sinovels Chapter 42 Leading by Example
Chapter 42 Leading by Example
Yang Silang knew nothing about boxing techniques, so he simply turned his sword stance into a series of wild, uncontrolled punches.
Long Yiyi's arms formed a circle, seemingly blocking and closing off, only defending and not guarding. But as Yang Silang punched down, he could vaguely feel the opponent's rebound force getting stronger and stronger, which was very uncomfortable. His own fists were about to swell up.
"Watch closely, this is the horizontal fist. Its power flows and gathers together, its force is like a bullet, and its offense is concealed within its defense."
Long Yi demonstrated a few moves to everyone, stepping into a bow stance, then suddenly extending his fist to throw it out, "Now switch from defense to offense... Drill Fist!"
Yang Silang felt as if his arms had been struck by a hammer, and a tremendous force, like a wave crashing over him, was about to knock him down. There was also a spiraling pulling force inside. He hurriedly shifted his weight between his feet, as if his feet were oiled to use the force, and his body was bent like an arc with his feet sticking to the ground.
stab...
The soles of the shoes smelled burnt.
bang...
He slammed heavily against the wall, his whole body aching as if his bones were about to fall apart, barely managing to stand—this old man was definitely doing it on purpose; the wind had even risen from his fists when he swung them.
Seeing that he hadn't fallen after being punched, Long glanced at him again, but ultimately didn't go up and deliver another punch. He just smiled and asked around.
"Kids, have you learned it?"
"From now on, we'll practice twice a day, once in the morning and once in the afternoon. How does that sound?"
Upon hearing this, everyone felt a tremor in their hearts, but none of them dared to voice any objection.
"Alright, next, I will demonstrate the stance training method."
"This method is not much different. You all have a foundation in stance training, so it's easy to learn. Just keep at it."
"Some people have already mastered stance training and can switch to other techniques very quickly."
Long Yi stood in a stance with his arms hanging down and began to explain the stance method in detail.
Two servants in blue robes took the opportunity to apply medicine to the wounds of the servants lying on the ground.
Wang Daniu was the most obviously injured; his trouser legs were rolled up, and both his knees were bruised.
He gave Yang Silang a mournful look.
"Fourth Brother, why did you leave me behind and run away...?"
Yang Silang shook his head, lifted his clothes, and revealed a large, dark fist-shaped mark on his abdomen.
"Brother, you don't understand. I really didn't intend to run, but my legs moved..."
I'm in a terrible state too; look at these injuries.
Wang Daniu: "..."
Fourth Brother, don't you feel any remorse saying that?
Before Long Yi's fist came flying, Yang Silang was thinking about whether to hold back some of his strength and go down with the flow.
But as the fist struck, his body seemed to be stirred by instinct, like an insect facing a predator's attack, filled with the terror of life and death, and he involuntarily darted out.
In other words, today he used the Rejuvenation Divine Power to practice martial arts. If he had used the Divine Strike Divine Power, Yang Silang was unsure whether he would have unleashed a burst of power and defense.
He mastered the mud-walking technique to its fullest extent, which allowed him to run a lap without getting punched.
Finally, I have to thank my stance training for surviving a punch.
However, his arms were so painful that he couldn't lift them, and they seemed swollen. His back was also in severe pain. Yang Silang suspected that the old man had used excessive force, but he had no evidence.
I'm still too weak!
Yang Silang, you must become stronger as soon as possible!
After an hour, Long Yiyan carefully explained the changes in the stance and many precautions before concluding the stance training.
This stance is essentially a horse stance, which is a bit more complicated than the three-legged stance because it involves switching and coordinating with the five major boxing stances, but it's not much more complicated.
"Alright... Let's get to know each other, teach each other the rules, and then we'll call it a day..."
"Go back and think it over carefully, and come early tomorrow." With a flick of his sleeve, Long Yi left through the gate, his two followers disappearing with him.
The martial arts hall isn't even locked—well, there aren't even any wooden stakes, and apart from that grand master's chair, it's completely empty, so what's the point of locking it?
The people in the martial arts hall looked at each other.
Everyone was bruised and battered, some even with blood streaming from their heads. Their clothes were wrinkled and some were even tattered, unable to cover their bodies.
People were somewhat dazed.
Where did the martial arts academy find such a mad coach?
There are still 179 days left. If things continue like this every day, won't I die at the hands of this one-eyed dragon?
A moment later, someone broke the silence.
Yan Tiansheng opened his mouth and a sour, foul smell wafted out. He had just been punched so hard that he had vomited. He cupped his hands in greeting to the soldiers, and after thinking for a moment, he also cupped his hands to Yang Silang and the others.
Originally, they looked down on the servants.
We earned our achievements through bloody battles, and we hold official positions, though you might call us servants, or to put it bluntly, a group of semi-servants who depend on their generals for martial arts skills.
We're not on the same social class.
If there's a servant in the household who can withstand a punch from the instructor without falling, then he's no ordinary servant. The army is a place that admires strength, and the strong should be respected.
"Brothers, we should have gotten together tonight since we met today..."
"Since everyone's like this, how about we reschedule for another day?"
Everyone nodded in agreement. Their faces, bruised and battered, were too ashamed to go out for a banquet—besides, they had just paid twenty taels of silver and were short of money.
If someone invites you, can't you invite them back later?
So let's just forget about it.
They helped each other up and left the martial arts hall and the military camp in a disheveled state, going their separate ways.
Wang Daniu walks like a duck because his knees hurt and he can't put any weight on them.
Yang Silang had already used the Rejuvenation Divine Power, and after a short while, he felt that the pain in his swollen arms, back, and abdomen had been greatly reduced.
Seeing Yang Silang's steps gradually become lighter, Wang Daniu was very envious. His stamina and recovery ability were truly superhuman. He had recovered a lot from his injury so quickly.
The two walked slowly, recounting their experience of the day's "turtle fist" (a type of martial arts move)...
No, they are the five major stances of Taizu Changquan, each with its own merits.
Having been beaten before, the image of Long Yi bursting forth with power and delivering a fierce and sudden punch was deeply imprinted in everyone's mind.
No matter who gets beaten up, it's hard to forget.
When Wang Daniu described the feeling of that chopping punch, he felt exactly the same as when his deceased father used to whip him mercilessly as a child.
The two exchanged ideas and both benefited from them.
As they walked, they unknowingly arrived at the Fengyan Building, where Ruan Mingyuan had treated them to drinks that day. They couldn't help but look up together, and saw that the windows on the top floor were open.
The sounds of string and wind instruments playing and singing, along with women's laughter, could be heard coming from inside.
"Sir...have a drink..."
The window moved.
An old man with one eye blind, his face covered in red lipstick marks, appeared at the window, grinning from ear to ear. A pretty young woman nestled against him, urging him to drink.
"Da Niu, look! It looks like Instructor Long..."
"Fourth Brother, that girl...that girl was the poor person who was with me that day!"
Yang Silang and Wang Daniu were both looking up at the same time, but each had their own focus.
"He actually used the money I paid to drink and gamble..." Yang Silang felt a pang of heartache and turned to look at his companion.
Wang Daniu's lips trembled with anger.
"How could she... how could she do this? Long Yi is old enough to be her father!"
"I was thinking of going again another day..."
"Hmm? Da Niu, you didn't say that before..."
Wang Daniu remained silent, and his mood was visibly low.
Yang Silang patted him on the shoulder and laughed.
"Brother, take it easy."
"Practice your boxing skills diligently..."
"Women may betray you, but your fists won't!"
"No pain, no gain!"
Wang Daniu nodded emphatically, "Fourth Brother, I'll listen to you!"
Women and such will only slow down my boxing practice!
The two walked to the alley entrance, just as they were about to part ways—Yang Silang was going to see his elder sister, and Wang Daniu was going back to recover from his injuries so he could prepare to be beaten again tomorrow.
"Speaking of which, that girl is so pitiful, wouldn't it be good to have another customer willing to give her money?"
Wang Daniu almost cried when he heard this.
Fourth Brother, I had almost forgotten about this. Why did you bring it up?
That's really bringing up the very thing you shouldn't be talking about.