Starting from becoming a god, I travel through the heavens.

Zhao Sheng's feet were flat on the ground, and his body rose and fell, as if he were riding a horse. This was the dynamic exercise of the horse stance, where the waist and stance were in harmony, and the lower body was as stable as a rock.

Stance training is fundamental to boxing. Maintaining a stable lower body is more important than improving one's boxing skills. In boxing matches, stance training is often the key to determining victory or defeat.

Because power usually surges from the feet, then reaches the center of the body, and finally strikes outward, this is the most painful way to hit someone. Therefore, a stable lower body and a good stance will result in a more powerful punch.

call!

As the sun rose and the morning glow faded, Zhao Sheng digested the last wisp of morning light, exhaled a deep breath of stale air, and then began his boxing practice for the day.

The way of fighting and the way of training in boxing are different. The way of fighting is to kill the enemy and pursue killing, so the aesthetics of boxing moves are not considered. As long as it can kill the enemy, it is a good move.

These moves are specifically designed to attack vital organs such as the eyes, throat, kidneys, and groin, including insidious techniques like eye-poking, throat-poking, kidney-poking, and groin-striking in Baguazhang.

The practice emphasizes self-cultivation, longevity, and the aesthetic appeal of the moves, making them appear graceful and fluid.

Martial arts performances showcase the training methods of boxing techniques. Many self-cultivation and longevity exercises are derived from boxing techniques and created through blending and integration.

He practices martial arts, and daily practice is a must. It not only prolongs his life but also nourishes his body and replenishes the damage caused by the fighting style.

"Huh? What's going on?" Zhao Sheng practiced his punches and suddenly realized that the punches he practiced today seemed different from those he practiced before. They seemed to be more fluid and skillful.

"Could it be because of that warm current yesterday? Did it make my aptitude and talent stronger?" Zhao Sheng thought to himself, but he didn't stop his punching. A sense of enlightenment flowed through his mind.

This sudden realization made him understand some of the more obscure and difficult aspects of boxing, which he then incorporated into his own understanding and experience of the art.

Bajiquan, Baguaquan, Taijiquan, Hung Kuen, Iron Wire Fist, Eagle Claw Fist...

Gradually, Zhao Sheng discovered that his boxing skills were becoming more and more refined, not only in a single style but also in other styles, and his movements were becoming more flexible and varied.

His comprehension has also improved!

This is Zhao Sheng's most intuitive thought. If it weren't for his increased comprehension, how could he explain the previously obscure and difficult parts of the boxing technique, which he now understands and comprehends after just one session of practice?

"It seems that the warm current I experienced yesterday not only cleansed my marrow and transformed me, but also enhanced my understanding. I wonder if it improved anything else?"

After practicing his boxing for a few rounds to finish his lesson for the day and reflecting on his training, Zhao Sheng left the martial arts school and headed to the hospital.

The martial arts gym opens at noon or midday, so he plans to go to the hospital for another check-up. If he's not mistaken, the warm feeling he experienced yesterday helped him transform in every way.

So he wanted to know if the warm current had completely cured his cancer.

Zhao Sheng hailed a taxi and headed to the Second People's Hospital.

He is a cautious person and was just diagnosed with cancer at the First People's Hospital yesterday. If the cancer is cured, there will be some risks involved in going there again.

He didn't want to show anything unusual for the time being, so as not to attract the attention of the Super God Academy, and more importantly, to avoid the gaze of the gods.

In the world of the Super God Universe, everyone is as naked as a god, with no secrets to speak of. A sweep of the dark dimension can even reveal what kind of underwear you plan to wear tomorrow.

Zhao Sheng knew this, so being cautious was always the right thing to do.

Juxia City Second People's Hospital.

A taxi stopped at the hospital gate. Zhao Sheng paid and got out, but as soon as he stepped out, a semi-transparent panel suddenly appeared in front of him: [World Travel (30%)]

Zhao Sheng remained calm, casually closed the car door, and then quickly walked into the hospital to find a place to sit down.

The panel is neither a proficiency panel nor a stat allocation panel, and it doesn't have any other functions such as displaying names; it only has a simple world-traveling function.

Moreover, it seems that the time travel function in this world cannot be used for time travel at the moment.

"The Infinite Flow of All Heavens?" Zhao Sheng pondered to himself. After obtaining the panel, he did not feel secretly pleased or laugh out loud, but remained calm and composed.

Martial arts temper one's character. If one's mind is affected by the appearance of the display panel, it proves that one's character has not been tempered enough.

After learning about the panel's functions, Zhao Sheng immediately stood up to register, spent some time finishing the examination, and then left the hospital.

He hadn't been checking for long; it was just past nine o'clock. After having breakfast at a noodle shop nearby, he took a taxi back to the martial arts school.

When Zhao Shenggang returned to the martial arts school, he saw more than a dozen people standing outside the door. They were all parents who had brought their children, presumably there to practice martial arts.

How could he possibly turn them away?

Zhao Sheng opened the door, glanced at the teenagers, then looked at the parents. "Are you all here to register your children?" he asked, knowing the answer already.

"Yes, Mr. Zhao, we heard you have real skills, so we brought our child here to register," one parent said.

The other parents nodded in agreement. They brought their children to enroll in martial arts classes simply so that their children would have some self-defense skills at school.

There's too much bullying in schools these days. Parents are busy with work and easily overlook things, and the kids aren't willing to communicate. So they heard that there's a powerful Master Zhao who runs a martial arts school nearby.

So they brought their child to register.

"Registration is possible, but you should ask your child's opinion first. After all, practicing martial arts is a tedious thing. If your child doesn't want to practice martial arts, I won't accept them into the martial arts school. It's a voluntary principle," Zhao Sheng said.

Although he runs a martial arts school to make money, it depends on whether it's voluntary. If someone doesn't want to learn martial arts, no amount of forcing them will help.

If someone doesn't learn well and goes out, it's not just a loss of face for him, but it could even ruin the reputation of his martial arts school. So no matter how short of money he is, he won't accept students indiscriminately.

Better to have none than something of poor quality!

Upon hearing this, the parents inquired about their children, and soon several parents took their children away, clearly indicating that those children did not want to learn martial arts.

Zhao Sheng watched silently, showing no regret for the parents who left, his expression calm.

A moment later, more parents took their children away, leaving only three parents behind. Their children looked on with great interest, seemingly showing a strong interest in learning martial arts.

"Dear parents, the martial arts school registration fee is one thousand yuan per month. Meals are not included. If you are satisfied, you can register; if not, you can leave," Zhao Sheng said.

The three parents nodded, paid the money one after another, told their children to be obedient, and then left in a hurry.

"Come in." With that, Zhao Sheng turned and entered the martial arts hall. The three boys exchanged glances and followed cautiously, their bright eyes curiously surveying the courtyard.

"What are your names?" Zhao Sheng asked.

"My name is Ye Wu," the leading boy said, followed by the other boys who also announced their names.

"My name is Zhao Hao."

"My name is Xiao Fan."

"Yes, from now on I will be your teacher, and you can call me Master." Zhao Sheng nodded, looking at the hesitant teenagers in front of him. Without parents to support them, this was the situation in the unfamiliar environment.

"Teacher, what are we going to do next?" asked the boy named Ye Wu.

"Do what you're supposed to do, practice martial arts." Zhao Sheng assumed a horse stance and continued, "Now, learn from me and get into a horse stance."

"Yes, teacher!" the boys said in unison.