Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

The middle-aged man on the left, wearing sportswear, is practicing Wing Chun with his quick and precise movements.

The middle-aged man on the right, dressed in a Tang suit, moves with fluid steps and continuous palm strikes; he is using Baguazhang (Eight Trigrams Palm).

He had never practiced these two styles of kung fu, but he had watched many videos of them.

Bajiquan, Bagua, Wing Chun, Xingyi, Tai Chi... Before my rebirth, online live streams were everywhere.

Even if you've never seen a pig run, you've surely eaten pork.

impossible.

He crouched behind the tree, quiet and still, like a true bystander... No one noticed him, and he didn't have to worry about being discovered.

The power of life is incredibly mysterious; wounds heal instantly upon contact, and fatigue vanishes in a flash.

Even if he were caught, he was confident he could escape.

"Holy crap, five or six meters in one step? That's incredible!"

Lin Quan watched the two figures rush past, his heart skipping a beat.

This speed and this momentum far exceeded his expectations... If he were targeted, he probably wouldn't even have time to run.

"You underestimated the world."

He held his breath and remained motionless, staring intently at the battle from afar.

In less than a minute, the middle-aged man surnamed Zhao collapsed to the ground, vomiting blood.

"Master Zhao, I won't take advantage of you... You have an old injury, so this one doesn't count." The middle-aged man in sportswear turned and left.

Lin Quan's martial arts dreams were churning, but he didn't rush forward. He waited for more than ten minutes before slowly strolling over.

The person on the ground was barely breathing, their eyelids creased open: "Who...are you?"

"I sensed someone was nearby long ago, so I hid for quite a while." The man in the tracksuit returned, his voice cold and hard.

"Aren't you going to leave?!" Master Zhao suddenly raised his hand, his voice trembling.

"And who are you?" Lin Quan's gaze fell directly on the other person's face.

"The one who will take your life." The man approached step by step, his shoes crunching over the gravel.

"Murder is illegal." Lin Quan scratched his head, his tone innocent.

"If no one saw it, it doesn't count." The man's lips curled into a smirk, but there was no warmth in his smile.

Wasteland, darkness, howling wind... as long as there's no third pair of eyes, it's as if nothing ever happened.

Lin Quan knew in his heart: if he couldn't escape, then he would fight.

If the other party doesn't move, he won't move either?

On a whim, he took out his phone, pressed his thumb on the dial button, and pretended to hold it to his ear.

The man couldn't stop in time and was already right in front of him, his right fist coming down with a gust of wind!

Lin Quan flicked his wrist, sending the phone flying; his left fist aimed straight for the throat, while his right foot simultaneously sprang up, delivering a powerful kick to the lower body.

The opponent instinctively blocked the phone with his left hand, and just as he raised his right hand half an inch, a dull pain exploded in his groin... His body arched, and his attack completely dissipated.

Already underestimating their opponent, they were then subjected to this ruthless attack, causing them to lose their balance on the spot.

Lin Quan dared not stop. He unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks, leaving no opening.

"That's enough! If you keep hitting him, he'll really die!" Master Zhao coughed.

Lin Quan stopped his attack and stepped back, catching his breath. He looked down at the man in the tracksuit lying on the ground, blood at the corner of his mouth, his eyes glazed over.

"Young man, can you take me home?" Master Zhao asked, his voice weak as he leaned on the ground.

"Hmm." Lin Quan reached out and took his arm, the two of them, one tall and one short, walking down the mountain at a leisurely pace.

"My surname is Zhao, Zhao Tiezhu. I can tell you've never trained in martial arts, right?" Zhao Tiezhu asked as he walked, his words laced with probing.

A complete novice who has never even touched a boxing stance can beat a master of internal strength to the point of vomiting blood and kneeling on the ground... Needless to say, he was born to make a living in this field.

"Master Zhao, my name is Lin Quan, and I've never practiced this before."

"Want to learn martial arts?"

"I'd love to, but I don't know who to ask to teach me."

"How about learning Baguazhang from me?"

"I won't charge you. You are my last disciple."

"Master!" Lin Quan answered readily, without the slightest hesitation.

In a battle between masters, victory or defeat can be decided in the blink of an eye.

Judging from the man's words, Zhao Tiezhu was already injured earlier.

Even with injuries, he could still fight that man in sportswear for more than a minute... If he were at his peak, he might not lose to him by even a fraction.

In a life-or-death struggle, what use are seven days and seven nights? The outcome will be decided in the blink of an eye.

After descending the mountain, Zhao Tiezhu drove him straight to the Zhao Family Martial Arts School.

After the medicine was brewed and he drank it, his complexion finally regained some color.

Lin Quan recognized several senior and junior martial brothers and learned Tai Chi stance on the same day.

Baguazhang, also known as Bagua Lianhuanzhang, consists of eight stances: Taiji, Liangyi, Sancai, Sixiang, Wuxing, Liuhe, Qixing, and Bagua.

Another footwork technique is also included, called Bagua You Shen Bu (Eight Trigrams Wandering Body Step).

Knowing that he was busy at the shop, Zhao Tiezhu only taught him Tai Chi stance first, and he could practice whenever he had free time.

On the way back, Lin Quan glanced at his watch, drove back to the city, entered the residential area, went up to his rented room, took a shower, and went to sleep.

As soon as the alarm rang, I sat up abruptly, received the goods, calculated the bill, and paid for the braised goose—all in one go.

Twenty apprentices arrived at the shop one after another. While instructing him on the cooking temperature, he practiced Tai Chi stance.

When your legs feel unbearably sore and swollen, quietly activate your life force, and the soreness and numbness will disappear instantly.

To squeeze in more practice time, he ordered a low platform... He would stand by the platform while slaughtering geese, blanching them, and braising them.

With this kind of spirit, in just a few days, the Tai Chi stance became as stable as a rock.

Zhao Tiezhu happened to see this and stared at Lin Quan's back as he practiced standing meditation. His heart warmed, and he thought to himself, "What a promising talent, one in a hundred years."

In less than a month, Lin Quan was able to switch between the eight different stances at will, each stance solid and without any hesitation.

He repeatedly replenished his strength with the power of life, his physical fitness steadily increased, and finally he steadily crossed the threshold of 1,000 jin.

After mastering the swimming footwork, he began to learn boxing from Zhao Tiezhu.

The three major internal martial arts styles are Tai Chi, Xingyi, and Bagua. Bagua Palm alone has eight stances and even more complex moves.

Lin Quan has a good memory; in just over half a month, he memorized the entire set of Baguaquan moves.

Remembering something doesn't mean you can use it.

It's barely enough to get started, but far from being a true pro.

Ming Jin? We haven't even touched his shadow.

But he is strong, quick-witted, and has a stable base... If he really encounters a master of internal strength, he might not be unable to fight back.

One punch for each person; if he takes one, the other will also take one.

He possesses life-related superpowers, allowing his wounds to heal in the blink of an eye, a feat his opponents lack.

Strength can overcome all skills... When strength reaches a certain level, techniques and experience are completely overwhelmed.

Led by Zhao Tiezhu, Lin Quan went to the Extraordinary Bureau to register and became a formally registered martial artist.

The full name of the Extraordinary Bureau is the Bureau of Martial Artists and Superpowered Individuals.

In my memory, most of those who streamed live every day were not martial artists, let alone people with superpowers.

A true martial artist possesses skills far exceeding those of ordinary people.

Superpowers come in all shapes and sizes, and some people's abilities have absolutely nothing to do with fighting.

There are just over three thousand registered superhumans in the Yanhuang Kingdom, and many of them are so weak that they can barely protect themselves.

They could tell if I had any special abilities during the kindergarten physical exam.

Lin Quan still remembers that when he first entered the park, he underwent a special physical screening.

In his previous life, he didn't possess this life-related superpower.

This ability was something I only acquired after being reborn.

According to the rules, superpowers are all innate and awaken naturally in childhood; he is the only one who "awakened" them after growing up.

He opens his shop during the day to do business and teaches his apprentices step by step.

Whenever he had free time, he would go to the Zhao Family Martial Arts School to practice Baguazhang with his master.

Aside from sleeping, Lin Quan spent almost all his time practicing martial arts.

If you can't practice Bagua walking steps and boxing for now, then practice the eight types of stance training.

As the old saying goes: "The poor study literature, the rich study martial arts."