Martial Arts Godhood: At the Start, Rebels Asked Me to Be an Undercover Agent

"Rubbish."

Concise and to the point, expressing one's true feelings directly, straightforward and to the point, self-evident, not at all.

Of course, this did not deal a big blow to Xiao Wang. Although he knew that his strength was still good in No. 7 Middle School, he realized that there was a big gap between him and Cheng Hu after his match yesterday.

"Master, with your experience as a teacher at Yuanshan Martial Arts Academy, am I strong enough to get in?"

Wei Zhongxing took a sip of tea. "In the past, when martial arts were flourishing, someone of your skill level wouldn't even be able to pass the entrance exam, let alone withstand one move. Of course, firearms have developed rapidly now, and the admission standards for martial arts are also decreasing, but your level is only enough for admission. It's far from enough for further development."

After a pause, Wei Zhongxing glanced at Xiao Wang and continued, "Of course, you're not entirely useless. Your breathing technique looks alright, but your fist techniques and the combination of fist techniques and breathing techniques are simply appalling."

As Xiao Wang listened, he guessed that his breathing technique had improved significantly thanks to the transformation practice with the beads during this period.

"Master, should I learn combat skills to improve?"

"Nonsense, otherwise how could it be called combat skills? Combat skills are fighting techniques or tactical skills, in short, the techniques of fighting. Combat skills are the experience summaries of martial arts predecessors. Whether it is Flowing Cloud Hand, Tiger Fist, Vajra Leg, etc., they are all combat skills left behind by martial arts predecessors through continuous summarization. Each combat skill is the culmination of a plan when facing an enemy. Whether it is the exertion of force, direction, timing, or combination with breathing techniques, they are all constantly refined and summarized."

Xiao Wang listened attentively. This was a field he had never been exposed to before. After studying martial arts for so many years, it was as if a brand new world of martial arts was unfolding before his eyes.

"Master, you mentioned combining combat techniques with breathing exercises. Does that mean combat techniques must be combined with breathing exercises to be used?"

"Of course not. Breathing techniques, whether it's the basic breathing technique you learned, also known as the Yuan Yang Breathing Technique, or the more advanced breathing techniques you encounter later, are all auxiliary. Breathing techniques alone do not have any destructive power; they only improve endurance. Combat skills, on the other hand, can be basically divided into three stages: form, spirit, and intention."

"Form" refers to shape, which is the basic fist and foot moves. Don't underestimate this first stage of combat skills. The form of any combat skill is the result of countless attempts and summaries. Only a few people can master the form of a combat skill to a high degree.

"As for the spirit, it is the integration of form. It is based on form, but not bound by it. Simply put, form is about hitting wherever you want, while spirit is about hitting wherever you want. A person who can train his combat skills to the level of spirit is already a martial artist with a high level of comprehension."

As Wei Zhongxing finished speaking, he glanced at Cheng Hu and Linghu Ke beside him out of the corner of his eye. "See? This is a perfect example. Your eldest brother, that simpleton, can only reach the form, while your second brother is a little better and can barely reach the spirit."

"Master, what about you?"

"Me? Of course I'm a high-level god."

Xiao Wang: ? ? ?

"Isn't that still God?"

"Bullshit! Is my god the same as yours?"

Recalling his second senior brother's punch earlier, Xiao Wang asked, "Master, was the punch my second senior brother threw at my foot just now the 'intention'?"

"That's right." Wei Zhongxing looked at Xiao Wang with some appreciation. "You're quite perceptive, kid. What did you see in that punch just now? Tell me."

Xiao Wang carefully recalled the punch that had left a deep impression on him and replied, "The punch seemed casual, but the timing and direction were exceptionally precise."

As Wei Zhongxing listened, his appreciation grew stronger: "Not bad, not bad, continue."

"That's not the most important thing. The most important thing is his power. At first, it's not much and looks weak, but as the range of his punches increases, the power also increases. The key is that the power is all stored up in the last punch, just like good steel is used on the blade, and it's a continuous stream of good steel."

After Xiao Wang finished speaking, Linghu Ke looked at him with a somewhat incredulous expression.

Cheng Hu was somewhat bewildered. He looked at Xiao Wang and asked, "Junior brother, how did you figure out so many things?"

The most surprised person was Wei Zhongxing. He put down his teapot, sat up straight, and looked at Xiao Wang. "Good lad, it seems I underestimated your comprehension."

He then earnestly explained to Xiao Wang, "Those seemingly casual yet precise punches earlier—that is 'spirit,' the transition from 'form' to 'spirit,' and the most important thing is the liberation of the self."

"The liberation of the self?" Xiao Wang asked with some doubt.

"It means not being bound by fixed techniques. For example, when you throw a punch, in the form stage, you must throw 30 centimeters, but in the spirit stage, you can throw 50 centimeters, or 1 centimeter, or even none at all. This seems simple, but it is not easy, because a complete set of combat techniques is a combination of form and power, which emphasizes smoothness. If one movement is not in place, it will change the entire form and thus destroy the entire power generation. So in the spirit stage, the form changes, but the power is still there and even stronger."

Xiao Wang nodded. "I understand."

"And what you just saw about him using his so-called 'good steel' on the blade is the effect of breathing techniques. It helps you generate power, making it smoother and improving your endurance."

Xiao Wang nodded, seemingly understanding. After digesting the information for a moment, he continued, "Then what about the third stage, the intention?"

"The so-called 'intention' is the development of a perfect combination of 'spirit' and breathing techniques in combat skills, and then the creation of something that perfectly suits oneself. Everyone's conditions are different. Form requires one to reach a certain standard, while spirit requires one to adapt to the opponent. Both of these involve improving oneself to adapt to combat skills. However, intention is to change the combat skills themselves according to one's own conditions, making the combat skills adapt to oneself. This is equivalent to creating a combat skill, or at least improving a combat skill."

"Alright, you'll understand once you've practiced it. I promise to teach you combat techniques. Of the three I mentioned earlier—Flowing Cloud Hand, Tiger Fist, and Vajra Leg—choose one."

Xiao Wang looked at Wei Zhongxing, "Can we choose all of them?"

They're all adults now, so what choice do they have? Of course, they want it all.

"You're quite ambitious, wanting to do everything. It would be good enough if you could master just one. Remember, don't be greedy. Being proficient in three things is not as good as being an expert in one."

"Master, what's the difference between these three?"

"Flowing Cloud Hand is a technique for deflecting force, Tiger Leg Fist, as its name suggests, emphasizes bravery, while Vajra Leg is clearly a leg technique. Generally speaking, leg techniques are more difficult to learn than fist techniques. It depends on you."

Xiao Wang hesitated for a moment, then said, "I choose Tiger Warrior Fist."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Hu immediately gave Xiao Wang a thumbs up, "Junior brother has good taste."

Clearly, Cheng Hu was practicing this combat technique.

As Xiao Wang listened, he had a strong feeling that he had made the wrong choice.