Fanatic!

Chapter 46 Tiger Descends the Mountain

As Zhou Qing entered the warehouse, Chen Wujun immediately jumped out of the sandpit.

The wooden dummy boxing target is available at the martial arts school, but the sandpit is only available here, so Chen Wujun would practice the mud-walking step every time he came to the warehouse.

Even though his mud-walking steps are now both physical and spiritual, he hasn't relaxed at all.

"Master!" Chen Wujun, with a few sweat stains on his body, walked barefoot toward Zhou Qing.

He was only wearing a pair of shorts.

Zhou Qing glanced at Chen Wujun's bare upper body. His eyes were sharp, and he could tell at a glance that Chen Wujun's upper body had already taken on the shape of a crane.

In just one week, he developed the appearance of a crane.

What a talent!
Good seedling!
If anyone else had taken in such a promising talent, they would have definitely been trained as a disciple to uphold the family's reputation, with all their needs for food, clothing, shelter, and martial arts training provided by the teacher.

However, Zhou Qing had no such idea at all.

You'll never achieve great things if you don't strive and compete.

His disciples had to compete and fight from the very beginning.

"You've mastered the Crane Form well; you're getting the hang of it!" Zhou Qing nodded slightly, saying as he walked inside.

"Today I will teach you Tiger Descending the Mountain. This stance is a combination of the Tiger Stance of the old Xingyi Quan, the Crouching Tiger Stance of Shaolin, and the Tiger Stance of Southern Fist. It trains the whole force and the expediting force, just like a volcanic eruption, which increases strength and explosive power."

"If you stand in this position properly, your strength will increase significantly within a few months!"

When Zhou Qing talked about the tiger descending the mountain, his tone was noticeably different from when he talked about other stakes. Unlike his previous calm and indifferent narration, he spoke with a hint of pride.

"Master, did you create this stake?" Chen Wujun asked from behind Zhou Qing, a sudden thought flashing through his mind.

"It's a slight improvement on the previous methods of setting up the stakes!" Zhou Qing didn't explain much. He turned around, squatted down, hunched his back, and raised his head.

Chen Wujun and Zhou Qingyi exchanged glances and immediately felt a chill.

He felt as if Zhou Qing in front of him had transformed into a large, predatory cat, ready to pounce at any moment.

Especially the other person's eyes, it felt like I was the prey, and if I made a single move, they would pounce on me and tear me to pieces.

However, Zhou Qing got up in a short while.

"Did you see it clearly?"

"No..." Chen Wujun said honestly. This time he really didn't see it clearly. His mind was completely captured. He only saw a big cat in front of him, ready to pounce at any moment.

No sooner had he said this than Chen Wujun suddenly realized something and exclaimed, "I understand! The key to this stance is the push, not the stance!"

Upon hearing Chen Wujun's words, Zhou Qing, who was about to speak, was stunned.

The words of advice he was about to offer were stuck in his throat and he swallowed them back.

Then, with a look of curiosity in his eyes, he looked Chen Wujun up and down and nodded slightly: "You're right, the key to this stance is the push, not the stance!"

If a skilled martial artist were to recognize at a glance that the key to this stance lies in the act of pouncing, it would not be surprising.

Because their perspective and knowledge are limited.

But Xiao Shiliu has only been practicing martial arts for half a year, yet he can instantly realize that the key point of this stance is to pounce. That is truly remarkable.

"Watch my movements!" Zhou Qing once again demonstrated the Tiger Descending the Mountain stance, explaining:
"When you learn Wolf Fist, you should have learned the Five Bows. This stance is about using the spine as a bow and the waist and hips as a string, compressing the bones, muscles, and fascia of the body from head to toe into a huge spring."

"Inhaling is 'accumulating,' like compressing a spring to its fullest extent; exhaling is 'releasing,' but when standing in this stance, you must only accumulate and never release, always maintaining a position at the critical point of imminent explosion..."

……

A moment later, Chen Wujun stood like a tiger, staring intently ahead, his hands forming tiger claws and pointing diagonally downwards.

This time he was smarter and put the crystal under his tongue beforehand.

"Power originates from the ground, is stored in the back, and is released through the claws, channeling the power into the great bow of the spine!"

"Inhale deeply and briefly, as if you are drawing in all the strength and energy of your body, compressing it between your back and abdomen."

"Exhale slowly and gently, keeping yourself at your limit."

Zhou Qing's words kept reaching his ears, and Chen Wujun's forehead was covered with a dense layer of sweat after only standing for five minutes.

His body was tense to the extreme, and he could even feel his muscles trembling slightly from the tension. His thighs, buttocks, and lower back were becoming increasingly sore, as if his muscles were being constantly torn apart.

Zhou Qing stood to the side watching Chen Wujun's body tremble slightly.

He wanted to see how long Chen Wujun could last the first time.

This stance training requires an extremely high level of willpower.

Even though a martial artist's willpower far surpasses that of an ordinary person, of all the disciples he taught, only two managed to last for the duration of an incense stick on their first attempt.

At this moment, Chen Wujun was also gritting his teeth and persevering.

Even when he first started training his knees, his knees would become bloody and mangled, then gradually recover, only to become bloody and mangled again. Every time he raised his knee, it felt like a knife was stabbing into the flesh of his knee, but it was never as painful as it is now.

It was a throbbing, tearing sensation that seeped from the bone marrow and spread throughout the body. He didn't know how much time had passed, but as Zhou Qing's gaze shifted from scrutiny to admiration, Chen Wujun felt all the power in his body being integrated, overflowing with energy, as if it were about to burst forth at any moment.

At the same time, a primal, violent, bloodthirsty desire was constantly surging within him.

He wanted to tear something apart, but could only endure it bitterly.

Pain, bloodlust, and endurance all crammed into his body, causing him to constantly utter low growls in his throat.

Like a tiger imprisoned in a cage, constantly growling in agitation.

Chen Wujun had long felt that his body had reached its limit and his will was on the verge of breaking. However, since Zhou Qing did not tell him to stop, he gritted his teeth and maintained his rationality.

He wanted to make something of himself; he wanted to escape this stinking, backwater town.

He wants to live in a luxury mansion, drive luxury cars, and marry a female celebrity.

He wants to be the best!

I don’t know how long it took.

"That's it!"

When that sound rang out, Chen Wujun released the last of his pent-up energy, letting out a roar before collapsing to the ground, unable to move.

"One and a half pillars!" Zhou Qing nodded slightly, his eyes full of approval.

Previously, only two people had stood in this position for more than one incense stick's time the first time, and only one person had persisted for one and a half sticks.

That person is Shark Nine.

Shark Nine wasn't the most talented among his disciples; he was only considered above average. However, Shark Nine's willpower was top-notch, and he was ruthless enough to himself.

As for Xiao Shiliu... he was the best among all the disciples he had taken in, both in terms of talent and willpower.

What's especially remarkable is... his ruthlessness towards himself.

"You should practice the Tiger Descending the Mountain stance no more than three times a week, otherwise your body won't be able to recover."

……

"Huff—huff—" Chen Wujun collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. His body was completely out of his control.

He didn't even care when Zhou Qing left.

Although the body cannot move, the mind can still function.

"An old bear hugging a tree represents heaviness, a white crane probing a branch represents lightness, a tiger descending a mountain represents strength, and a nimble ape hanging from a beam represents softness... If you master these four aspects—heaviness, lightness, strength, and softness—then your kung fu is truly complete..."

As he gradually regained control of his body, Chen Wujun struggled to his feet, walked step by step to the wooden stake, and punched it hard.

He released that energy, but the primal, violent, bloodthirsty desire in his heart remained.

He desperately wanted to vent.

After driving the wooden stakes for half a day, Chen Wujun still felt that the bloodlust in his heart had not been vented.

After getting dressed and leaving the warehouse, he went straight to the Hetu Martial Arts School after returning to the fortress.

This was his first time visiting the Hetu Martial Arts School.

The martial arts school occupies four or five hundred square meters, taking up the first and second floors of a building.

On the first floor, there was a large amount of equipment, and dozens of muscular henchmen were working on various machines, sweating profusely.

A young man who is 1.9 meters tall and weighs over 300 kilograms is lifting a 400-kilogram barbell, while several people are watching.

"Looking for someone or registering?" Two young men behind the bar asked after glancing at Chen Wujun.

"Where is the 'inch explosion'?" Chen Wujun asked directly.

“Brother Jun?” A henchman turned his head when he heard the name Cunbao and immediately recognized Chen Wujun.

"The 'Inch-Blast Bro' is on the second floor!"

Chen Wujun nodded and went straight up the stairs to the second floor.

Upon hearing the name, the two young men behind the bar were puzzled, then suddenly realized who this person was.

New Horse under Shark Nine's command.

Most importantly, the betting match between Shark Nine and Man Lung has been the talk of the town these past few days.

There are four boxing rings on the second floor, surrounded by a large number of sandbags, wooden stakes, and various unfamiliar weapons.

At this moment, there were people fighting in three of the four boxing rings.

Chen Wujun glanced around and found that these people were using a modern fighting technique, somewhat similar in style to Wei Lian's "Cold Steel" fighting technique, but simpler than Cold Steel.

Seeing people fighting on the stage, Chen Wujun's bloodlust intensified, and his eyes were filled with eager anticipation.

(End of this chapter)