What do you mean I'm a ghost story?

Chapter 29 Learning from Pain
"hiss……"

Xia Qing, who was just moments ago full of pride, was now gasping for breath in pain.

"Now you know what pain is, but you don't know how to be careful. If you encounter something like this again, don't try to be brave."

Zhou Ying, who hadn't actually gone to sleep, brought Xia Qing some medicine for her wounds and helped clean them.

The medicine, which was probably hydrogen peroxide or some other weird ingredient, sizzled and bubbled when applied to the wound, making Xia Qing grimace in pain.

It was really fun beating people up and going on a rampage before.

But in the end, every punch lands squarely; the force is mutual.

He put in a lot of effort to break through as quickly as possible.

When it was time to rest and the adrenaline subsided, I realized that I was covered in bruises.

Leaving aside muscle strains caused by the intense bursts of energy in a short period of time, the bumps and scrapes along the way left behind a lot of bruises and abrasions.

After all, even if they are elderly people, they are still dozens of living, breathing individuals.

Tai Chi Chuan is currently only a conventional martial art with strong practical application, and even its practitioners' physical abilities are not beyond those of ordinary people.

Injuries are inevitable.

"It seems that the most urgent task is to continue to improve physical fitness and resilience."

After breaking out in a cold sweat and finally managing to treat her injuries, Xia Qing reflected deeply on her shortcomings and gains.

Today marks his first real-world experience.

Many problems were exposed.

First and foremost is physical fitness and resilience.

Needless to say, physical fitness is the foundation of any martial arts technique, no matter how exquisite it may be.

His physical abilities are only slightly above average among ordinary people. Compared to those extraordinary creatures, he pales in comparison, even to some normal beasts.

And the ability to withstand attacks is of paramount importance.

Reality is not a game. You only have one life. If you die, you die. If you lose an arm or a leg, you are permanently disabled.

If I were as fragile as a piece of paper, even with unparalleled martial arts skills, I wouldn't dare to engage in hand-to-hand combat with an inhuman monster.

In a situation like today, if he had encountered a physically powerful monster, or if those bewitched neighbors were armed with weapons, he probably wouldn't have fared well in the end.

Two fists can't beat four hands. If you're surrounded and stabbed in the back by a group of people, no matter how strong your mortal body is, you're still going to die.

Therefore, a hard skill that can enhance the body's resistance to blows is especially important.

This was something I had considered when I first set my sights on Iron Head Kung Fu, but the awakening of martial arts skills is beyond one's control, and in the end, it was Tai Chi that was personified.

"Next, try to master a hard skill first, so that you can have Tai Chi's 'Baoyuan Shouyi' for mental protection and hard skills like Iron Head Kung Fu on the physical level."

"If necessary, combine it with some protective gear, and your survival ability will basically be fine."

Xia Qing quickly thought of something else: "Right, it would be best to also learn a martial art using cold weapons..."

While Tai Chi Chuan is good for close-quarters combat, the power of fists is ultimately not as direct as that of weapons, and it also suffers from a disadvantage in terms of attack range.

If you're really going to fight to the death with a human or a monster, you'll definitely need a powerful weapon to have an advantage.

Furthermore, since titanium cards can be enhanced into Nightmare Weapons, other melee weapons certainly can too; it would be a huge waste not to use them.

Humans' greatest advantage is their ability to use weapons and tools; to not use them would be foolish.

"A long weapon would be best, so I can use the Money Dart technique at long range, a long weapon at mid-to-close range, and Tai Chi at close range..."

With a quick change of mind, Xia Qing found her target.

In normal life, weapons are definitely not needed, and it's impossible to carry such a thing around everywhere.

With Tai Chi and the Money Dart Technique for daily protection, one has more than enough strength.

When it comes to actually using weapons, it will inevitably be a life-or-death struggle, so nothing else needs to be considered except combat effectiveness.

While it is said that a shorter length is more dangerous, in actual combat, a longer length is always stronger – this is an eternal truth.

Now that we've mastered close-quarters combat and fist techniques, long weapons are the perfect way to compensate for our mid-to-close range attacks. The most obvious choice is naturally the spear.

This thing is the true king of weapons, with a length starting at two or three meters. It keeps enemies at bay in foot combat, and it's also a perfect match for mounted combat.

Skillful.

Xia Qing remembered that there were indeed old men practicing wielding large guns in Hero Park.

"I'll ask him for advice tomorrow if I get the chance, and once I've learned it, I'll find a nightmare... Holy crap!"

Xia Qingteng jumped up from the bed.

Grandpa Zhang!
I almost forgot about that!

I promised Zhang Hai and Grandpa Zhang today that I would take care of that nightmare in their house.

As a result, the bewitching nightmare suddenly attacked, causing him to forget about the whole thing.

After all, given the previous situation, I was too busy taking care of myself to have any time to care about others.

Xia Qing quickly took out her phone.

Previously, to prevent the Nightmare from using text messages to plot against him and to prevent the music playing in the middle from being interrupted, he put his phone in airplane mode.

When I opened it, sure enough, there were many messages sent by Zhang Hai, followed by a series of voice dialing records.

"Now, I'm afraid Zhang Hai has really confirmed my image as a swindler."

Xia Qing rubbed her forehead.

Zhang Hai never believed in superstitions, and now he's broken his promise. It's no wonder people think he's a swindler who ran off with the money.

However, Xia Qing is quite business-minded.

Since I've received the money, I'm bound to do the job.

Furthermore, he also hoped to make contact with that nightmare and see if he could still personify other martial arts techniques.

At the very least, it's good for upgrading weapons.

Xia Qing hurriedly sent a message to contact Zhang Hai.

He was stunned when he saw the red exclamation mark after he sent the message.

"Brother, even if I ran off with the money, shouldn't I be the one blocking you? What's with you blocking me? Are you rich and powerful? Out of sight, out of mind?"

Xia Qing was dumbfounded.

Zhang Hai actually blocked him.

I really can't understand this bizarre thought process.

A wealthy person's desperate attempt to save face after being scammed?
"Alright, let's see if we can run into Grandpa Zhang tomorrow."

Xia Qing was helpless against their actions.

Even if he wanted to help now, he didn't know where they lived, so he could only tell them to pray for good luck tonight.

Xia Qing didn't sleep well that night either.

Because of his reminder, many of the still-shaken neighbors called the police, and the police station later sent people to investigate the situation.

Unfortunately, it wasn't the official organization he had hoped for, the one responsible for fighting supernatural creatures like nightmares.

Ordinary police officers would never believe such supernatural talk, and even if they did, they wouldn't be able to write a report.

The investigation and questioning lasted for most of the night.

Since the nightmare had turned to ashes, there was no trace of him.

In addition, the neighbors mostly only suffered minor injuries such as falls, so the matter was left unresolved and basically faded away.

After all, the only injured neighbors didn't sue Xia Qing. Instead, they treated her as a lifeline, pointing out that the 'culprit' was some kind of supernatural evil spirit, which couldn't be established through normal procedures.

(End of this chapter)