High Martial Arts: Starting from the Strongest Junior High Student

Di Yun led Chen Shi to the backyard of the villa.

It's a large place, like a martial arts arena, with many weapons displayed around it.

Chen Shi asked in surprise, "Practice martial arts? Didn't you say we needed to set the body proportions first?"

Di Yun said calmly, "Just practice when I tell you to, stop talking nonsense!"

He swiftly grabbed a steel rod, then tossed another one to Chen Shi.

"The staff is the ancestor of all weapons."

"Once you master the techniques of the staff, spear, sword, knife, halberd, and all other weapons based on the staff, you can learn them very quickly."

"The characteristic of your Black Martial Intent is its hardness."

"If you imbue your weapon with martial intent, it will be indestructible."

"Therefore, your future combat skills will definitely lean towards weaponry."

"Understood!" Chen Shi nodded emphatically.

Di Yun: "Come here, look at me."

Chen Shi noticed that after Brother Yun gripped the stick, he seemed to become a different person, transforming from a greasy middle-aged man into someone full of sharpness.

then!

He swung the stick forward with a sudden thrust!

"call out!"

The deafening wind made Chen Shi's eyes fill with envy!

"This is a short stamp."

Then Di Yun thrust the stick forward again, this time extending it even further than before.

"This is a long stamp."

"Can you see the difference?"

Chen Shi immediately said, "The footwork for the short thrust is almost unchanged, while the long thrust requires hip rotation, and the strength of the waist and abdomen is obviously more involved, and the position of the hands holding the stick is also different."

"That's right." Di Yun smiled slightly. "He has a high level of comprehension."

"Then next is the ultimate stamp, or to put it more nicely, the cloud-penetrating stamp, or the cloud-penetrating style."

Then, Di Yun demonstrated the Extreme Stamp!

When performing the ultimate thrust, the front hand serves almost only a positioning function, loosening itself in the latter part of the move. Then, the back foot steps forward, the right arm straightens, and the stick is thrust out with almost all the strength of the body!

Just as the stick was about to slip from his grasp, Di Yun yanked it back, saying, "Reset to the final stance."

"Wait a minute." Chen Shi was a little confused.

"What happened with your last reset?"

When Di Yun returned to his original position, his footwork didn't change back, but his stance did. Chen Shi found it strange and was a little confused.

Di Yun explained, "Switch hands, rotate knees."

"When I start, my right foot is behind me, I turn to the right, and my right hand grips the end of the stick. When I return to the starting position, I'm on the left, my left foot is behind me, and my left hand grips the end of the stick."

"A stick is the most versatile weapon; you can hold it however you like!"

"Once you've mastered the grip on the left side of your body, everything will feel natural."

"Today you'll practice these few moves repeatedly here: short poke, long poke, and cloud probe. I'll help you adjust your movements, and we'll practice the others next time."

Under the blazing sun, Chen Shi practiced the short thrust seriously for two hours. He got the movements right, but he couldn't help but ask, "The short thrust is so short, it doesn't feel very useful. It's not as good as the turtle punch."

Di Yun walked up to him, picked up the stick, and suddenly thrust it at him with a short, sharp motion. Chen Shi instinctively raised his hand to block, but Di Yun changed his move in that instant and flicked it upwards, hitting Chen Shi directly in the chin.

"Ouch!" Chen Shi cried out in pain.

Di Yun scoffed, "Will it be of any use?"

Chen Shi nodded repeatedly: "I understand, I understand, the short message is for scaring people."

Di Yun said calmly, "This is called a probing move, commonly known as a feint, not meant to scare people."

"A long thrust is called an offensive move."

"Tan Yun calls out his killing move!"

"There's a counter on the stick. You can take it home tonight and practice each move 10 times. If your form isn't perfect, the stick will generate electricity!"

"Huh?" Chen Shi was taken aback. "This stick is that powerful?"

"What do you think?" Di Yun scoffed.

"Just remember to charge it when it runs out of power. Can you afford the electricity bill?"

"I can afford it, I can afford it." Chen Shi nodded quickly.

Di Yun frowned and said, "So you have absolutely no source of income? Relying on subsidies?"

"No, I have an inheritance," Chen Shi said with a smile. "My parents left me an inheritance."

"Not bad," Di Yun said with a smile. "How much?"

Chen Shi shook his head: "The bank said they can only check the specific figures after I turn eighteen; I can't see them before then."

"Why all the secrecy?" Di Yun raised an eyebrow. "It seems your parents aren't ordinary people either."

"Have you never seen this before, not even when you were a child?"

Chen Shi scratched the back of his head and said, "Actually, I've met them a few times. My parents raised me until I was six, but my memories are very vague. After I turned six, my parents got busy and hired a nanny to take care of me at home. They didn't come back more than a few times a year. My parents left when I was eight."

"I don't know how they died. Suddenly a soldier came to my house and said that my parents had sacrificed their lives."

I asked, "Why?"

"He said if you want to know, try to become a soldier, and then leave me your house and all your inheritance!"

Di Yun nodded silently and said, "It seems your parents are engaged in a classified mission."

Then he muttered to himself that his surname was Chen.

Di Yun: "So that means you've been living alone since you were eight years old?"

"Is there still a nanny?"

Chen Shi shook his head and said, "I don't like being told what to do."

"Then what about food? Can you cook?"

Chen Shi held up one finger and said wisely, "I'll order takeout!"

"The year my parents passed away, I ate fried chicken and drank milk tea every day. I was really enjoying myself."

"Later I even bought a computer and played on it every day, hehe."

"Heh heh." Di Yun smirked and said, "Why do you seem to really think that not having parents is a good thing?"

Chen Shi raised an eyebrow and said, "Because I've only seen it a few times since I was a child, so... it doesn't really matter, it's almost the same as not having it."

"Later, I spent several thousand yuan on another game, and people called me a big shot every day. But I quickly became afraid of running out of money, so I stopped spending it!"

Di Yun asked in bewilderment, "How the hell are you, a minor, spending money on games?"

Chen Shi said smugly, "I registered using my dad's ID!"

Di Yun laughed in exasperation: "You really are a genius."

"If you're rich, why do you wear such tattered clothes every day?"

"It doesn't matter, as long as it's wearable," Chen Shi shrugged.

Di Yun's face stiffened, and he said, "Do you know that everyone thinks you're pitiful?"

"I know," Chen Shi nodded, then frowned and said, "They also said I'm very hardworking."

"They still don't believe me when I explain."

"What can I do?"

Di Yun was puzzled, thinking to himself that this child was really strange.

Aren't you lonely?

Chen Shi raised an eyebrow and said, "I had some friends in elementary school, but their parents said I was interfering with their son Zihan's studies, so we lost contact."

Di Yun thought to himself, "Good heavens."

This kid is really hard to judge.

He seemed eager to find something pitiful about Chen Shi.

"When it's late at night and everyone is quiet, don't you feel like crying and miss your mother?"

Chen Shi shook his head and said, "I'll just make myself a cup of lemon tea."

"Holy crap." Di Yun was completely convinced.

Chen Shize suddenly added, "I hate it when people pity me the most."

"Besides, my parents were both soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the country; they should respect me, shouldn't they!"

Di Yun: "Do you think being pitied is disrespectful?"

Chen Shi nodded and said, "I remember when I was in elementary school, many girls would feel sorry for the stray cats and dogs at school, and would whine and say that they wanted to take them home and raise them."

"Being pitied by others is like becoming a stray cat or dog."

He pouted, "I'm not."