"Why...why do you want to learn martial arts?" There was still some time left before class started. Fang Xing looked at Xia Long and began to lose focus again, recalling the scene from the first martial arts class in his mind. At that time, it was still Xia Long, standing in exactly the same position, with a deafening voice: "Because you are reserve warriors. One day you will go to the battlefield and fight to the death with those evil gods' families...Learning martial arts is to survive!" "Remember this, and then practice hard! Practice with all your might!! Only then will you be able to survive in the future!!!" "Your background means that you are destined to be unable to invest a lot of resources and take career paths such as mecha masters and mind masters... Martial arts, with minimal investment of resources and high future prospects, is your best evolutionary choice!" "I hope that before you graduate, you will at least reach the second level of martial arts and master an A-level martial arts. Otherwise, you will die on the battlefield. There is no second possibility!" That bloody cruelty immediately brought Fang Xing into reality. At this time, the current Xia Long also started giving lectures: "Most of the Evil God's Familia are mentally contaminated, and even the lowest servants will release mental shocks... At the beginning, the Federation's fleet and mecha masters suffered a lot. Unfortunately, the lunatic asylums in the Federation during that period were all full... But later we discovered that the 'martial arts will' generated after the evolution of human martial arts can resist this type of mental pollution... Although you have to enter when you are an adult. In the courage realm, it is difficult to obtain a trace of the power of artistic conception, but the Federation has developed many martial arts, which can make low-level warriors gain almost the same power through hypnosis. This is the origin of A-level martial arts..." Fang Xing's teeth were sore when he heard it below.
Martial arts! Among the Blue Star Federation, the evolutionary path with the least investment of resources and the highest output ratio is actually the cannon fodder system! There are actually many ways to resist the mental pollution of the Evil God's Familia, but whether it's the pharmacist's potion, the mind master's spiritual amulet, or even the psychic armor or the specially modified mecha, it's not something that a debt-ridden person can think of. For a biochemical person like himself, there is only one way, and that is to learn martial arts! Then go to the front line and chop down the family members with a knife! If you don't die within a few years, you still have a chance to retire alive. Of course, the Federation has not completely blocked the way out for biochemical humans. After all, there is not much difference between biochemical humans and natural humans, and they also have unlimited possibilities. Fang Xing used to sit here just to get into college and successfully postpone his military service! According to federal law, once you successfully enter college, you can receive a scholarship and postpone your military service until after you graduate from college! It is said that many ‘Martial Saints’ and ‘Martial Gods’ in the Federation follow this path. 'Take the university entrance examination...' ‘It’s difficult, very difficult! Even Xia Long subconsciously thinks that none of us are college students... After all, one of the most basic requirements for college entrance examinations is to reach the third level of martial arts - Uncut Jade - before graduating from high school! ’ The three realms of martial arts, the first realm is 'skin and flesh', the second realm is 'bones and bones', and the third realm is 'raw jade'! A warrior who has reached the Uncut Jade Realm has a body that rebels against his innate nature, his five internal organs and aura are integrated, he can automatically repair all hidden injuries, his internal and external circulation is extremely perfect, and he can live to be one hundred and twenty years old without any disease or disaster! Fang Xing sighed secretly, then looked at Xia Long's movements in front of him. At this time, the opponent was assuming a stance, and the spine on his back was shaking like a big dragon. "In today's class, I will first hold on to the 'Dalong Zhuang' for 30 minutes, and then I will do the Twelve Military Style Boxing Postures with me..." "Needless to say, the Dalong Zhuang is the first level of martial arts - the best Zhuang skill for refining skin and flesh. After countless simulations by the Federation's highest intelligence brain, the 'Omniscient Brain', it has reached the 'perfect' level and can exercise the whole body. There will be no trace of skin and flesh left out... Don't stand still in a standing position. Move your body and mind. Imagine that the torso is a big dragon, the back is the keel, and the limbs are the dragon's claws... It is best not to have more than one big dragon stake every day. Hours, if you have the conditions, you can go to the store to buy 'D3 level nutrient solution'..." Xia Long spoke in detail, but he sighed in his heart. The cheapest 'D3 level nutrient solution' costs 5,000 star yuan, which is probably difficult for ordinary biochemical students to afford for a long time. But there is nothing that can be done. The resources of the Federation are limited, and martial arts is already the cheapest and most popular career evolution route.
If you don't show a certain amount of talent, you are not worthy of investment by the school or even yourself. breathe…… Fang Xing calmed down and took the big dragon stance. A sense of familiarity immediately emerged in his heart, as if he had been practicing this stance for a long time. He unconsciously began to slow down his breathing, and his mind began to visualize a majestic dragon, and the bones on his back shook slightly. In this state, he felt his skin membranes twitching, numbness, soreness, and itching... all kinds of strange feelings surged through him, and his muscles began to heat up. 'persist in! persist in! ’ It was rare for him to travel through time and come into contact with such extraordinary power. Fang Xing secretly gritted his teeth and persisted. I don't know how much time passed, but he suddenly felt a burst of strength all over his body, his vision went dark, and a feeling of 'reaching the limit' surged throughout his body. It’s like a sudden loss of strength during a long-distance run, and it’s hard to find any strength in the body... ‘Have you reached your limit? I'm not going to faint, am I? Do you want to be carried to the infirmary? That would be so embarrassing...' At this moment, Fang Xing's consciousness was in a trance, as if he had returned to that night when he stayed up late reading novels. A sword light seemed to appear in front of his eyes, and under that sword, it seemed that worlds were arising and dying... ‘This is... the scene when I traveled through time? ’ ‘Why do I think it’s a sword? Instead of sword light? Or even other brilliance? ’ ‘That sword light seems to have suppressed some kind of terror? ’ Fang Xing had no time to think too much. He saw the sword light fall and turn into two balls of light, one red and one white. The two light balls chase each other, like two fishes, and like a red and white Tai Chi diagram. suddenly! boom! ! ! The red and white light collided together, and the terrifying brilliance annihilated everything! The red and white Tai Chi diagram suddenly disintegrated, and then...a faint fluorescent light appeared in front of his eyes: [Name: Fang Xing] 【Age: 16】 [Occupation: Warrior] It was a very simple panel, and when Fang Xing's consciousness came to the warrior profession, several more lines of sub-columns were opened: [The first level: skin and flesh (skin refining: 21/100)] [Twelve Postures of Military Boxing: 55/100 (Introductory)] [Dalong pile: 67/100 (entry level)]
… ‘What kind of game panel is this? My golden finger? It seems to be related to the scene I saw when I traveled through time? ’ Fang Xing's heart moved, and then... all kinds of insights about the 'Big Dragon Stake' emerged. He suddenly felt that his limbs had strength again, as if a channel that was about to dry up was filled with new water, so that he would not faint immediately. 'Yes... Although I have fully inherited the mind and muscle memory of the original owner, there is still a difference in the actual performance. That is, if I know it with my heart, I can also use my hands... But if I don't cooperate and coordinate, my kung fu has deteriorated... …' 'But now, when this attribute panel comes out, it gives me a permanent certificate. My proficiency will only increase and will not go back...' 'Until now, I have completely taken over everything from the original owner, even martial arts...' 'If I could add a little more...' Fang Xing was a little greedy, but he couldn't find the option to add points no matter how hard he looked, so he had to give up temporarily. "Okay, thirty minutes are up." A few minutes later, Xia Long gave the order, and all the classmates who had been standing were relieved. Liu Wei even fell to the ground, sweating profusely and breathing heavily. Fang Xing was fine, but his legs felt slightly weak, not enough to lie down. "Axing, your pile skills seem to be getting better. Did you secretly practice more when you went home at night?" Liu Wei couldn't help but complain when he saw that the fellow sufferer did not fall down. "This is my normal level!" Fang Xing replied with a heavy breath, but added in his heart: 'It's just that this is Fang Xing's peak moment...' A person's state may be good or bad, but with the attribute bar solidified, his state will always be at its peak! From Liu Wei's point of view, it seemed as if Fang Xing had made progress again. "Hehe, your pile skills are indeed a little better than mine, but that won't necessarily happen next." Liu Wei smiled and got up. Xia Long also yelled at this time: "Don't lie down! You are in good condition now. Stand up and practice the martial arts for me. The twelve postures of Military Style Fist, the first posture, Lunge Cannon Fist!" Fang Xing's spine was like a bow, and the muscles on his body were like strings. The five fingers of his right hand were pressed together, and the joints made a crisp sound. He imagined that his body was a big bow, and he was 'shooting' his fist. Snap! With this punch, there was a muffled sound in the air in front of him, which startled Liu Wei next to him. "Axing, why are you...so powerful?" Xia Long saw that many people in the class were making punch sounds, and the lines on his face softened slightly: "Okay... there is a saying in the ancient boxing scriptures, 'A thousand dollars cannot buy a sound.' If you can make such a sound, you can In ancient times, everyone was a powerful warrior, but it was not enough! "Why is this first form of 'Lung Step Cannon Fist' called Cannon Fist? The lunge is just the beginning, imagining your body like a big bow is just the beginning. Next, you have to imagine that you are a cannon, use the 'heart fire' to ignite the gas and blood gunpowder, and use your fists as Send out the 'cannonballs'!" As he spoke, Xia Long punched. Boom! It was also the 'Lunge Cannon Fist', but it seemed as if a cannonball exploded directly in the air. Fang Xing felt a pain in his eardrums, and even his heart seemed to be oppressed, and he felt a little tight in his chest: 'This punch probably takes more than twenty years of skill... I can't stop it...'
Xia Long put back his fists and stood up: "When will you be able to perform a real 'cannon boxing'? Tens of thousands of dollars can't buy a cannon. Only then can you master this style to a small degree. The key point lies in the 'heart fire', using the heart as the driving force. Circulation of Qi and blood..." While talking, Xia Long came up behind a student, pressed a palm at random, and landed on the student's vest. The student's face suddenly turned blood red, and he punched with his hand. Although there was no cannon sound, the crisp sound was obviously louder. 'This kind of 'teaching by words and deeds' cannot be compared to any projection... But it seems that only students who make a sound can get this treatment...' While Fang Xing was thinking, Xia Long had already come behind him, pressing his fingers on his vest: "Punch!" He suddenly felt a burning sensation in his chest, as if gunpowder had been ignited, and he was eager to find a breakthrough to vent his anger. "drink!" Fang Xing shouted low and punched out, and then his whole body felt a little exhausted. "Not bad, pay attention to your footwork next time..." Xia Long gave some advice and walked towards another female classmate. But Fang Xing sat directly on the ground, breathing heavily, but feeling a little excited in his heart. He consciously came to the attribute panel and found the sub-column of Military Boxing. [Twelve Forms of Military Boxing: 56/100 (Beginner)] "Proficiency increased by 1 point?" "If I do it a few dozen more times, can I complete the introductory practice of Military Boxing and enter the next stage?" "But, if I do it a few dozen times like this, my body can't bear it..." Feeling the pain in his arm, Fang Xing shook his head secretly. Suddenly, his eyes condensed. At the bottom of the attribute bar, a new strange symbol appeared. This rune seemed to be composed of twisted lines, faintly forming the outline of a mirror. When his consciousness fell on it, a new line of text appeared: [Gate of the Heavens: 1/100 (Capturing)]