"Growth, how about a bet?"
In the training room, Li Yuan suddenly spoke after removing his protective gear.
"What are we betting on?"
Xie Yucheng was wiping red flower oil on his elbow and calf, spots hit during practice.
The intensity of physical confrontation during sparring far exceeded regular workouts.
To ensure effective training, both sides would communicate beforehand to exert their full strength as much as possible.
It's not a fitness trainer hired specifically for sparring, just getting beaten up while feeding moves.
With such practice, the risk of injury was greater.
"Guess how long it will take Talent to learn the most basic techniques?
It took us a long time to integrate fundamental punches, leg moves, and footwork comprehensively."
Li Yuan crossed his arms and turned to look at Qin Shi, who was practicing movements precisely, feeling quite uncomfortable.
In less than two hours, Qin Shi had mastered the offensive rhythm with ease.
His physical talent was exceptionally outstanding!
"No wonder he's called Talent! Look at those advances and retreats, his sense of attack and defense, he's got it all down so well!"
Xie Yucheng watched closely for a while, then shook his head:
"I train for more than seven hours a day, and it took me three days to reach his current level.
This guy indeed has talent, probably learning the basic techniques in four to five days.
To get the hang of it, a bit harder, at least seven to eight days of solid effort."
The Old Martial Arts Style typically divided the process into two steps: one for the brain to get it, and the other for the body to get it.
The former was obvious.
Basic moves like punches, kicks, and footwork could be broken down into over a hundred different actions.
Adding the transitions between offense and defense, and their connections, it became quite complex.
Remembering and mastering it all wasn't easy.
Moreover, the brain getting it didn't mean the body got it.
"To let the body remember those moves and develop them into instincts, it takes at least months.
If the physical condition is poor, it might take years."
Xie Yucheng sighed:
"You've seen how tough Ze recruits the powerful boxers. Although their Life Force development wasn't high, their attacks were extremely fierce, we could barely last ten seconds against them.
The boxer's path isn't easy, without hard practice for three to five years, there's no chance to shine."
Li Yuan sneered:
"Not necessarily, wait till I've trained more, I'll certainly catch up with them.
Growth, do you want to bet or not? The loser will treat to a massage, order the 188 package!"
Xie Yucheng teased:
"Yuan, always thinking about going to Jinshe Impression? Got your eye on Number 18?
Fine, I bet three days, Talent will master the basic techniques and amaze Lao Liang."
Li Yuan shook his head:
"That's too optimistic. No matter how good the physical condition is, muscles don't grow brains.
To master it, five days at the least, even if we eat Nutritional Paste every meal and have Lao Liang's private sessions!"
Li Yuan spoke the last sentence with great certainty.
People aren't made of iron, the body gets tired, the spirit gets weary.
Even if pushing to the limit, it's impossible to achieve substantial progress from zero to one in a short time.
Xie Yucheng shrugged his shoulders:
"Let's wait and see, it's just one 188 package, but no sneaky extensions, Yuan!"
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The sun shifted westward, the summer sunset was grand and intense, like shattered gold penetrating the clouds, coating the low outlines of the Ninth Middle School teaching building.
Qin Shi didn't know someone had bet on him, his slightly scattered gaze passed through his wet hair, large beads of sweat dripping to the floor.
His chest was like a pulled bellows, driving rapid breaths, expelling the heat from his body, forming a faint white mist.
The technique consumed too much energy!
In the martial arts novels popular during the Old Era, where the supreme masters fought for days and nights.
For Lao Liang, it should be incomprehensible.
Any Martial Artist, trying to keep muscles tense, and exerting force continuously on the bones.
Soon would be exhausted, unable to sustain.
Just like strength training, inevitably more tiring than aerobic, the same principle!
The burden on the body caused by both was not on the same level.
"Thinking this way, Ultraman running out of energy after a few minutes is quite scientific."
Qin Shi felt his chest was about to light up red; two hours of high-intensity practice had pushed his body beyond its limits.
His lungs felt like burning, every breath caused a faint pain, his arm, thigh, and foot muscles were reddened and congested.
This was the limit approached after repeated exhaustion.
The Monument Panel's text messages flashed on his retina occasionally.
They flickered like indicator lights, showing Qin Shi today's training results.
[Completed one set of exhaustive training]
[Growth +50]
[Completed one set of exhaustive training]
[Growth +50...]
Seven or eight entries in total.
"Today's training volume is indeed maxed out. From now on, I'll use the technique to grind the muscle training achievement upgrade conditions. Much more effective than the training method!"
Qin Shi gasped deeply, doing intermittent rests at the same time.
The cool breeze through the open window blew on his sweaty young body, surprisingly soothing.
"If finding the right force posture, completing the moves in one go, it can use Muscle Memory to repeat them until it becomes instinct.
Unfortunately, my practice time is too short, the few hours put in are nowhere near enough, can't make more progress."
Qin Shi thought silently, contemplating how to better utilize the unlocked achievements from the Monument.
He just kept using Muscle Memory, repeatedly optimizing the force trajectory of punches, the movement posture of advancing and retreating.
The effect was remarkable!
Proving this method was feasible!
"If someone could spar with me, the offense and evasion would be more real, better training reaction ability."
Qin Shi thought for a moment, his eyes focused, as if making a decision.
After his heart rate dropped, he directly walked to the other corner of the training room.
"Two mates, could you help me out."
Just finishing the second round of sparring, Li Yuan and Xie Yucheng stopped their movements simultaneously.
They didn't expect Talent to come over and talk.
After all, Urban Circle New First Middle School and Ninth Middle School, Urban Circle and Old Factory Street, what intersections could there be?
"Bro, what's up? Just say it."
Xie Yucheng was lively, sociable, could chat with anyone, responded first:
"We're half schoolmates anyway, should help each other."
Qin Shi paused slightly, organizing his words:
"I want to spar with you two, practice a bit."
Xie Yucheng was stunned:
"Bro, your technique is not yet mastered. We've been following Lao Liang for half a month, later if our punches are heavy, injuring you wouldn't be good."
Qin Shi sincerely explained:
"I think it's worth a try. Practicing alone, it's hard to grasp the offensive and defensive rhythm, and focusing fully isn't possible. With an opponent, it should be better."
Xie Yucheng frowned, about to say something, but was stopped by Li Yuan, who coldly refused:
"Sorry, can't help you. If you want a sparring partner, go to the fitness center or Cultivation Hall.
We pay Lao Liang's supplementary class fees to enhance Life Force, not planning to do part-time jobs."
Although Li Yuan didn't like this new student, especially knowing Qin Shi was from Urban Circle New First Middle School, he understood the overall situation.
This kid was clearly highly valued by Lao Liang, if he got hurt during the spar, it would be his responsibility.
No need to cause trouble and be punished due to inner dissatisfaction.
"Classmate Xie mentioned mutual help recently. How about this, I'll treat you two to Nutritional Paste from Longxiang Ji, and you give me some pointers on the techniques?"
Qin Shi remained sincere, not getting angry:
"Let's spar lightly, like the Old Era martial arts school master helping out."
Has Talent gone crazy?
Brain stuffed with muscles?
Just wanted a beating?
They looked at each other.
"Yuan, Nutritional Paste is too disgusting, I have no interest, you go. Don't hit too hard, take it easy."
Xie Yucheng saw Li Yuan was somewhat tempted, directly passed the chance to him.
Also reminded him not to truly hurt Qin Shi, avoid angering Lao Liang.
"Sure, I know my limits, help him wear the protective gear."
Li Yuan nodded.
A box of Nutritional Paste costs dozens of bucks, not cheap.
A "light luxury daily product" Nine Middle School students couldn't afford.
Enough to entice any student from the supplementary class.
Qin Shi wore the protective gear, neck, chest, abdomen, hands, and feet all enclosed.
He and Li Yuan stood several steps apart, posing with guard stances.
Xie Yucheng stood outside, acting as an amateur referee.
"Just give him a bit of a lesson! Let him know entering the Urban Circle isn't a big deal, don't get arrogant because of some talent!"
Li Yuan clenched his fists, shook his neck, relaxed his muscles, thinking about which moves to defeat Qin Shi.
Swish!
Not waiting for the thoughts to settle, Qin Shi initiated the attack first, stepping forward swiftly, his figure blurred in front.
Directly landing a left jab to the face!