exerting force in detail. He did not need Song Hezheng's physical guidance.
In just a day, he had already mastered the moves pretty well. He did not look like a newbie at all.
In fact, many temporary disciples who had been practicing for a month or two were not as skilled as Wang Yu.
"Many force exertion nodes and techniques are self-taught in a day. Why did Master say that his comprehension is only passable…"
Song's mouth twitched.