Standing in front of him, Charles's height of 188 cm and weight of 200 pounds (about 190 jin) did indeed give a considerable sense of oppression.
However, it was obvious that he had never been in a fight before; he could only awkwardly edge closer and push Li Ang with both hands.
With Li Ang's weight of 118 jin, such a push from Charles did indeed make him stagger.
But as Charles's hands pushed forward, Li Ang didn't even need to think; his body had already subconsciously reacted.
His right leg stretched out, his body quickly closed the distance with Charles's, with a sideways movement similar to the Iron Mountain Lean, combined with strength in his hands.
In the instant before Charles could react, he was already lying on the sandy ground.
Li Ang extended a hand, helping Charles up, and said,
"Continue, bring out your strength."
Charles finally realized that his bro seemed to have truly learned some kung fu.
For a moment, his competitive spirit was ignited; after all, he couldn't lose in physical confrontation to Li Ang, who was so much smaller than him, right?
Charles swung a tentative punch towards Li Ang, but to the current Li Ang, such speed was like slow motion.
"Movements too slow, no strength in the body, footing not stable, and the strike location is also incorrect..."
As Li Ang pointed out the various mistakes in Charles's movements, he dodged his fist, lightly tapping twice on his ribs.
If Charles was knocked down by Li Ang earlier, then this time he squatted down himself from the pain.
"Oh! Charles! I feel like I've been hit by a bullet."
Charles had a constipated expression, rubbing the spot where Li Ang just struck him.
In fact, Li Ang didn't dare to use the strength-releasing techniques of Tongbei Fist, fearing he might make him cry.
The power release of [Tongbei Fist] emphasizes through-strength, mainly consisting of chopping, lifting, and crashing strikes.
A casual strike to someone's body is very painful.
"I think there's no need for more demonstration, Li, please let me learn with you."
As if wearing a mask of pain, Charles decisively indicated he didn't need any further demonstration of Chinese Kung Fu.
Li Ang did this to let him experience it firsthand because otherwise, even if he followed along in training, he might not be diligent.
It was also to make him realize the strength of kung fu, which greatly helps in building confidence.
As for hitting him a few times, it wasn't really much; young people aren't afraid of physical pain, but rather the blow to their self-esteem when bullied.
"Don't be discouraged, Charles, in no time, you can be as strong as me."
After the hit, of course, he needed some reassurance.
This step is also the most important one, to build up his courage to fight.
Charles doesn't have a stats panel, so even if he seriously studies, he definitely won't be able to apply traditional martial arts into actual combat in a short period of time.
Therefore, Li Ang had no intention of methodically teaching him from the basics.
If he were to slowly learn until he became capable of real combat, by that time, the kid might already be old enough to fetch soy sauce.
What he mainly taught Charles were a few practical moves for combat, which he could use flexibly.
Besides, if Charles just had the courage to fight, his inherent strength wouldn't be bad at all.
At 200 pounds, a few punches from an average person would be like tickling him.
It was exactly the weak spot where Li Ang had just specifically targeted his punches; otherwise, hitting the fat wouldn't even hurt.
It's true what they say, "The bigger they are, the harder they hit."
At this moment, in Charles's mind, he had already imagined himself using Chinese Kung Fu to knock down those bullies.
Li Ang casually demonstrated a few moves to him, and the sound of his clothes rustling elicited gasps of amazement from Charles.
With Li Ang's current skill level, indeed, he would have more than enough to coach at any ordinary boxing gym.
Charles's talent didn't disappoint him either; he was quite good at imitating the moves one by one.
These moves weren't exactly upright and honorable, but that also meant they were quite useful in actual combat.
After making sure Charles got the hang of the movements, Li Ang let him repeat the actions to familiarize himself, while he himself practiced Pile Skill.
In the subsequent practice sessions, Li Ang purposely went through a few extra moves with him to make Charles's progress appear obvious.
"Charles, my brother, your martial arts talent is higher than I imagined. You might be able to take on all three of them by yourself in less than a week," Li Ang said.
Charles was also brimming with excitement; he felt as though he had learned something incredible, and he practiced even more earnestly.
How much technical skill he could master depended on him, but in Li Ang's view, Charles's courage was already on the rise.
"Starting now, you need to run five kilometers every morning and evening, after training with me. Can you do that?" Li Ang asked.
Charles agreed immediately. In his mind, such intensity of training was actually considered low.
After all, in the movies he had seen, the protagonists had to train in heavy snow and carry dozens of buckets of water up a mountain every day.
In fact, Li Ang wasn't completely deceiving him; in his estimation, if Charles could build his stamina and not hesitate to strike, he could definitely handle two opponents on his own.
"Also, if they bother you again, just call me," Li Ang added.
With his current strength, Li Ang might still flinch at the thought of a robbery, but dealing with a few high-school bullies who only picked on the weak was not a problem.
In the afternoon practice with Charles, Li Ang discovered he too had made considerable gains.
Although Charles's technique was practically nonexistent, his physical build was there, which made it somewhat akin to real combat.
Li Ang found that his proficiency in [Tongbei Fist] increased by 20% on top of the existing foundation.
However, repeatedly using his good brother as a punching bag seemed a bit inappropriate, and Li Ang immediately thought of the old man he had encountered before.
As he was about to look up the old man's martial arts school on his phone, he received a call from Hua Tianming.
"Comrade Xiao Li, this is Hua Tianming. You know, our school is currently short of a part-time coach, and I was wondering if you had some free time?"
Li Ang was stunned for half a second. He had actually been planning to pay to experience their martial arts school, but now the situation had turned into one where he could earn money instead.
After thinking about it, he felt it was pretty much the same; as a coach, he could still spar with the students, it shouldn't be a problem to use the training equipment for free, and he could also make some money on the side.
So he readily agreed, arranging to go there every morning.
Actually, Hua Tianming had been wrestling with the decision for quite some time. Since he had already spoken his mind earlier, it obviously wasn't appropriate to accept disciples anymore.
But how could he draw Li Ang in? After much deliberation, he realized that money was the simplest and most direct method.
Once Li Ang started working as a part-time coach at the school, after a few years, when he matured a bit, they could give him a more senior title and gradually pass on the mantle.
Even without the name of master and disciple, having the substance was almost as good.
Early the next morning, Li Ang followed the location Hua Tianming sent him and found the martial arts school located in the city center.