Gao Wuming: From Dockworker to Physical Achievement

Of course, Wang Hu also possessed some martial arts skills; otherwise, if he had attracted hatred at the dock, he would have been stuffed into a sack and thrown into the sea long ago, and his body would never have been found.

Chen Yi shook his head; these things were none of his concern, and he wasn't moving goods anymore.

Although he was also dissatisfied with this blood-sucking behavior, he was powerless to do anything about it.

Right now, all I can do is take care of myself.

After leaving the dock, Chen Yi went to the market, intending to buy some meat to take back and eat as a supplement to his martial arts training.

He strolled around the market. Usually, when he passed by the market, he would keep his head down and walk away quickly, but now he dared to look around a bit longer.

Money is a person's greatest source of confidence, and that's certainly true.

Of course, he didn't plan to buy anything except food.

I wandered around the street twice, bought only two fried dough sticks, and then walked all the way to the meat stall.

The butcher was shirtless, his apron was greasy and shiny, and his face was full of fat.

His fierce appearance kept the scoundrels who liked to extort money from the dock market away.

Only people like that can run a meat-selling business at the dock market.

Looking up at Chen Yi, the butcher picked up a piece of meat, slammed it onto the chopping board, and raised his knife: "Pay first, then give me the meat."

Chen Yi counted out forty copper coins: "Give me two catties."

At that time, meat cost twenty copper coins per pound, and even a laborer working a day couldn't afford to buy a pound.

The butcher took the money and put it in the pocket in front of his apron before he began cutting the meat.

Before long, Chen Yi carried the meat and headed towards the shantytown.

Upon entering the shantytown, the surrounding environment immediately deteriorated, with people lying everywhere.

Upon seeing Chen Yi carrying the meat, they all swallowed hard, their eyes gleaming with greed.

suddenly.

As Chen Yi passed a emaciated man, the man lunged forward and grabbed Chen Yi's leg.

"Please, sir, have some food. I haven't had any for days..."

"roll."

Chen Yi kicked him away.

These white-smoking ghosts are not worth saving. Even if you gave them a piece of your flesh, they would immediately sell it for a few coins to smoke their white cigarettes.

Moreover, in shantytowns, no kindness is permissible; otherwise, it will only be torn to shreds and swallowed whole.

He glanced behind him and saw that the White Smokers, who had been itching to act after seeing his leg being grabbed, lay back down after he made his stance clear.

This is because sufficient violence was displayed.

If the intentions were good, Chen Yi was sure he was already surrounded by a group of people who had robbed him of all his valuables.

Even if it were a person, someone would probably try to ambush them, and they would be worth a lot of money in the job market.

Goodwill here is not kindness, but weakness.

After returning to the shanty with the meat, Chen Yi put the food on a pile of hay and ate the meat pie. He wasn't hungry yet.

He picked up the book of Returning Mountain Fist and began practicing each move again.

The sun was setting in the west; it was about to disappear behind the mountains.

In the dimly lit shed, Chen Yi finished his last movement.

His proficiency level finally reached 100.

Chen Yi suddenly felt that a large amount of memory about practicing the Returning Mountain Fist had suddenly appeared in his mind.

He tossed aside the booklet and began practicing his boxing. Every move and stance was executed flawlessly, without needing to look at the booklet while posing.

At the same time, he felt a wave of relaxation wash over him, and the muscle soreness from long hours of boxing practice vanished instantly.

Open the panel and take a look.

Martial Arts: Returning Mountain Fist.

Level: Beginner.

Proficiency: (0/200)

"Is this the effect of getting started? Although I practiced the boxing according to the book and stumbled along the way, as long as my proficiency is up to standard, I can learn it immediately."

"Moreover, the change in proficiency level also brings the small perk of restoring my physical condition."

Chen Yi was in a great mood and couldn't bear to stop, so he continued practicing his boxing in the room.

He's going to practice until the world turns dark.

This time, he didn't need to look at the booklet anymore, and his movements were much smoother.

The sky outside had completely darkened.

Chen Yi's back and waist started to ache again, and his stomach started growling.

Only then did he give up and pick up the raw meat he had bought that morning.

There was some dry firewood left over from his predecessor in the house, so he immediately started a fire to cook it.

Half an hour later.

"belch."

Chen Yi let out a satisfied burp. He had already eaten a pound of meat mixed with fried dough sticks, and then he drank a basin of cold water. It couldn't be more comfortable.

The other pound was wrapped in oil paper and hidden in the haystack, to be eaten tomorrow.

Bang bang bang.

At that moment, noises and pleas for mercy came from outside, creating a cacophony.

Chen Yi immediately became alert. There was no such thing as security in the shantytown; anything could happen.

He grabbed a handful of dirt and covered the fire with it, extinguishing it.

Chen Yi walked to the door, opened it slightly, and looked outside.

On the dark street, several people holding torches surrounded a man dressed in tattered clothes.

Every now and then, a blow would come down with a stick, causing the man to scream in agony.

Interspersed throughout were shouts such as "Give me back the money!"

It was as if he had borrowed money and was being harassed by gang members demanding repayment.

"I only borrowed two silver dollars, how come it's ten dollars now? Are you robbing me?" the man on the ground shouted.

"Hmph, you signed it yourself and left your fingerprints. Did someone force you? Beat them until they pay."

Another beating with sticks.

The man finally begged for mercy and agreed to pay back the money, but he couldn't afford to pay back ten silver dollars.

"If you can't pay it back, then steal or rob. You have a wife, right? Just sell her and you'll have another one. Looks like you still don't want to pay it back. Brothers, let's give you a wake-up call."

The man was dragged into a deeper alley.

Chen Yi closed the door a crack and remained silent.

This is the current state of the shantytowns: pits everywhere, and man-eating beasts roaming the area.

They just wait for someone to walk by and fall in, then swarm in and eat every last crumb.

This kind of world is really frustrating, but it's not something an individual can change.

"What can we do? We have to practice martial arts until no one dares to bully us, until others fear and obey us."

Chen Yi continued practicing his boxing techniques.

Now that we've entered the basics, we no longer need to look at the booklet, and therefore no longer need to light a fire.

You can practice directly in the dark shed.

Time passed second by second, and the night grew ever darker.

Continuous martial arts training causes muscle soreness, and the mind constantly screams for rest.

But Chen Yi was completely unaware and continued practicing.

Until the last bit of strength in my body is completely drained.

He then fell into the haystack.

Exhausted, he couldn't even lift his arms, but Chen Yi felt only satisfaction.

I glanced at the panel.

Returning Mountain Fist.

Level: Beginner.

Proficiency: 100/200.

After getting started, you can practice boxing directly without the aid of booklets, and your proficiency will increase much faster.

In addition, he was very hardworking.

Chen Yi estimated that if he trained to the point of exhaustion, he could reach the next proficiency level after one more day of training.

"The basics only taught me the postures of each punch, but in actual combat, they were just for show and I couldn't use them at all."

"However, once you reach the next proficiency level, the Returning Mountain Fist should be able to be used in actual combat."

"The weather is dry, be careful with fire." The watchman's gong sounded outside.

The gentlemen in the concessions were already using pocket watches and had clocks at home, so they no longer needed night watchmen.

But in the shantytown, there are still night watchmen.

This means it's already past midnight.

Chen Yi closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

The next day.

The sun shone through the gaps in the shed.

Chen Yi opened his eyes.

The first thing I felt was pain coming from all parts of my body.

One night's sleep is not enough to repair the damage caused by training to exhaustion.

He'll need to lie in bed for at least three or four days to recover and get back to practicing boxing.

Noticing his physical condition, Chen Yi sighed inwardly.

"If it's a martial arts school, they must have special ointments to speed up recovery. Also, if you practice without guidance from others, your movements won't be standard, which will inevitably lead to injury and increase the recovery time."

"No wonder they're not afraid of their boxing techniques spreading; the wider they spread, the more disciples the martial arts school will have."

However, these are restrictions that apply to ordinary people, but he can ignore them.

Once you reach the required proficiency level, you'll advance to the next level, immediately becoming significantly stronger and regaining your full potential.

This kind of recovery is much faster than with special ointments.

Release the meat and fried dough hidden in the thatch.

By the time night was over, the food had gone cold.

But Chen Yi was completely unaware, stuffing large mouthfuls into his mouth, and then gulping down a basin of cold water after finishing.

Comfortable.

"Keep practicing."

Chen Yi got into position.

Every posture made his tired muscles ache so much that he wanted to collapse.

I couldn't lift it with my hands, and my legs were so weak I wanted to kneel down.

Chen Yichun held on by sheer willpower, and only when he could no longer lift his hand did he rest for a while in the haystack.

Once you've recovered to a certain level, get up and continue practicing.

Let alone ordinary people, even if a martial arts school has ointments, daring to train like this will ruin your life, even leading to muscle dissolution and endangering your life.

But Chen Yi ignored all that, his eyes only focused on his ever-improving proficiency with the text.

As the sun set, the entire shantytown was bathed in a dim, yellowish light.

Inside the shack, Chen Yi looked as if he had been pulled out of the water, his hands and feet trembling like gluten.

He looked ahead.

Returning Mountain Fist.

Level: Beginner.

Proficiency: 199/200.

Feeling excruciating pain from both above and below, Chen Yi took a deep breath, mustered all his strength, and threw a punch forward.

This punch was extremely slow, like a seventy or eighty-year-old man practicing Tai Chi, requiring immense effort for each step forward.

But in the end, he still completed the action and threw the punch.

The proficiency level also jumped up quite generously.

Returning Mountain Fist.

Level: Proficient.

Proficiency: 0/400.

Instantly, all the negative physical conditions, such as physical exhaustion, muscle soreness, and even some muscle breakdown, were completely resolved.

He transformed from a 70- or 80-year-old Tai Chi master into a vigorous and energetic young man.

At the same time, Chen Yi's memories of the Returning Mountain Fist were updated.

It seems he has been practicing boxing for several years and has been sparring with others for more than half a year.

He knows every move and technique by heart, and can deliver punches with remarkable fluidity when facing an opponent.

In other words, the Returning Mountain Fist now has practical value in combat.

"If I used the Returning Mountain Fist against my past self, I could defeat him in three moves."

"That's the difference between someone who knows how to fight and someone who doesn't, like a lone wolf with teeth versus a toothless house dog."

"Such a significant improvement can be achieved by mastering the basics; what kind of changes will occur if one practices until proficiency is reached?"

Chen Yi was eagerly anticipating the moment when he would have fully mastered the Returning Mountain Fist.

But now, he needs to go out to buy some food, as he has already finished the meat and pies from last time.