“The realms of martial arts are divided into five major levels: Beginner, Minor Accomplishment, Major Accomplishment, Micro Realm, and Perfect. Each advancement in a realm signifies a leap in strength.”
“And as a basic martial art, if 'Quenching Body Fist' can be cultivated to the Major Accomplishment realm, its body tempering effect will greatly improve, and it can even lay a solid foundation for your future martial path.”
A resonant voice echoed through the martial arts hall like thunder, making eardrums tremble.
The speaker was a one-eyed middle-aged man, with a physique as sturdy as a mountain and a face as resolute as iron, exuding a sharp aura.
He was Instructor Sun Nian, the martial arts class instructor of Lucheng No. 3 Middle School.
“Old Wang, you have the Clone Talent, so your cultivation speed is twice that of others. You must have already practiced 'Quenching Body Fist' to the Major Accomplishment realm, right?” a slightly envious voice from Wang Heng's friend, Zhang Wei, came from behind him.
“Shh, quiet down!”
Wang Heng glanced at Sun Nian not far away. Seeing that the instructor hadn't noticed them, he lowered his voice and said, “How could it be that easy? The clone just gives me twice the cultivation time. Do you think having twice the time means you can reach the Major Accomplishment realm? Then you're really underestimating 'Quenching Body Fist'.”
“You're right.” Zhang Wei sighed, “Let alone double the time, even if you gave me ten times, I might not reach Major Accomplishment. I heard that those wealthy family scions have official martial artists as sparring partners when they practice 'Quenching Body Fist', which is why they progress so quickly. If I also had a master like the instructor as a sparring partner, I might have reached Major Accomplishment long ago.”
“Dream on!” Wang Heng scoffed, “The cost of hiring a martial artist of the instructor's caliber as a sparring partner is not something our ordinary families can afford.”
He had already inquired; even hiring a primary warrior as a sparring partner would cost ten thousand yuan per hour.
Even if they only practiced for one hour a day, it would amount to three hundred thousand yuan a month.
Wang Heng's father was just an ordinary worker, with a monthly salary of just over ten thousand yuan. Where would the money come from to hire a martial artist for sparring?
Fortunately, Wang Heng awakened the “Clone Talent” during his martial arts awakening, which was equivalent to two people cultivating simultaneously, allowing his 'Quenching Body Fist' progress to be much faster than others.
“As the saying goes, sharpening the knife does not delay the chopping of wood. You must practice 'Quenching Body Fist' diligently, at least to the 'Major Accomplishment' realm, so that you can achieve twice the result with half the effort during body tempering.”
Sun Nian's voice was like a great bell, making the entire martial arts hall hum, as if even the air was trembling.
His gaze was like lightning, sweeping across the entire hall, then he said in a deep voice, “Next, I will demonstrate the 'Major Accomplishment' realm of 'Quenching Body Fist' for everyone.”
With that, he raised a hand and pointed, his gaze falling on a tall, handsome young man in the crowd: “Qin Li, you are the only student in the class who has cultivated 'Quenching Body Fist' to the 'Major Accomplishment' realm. Next, I will suppress my strength to the same level as yours, and together we will demonstrate the Major Accomplishment realm of 'Quenching Body Fist' for everyone.”
“Instructor, I don't think that's necessary. There's only one month left until the college entrance examination. With their talent, it's impossible for them to cultivate 'Quenching Body Fist' to the 'Major Accomplishment' realm,” Qin Li said with an arrogant expression, a hint of disdain in his tone.
His words were full of condescension, as if the other students in the class were not worth a second glance.
As the top genius in the class, Qin Li indeed had the capital to be proud.
He came from a martial artist family, possessed B-grade cultivation talent, and his strength had already met the admission standards of elite martial arts universities. Naturally, he looked down on these classmates from ordinary families.
“Damn it, this guy is really arrogant. I really want to beat him up!” Zhang Wei stood beside Wang Heng, gritting his teeth and saying, his eyes full of indignation.
“Can you beat him?” Wang Heng shook his head, “Their martial artist families are rich and powerful. They have official martial artists sparring with them every day, and after training, they even have Body Tempering Emulsion to nourish their bodies. How can we compare?”
“In the end, it still comes down to money. 'Poor in literature, rich in martial arts'—the ancients truly did not deceive me.” Zhang Wei muttered, cursing, his tone full of helplessness.
Wang Heng smiled and comforted him, “Then let's train well. When we become martial artists in the future, our sons will also be able to be as arrogant as Qin Li.”
Zhang Wei couldn't help but laugh when he heard this.
Wang Heng's words were clever, directly putting Qin Li and their future sons on the same level, which indeed dissipated much of the gloom in his heart.
“Qin Li, if you're unwilling to demonstrate, then so be it.” Instructor Sun Nian's voice came calmly, without any discernible emotion.
He did not blame Qin Li. Although he was somewhat dissatisfied with Qin Li's arrogance, Qin Li was, after all, the most outstanding student in the class, and his future college entrance examination results would depend on him to make a good showing.
Sun Nian naturally wouldn't bother with him over such a small matter.
He turned around, his gaze sweeping over everyone, and said in a deep voice, “Next, I will perform a complete set of 'Quenching Body Fist'. Watch carefully and try your best to grasp its essence.”
As his voice fell, Sun Nian took a deep breath, his feet slightly apart, shoulder-width apart, and his hands naturally hanging down.
His body sank slightly, his waist exerted force, driving his arms to slowly push forward. Every movement was precise and powerful, yet appeared incredibly natural.
Immediately after, his body began to turn, and his boxing techniques changed accordingly.
Between each move, hardness and softness were combined. His arms swung, creating whooshing sounds, and his footwork was steady yet flexible.
His breathing was calm and orderly. As he performed the boxing techniques, his entire body's muscles contracted and expanded rhythmically, demonstrating extremely strong control.
“Strange, why is our 'Quenching Body Fist' fierce and domineering, while the instructor's is so light and agile? It's almost like two different boxing styles,” Zhang Wei muttered, full of confusion.
Wang Heng's gaze was fixed on Sun Nian's movements, and he explained in a low voice, “The instructor's 'Quenching Body Fist' has reached the 'Micro Realm', allowing him to perfectly control every muscle in his body. His fist power is not dispersed in the slightest, which is why it looks light and agile.”
“Such a boxing style is not only strong in explosive power but also allows for more sustained combat power. Conversely, our extremely fierce boxing style, where fist power is too dispersed, not only has weak explosive power but also cannot sustain long battles.”
“So that's it!” Zhang Wei suddenly understood, his face showing admiration, “No wonder the instructor is so formidable. I heard that even some well-known martial artists might not be able to elevate their skills to the 'Micro Realm'.”
Wang Heng lowered his voice and continued, “I checked, our instructor retired from the Dahai City Defense Force.”
“Hiss—” Zhang Wei gasped, a hint of shock flashing in his eyes.
Dahai City, that was a place known as the “Meat Grinder,” where the death rate of the defense force was terrifyingly high.
The soldiers who could survive from such a place were all battle-hardened strong individuals.
“Whew—”
In the arena, Sun Nian's boxing technique was nearing its end.
He performed the entire set of 'Quenching Body Fist' in one fluid motion, his movements smooth and natural, like Flowing Water (skill), without any dragging or pausing.
Only when he finished the last punch did his breathing become slightly hurried, and a faint sweat appeared on his forehead, but his face showed a sense of satisfaction and exhilaration.
“Alright, you all go practice on your own.” Sun Nian finished speaking and walked to the side to rest.
The students were still immersed in Instructor Sun Nian's boxing demonstration, feeling unsatisfied, and then one after another, they began to practice their own boxing.
Wang Heng and Zhang Wei also prepared to start practicing.
“Wang Heng!”
Just then, a tall figure blocked Wang Heng's path.
It was Qin Li.
“Something wrong?” Wang Heng frowned, looking up at Qin Li, his tone calm, but he was secretly vigilant.
Wang Heng had always kept his distance from this second-generation scion of a martial artist family, fearing unnecessary trouble.
More importantly, he knew that his current strength was far inferior to Qin Li's.
As far as he knew, Qin Li's punching power had already reached 770kg, far exceeding the admission standards of elite martial arts universities, and he had also cultivated 'Quenching Body Fist' to the Major Accomplishment realm.
Wang Heng's punching power was still less than 400kg; the gap was obvious.
“I heard that you go to spar with Li Xue every night?” Qin Li said with a cold face, his tone carrying undisguised menace, “I'm giving you a piece of advice: quit that job today.”
“Why should I listen to you?” Anger surged in Wang Heng's heart, but his face remained calm.
He had no ulterior motives towards Li Xue; it was purely because the compensation Li Xue offered was generous, allowing him to earn some money to supplement his family's income.
Therefore, this job was crucial to him.
“Because I'm stronger than you!” Qin Li clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking.
He was like a ferocious wolf, staring coldly at Wang Heng, his tone chilling: “In this world, the strong are respected. Weaklings like you should know how to bow their heads. Li Xue is not someone you can approach. A toad shouldn't dream of eating a swan.”
“You—” Wang Heng was furious, his fists clenched tight, knuckles white.
“Young Master Qin, misunderstanding, this is all a misunderstanding!”
Zhang Wei, seeing the situation was not good, quickly pulled Wang Heng's arm and said to Qin Li with a fawning smile, “Miss Li Xue has a noble status. How could ordinary students like us have any ulterior motives? You must have misunderstood. Wang Heng is just having difficulties at home and wants to earn some money to help out.”
“What are you doing?” Not far away, Instructor Sun Nian's gaze swept over, evidently noticing the commotion.
“Hmph, anyway, I'm putting this out there. If I find out you're getting close to Li Xue again, don't blame me for being impolite!” Qin Li glanced at Sun Nian in the distance, snorted coldly, then gave Wang Heng a threatening look before turning to leave.
“That was close, luckily the instructor was here.” Zhang Wei let out a long breath, his back already soaked with cold sweat. Although he usually cursed Qin Li freely in private, when actually facing Qin Li, he couldn't help but feel intimidated.
“Let's go, let's practice boxing, don't mind him. Anyway, he wouldn't dare to make a move in the martial arts hall.” Wang Heng gritted his teeth, his anger not yet subsided, but he was very clear about the gap between himself and Qin Li.
Currently, facing Qin Li would be like hitting a rock with an egg; he could only endure for now.
“I think you should still be careful and quit the sparring job. Although this guy wouldn't dare to make a move in the martial arts hall, there's no guarantee he won't retaliate against you in private.”
Zhang Wei frowned, saying with a worried expression, “Although it's a society ruled by law now, martial artist families still have some privileges. Putting aside other things, what if he sends someone to seriously injure you the day before the college entrance examination? Your whole life would be ruined.”
“I'll consider it.” Wang Heng's eyes flickered, saying nothing more, and walked straight to the side to begin practicing his boxing.
His boxing was fierce and domineering, each punch accompanied by a whistling wind, like thunder exploding, causing the air to continuously roar.
At this moment, Wang Heng's desire for strength reached its peak.
“Soon, very soon. Once my punching power increases a bit more, my clone will...” Wang Heng's gaze was firm as his mind sank into his Dantian, secretly sensing the changes within his body.
Immediately, a piece of information surfaced in his mind:
“Current Clone count: 1. Breaking through to the next realm will add 10 clones.”