Chapter 325: Thousands of troops belong to one person
In the darkness, lines of small words in ice crystals emerged:
"The secret realm has an independent time flow rate."
"The first time you enter, you must consume your power."
"I have provided all your soul power, will power, and half of your merits to the secret realm."
"Current remaining soul power: 2/35;"
"Remaining willingness: 0;"
"Remaining merit: 28."
All the small words disappeared in a flash.
All the darkness quickly gathered together and turned into a striking line, disappearing from Wu Xiaode's eyes.
The world appears.
Wu Xiaode found himself standing at the door of a martial arts gym.
There are two lines of words written on the red lacquer door of the martial arts hall:
"The first level, the first entry."
"You have chosen boxing as your main fighting method, but you have never received formal boxing training, so you need to learn it from scratch."
As soon as Wu Xiaode finished reading, these two lines of words disappeared.
The door opens.
A strong man came out and waved to Wu Xiaode.
"Master said someone is coming outside, is it you?"
"...Yes."
"Come in with me."
The strong man took Wu Xiaode into the martial arts hall and all the way to the martial arts hall.
I saw a middle-aged man with a long beard standing on the ring and said to the strong man:
"You go down."
"Yes, Master." The strong man retreated.
"You, come up." The middle-aged man said.
Wu Xiaode walked onto the ring as instructed.
"Don't be nervous, this is our time and space, and you are temporarily switched from the other side of time and space through the secret realm method - from now on, I will teach you the basic boxing skills." The middle-aged man said.
"Thank you, Your Excellency. I'm practicing martial arts with you today. I don't know what to call you yet?" Wu Xiaode said, cupping his fists.
He could feel the soul power fluctuations on the other party's body.
The strength of the soul power is not even as good as his own.
But——
Some things cannot just be based on soul power.
The other person has something that he does not have, and it is what he has always longed for.
Boxing inheritance!
finally.
I can officially learn boxing.
——This is my childhood dream.
"No need to ask, there are thousands of people like me in the world. I teach you boxing skills for no other reason than that you will treat thousands of other people like me in the future." The middle-aged man said.
Wu Xiaode felt admiration in his heart, clasped his fists again and said: "Yes."
The middle-aged man took a few steps and asked, "How long have you been practicing boxing?"
"Three - no, four days." Wu Xiaode said.
The middle-aged man was a little surprised.
Wu Xiaode added: "I suddenly learned the boxing technique when I met Ling's teachings. I have been doing a lot of actual combat these days."
The middle-aged man nodded and said:
"Since there are spiritual teachings, there will be no problem with the moves, but it is still just a castle in the air."
"Please give me your advice," Wu Xiaode said.
"All boxing skills start with practice - if the foundation is not laid firmly, no matter how magnificent the castle in the air is, it will still collapse one day."
The middle-aged man pointed to the human-shaped training target aside and said: "From now on, you have to practice straight punches here. You are not allowed to use any soul power until you hit a billion punches."
Wu Xiaode said: "Yes, but my time -"
"Don't think about time. The power of the secret realm is with you. When you go back, it will only be a few breaths away." The middle-aged man said.
A line of small words in ice crystal appeared on the Book of the Dead at the same time:
"Don't worry about the passage of time."
Wu Xiaode has nothing to worry about now.
He walked to the human-shaped training target, recalled the technique of straight punching, and stretched out his hand to punch.
Boom.
The humanoid training target made a loud noise.
"With your physical condition, you can eat once every two days, rest once every seven days, and sleep once every twelve days." The middle-aged man said.
"Yes." Wu Xiaode said.
He continued to punch.
The middle-aged man watched for a while and then said: "Don't punch too fast, don't rush, and feel every punch carefully."
"Yes."
Wu Xiaode stood in front of the human-shaped training target, slowed down and kept hitting.
Middle-aged men would come to give him advice from time to time.
The sun rises and the moon sets, and the seasons change.
Year after year.
No matter it was a violent storm or heavy snowfall, Wu Xiaode always stood in front of the target and kept punching.
He struck one punch after another until the end, gradually forgetting everything around him.
Time keeps moving forward.
Fifteenth year.
The middle-aged man appeared again, looked at it for a while, and said:
"The speed of punching can be accelerated now."
"Yes."
Wu Xiaode said.
Another ten years passed.
"Slow down the punch, even slower than at the beginning."
"Yes."
Three more years.
One day, Wu Xiaode was still boxing.
"Stop."
The middle-aged man finally said.
Wu Xiaode stopped as he was told.
"One billion fists are full." The middle-aged man said with a smile.
"Please continue to teach me the next boxing technique." Wu Xiaode said.
"Do you know why I want you to punch a billion punches?" the middle-aged man asked.
"I don't know." Wu Xiaode said.
"In boxing, there is the simplest truth - when the amount of practice you practice reaches a certain level, your boxing will naturally be different. This is what everyone knows that 'quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes'." said the middle-aged man. .
"Since everyone knows it, then everyone can do it." Wu Xiaode said.
"No, knowing does not mean doing it. Being able to do it is the beginning of practice."
"Yes."
Wu Xiaode felt it quietly.
Now, straight punching has become a part of his life, and punching is like instinct. The strength, angle, landing point, and effect of each punch have completely emerged in his mind.
"If a person has no talent, he cannot become a peerless master, but after undergoing the baptism of quantitative changes, he can still become a pretty good boxer."
"As for you——"
"You are the inheritor of the Human Emperor Fist, and I also believe in that spirit's judgment."
"So my requirements for you will be stricter."
"Thank you, Your Excellency." Wu Xiaode said.
"Starting from today, practice punching and punch a billion times." The middle-aged man said.
"Yes."
Wu Xiaode took a step forward and started punching the target.
Time continues to pass.
Next, he also practiced various fighting movements such as hooks, jabs, punches, and elbow strikes.
After all the movements have been practiced, practice legwork again.
Finally, there are combination punches.
The disciples of the martial arts gym came and left, but he was the only one who always stayed in the martial arts gym.
Occasionally when they stopped to rest, those disciples would also talk about things in this world.
There are demons in this world.
Human beings have been invaded by demons and suffered a lot.
So the martial arts gym is always full of people.
Everyone wants to learn boxing to protect themselves and their families in troubled times.
Time passes.
Finally one day——
There was a lot of noise outside the martial arts hall, and there was even an endless stream of fluctuations in spells.
Wu Xiaode woke up from his immersed state of martial arts practice.
A middle-aged man stood beside him.
"Your Excellency, may I ask what happened?" Wu Xiaode said, cupping his fists.
"The demon is coming - we are about to evacuate this place, but you don't need to pay attention."
The middle-aged man continued: "Over the past hundred years, your boxing skills have laid a solid foundation. With a solid foundation, you will achieve success in the future. I have nothing left to teach you."
"——You go."
Wu Xiaode was silent.
He looked around and found that none of the disciples were gone.
Everyone has left.
No.
There was a bloody smell outside the martial arts hall, accompanied by the roars and screams of human men, and the desperate cries, whimpering, and screaming of women.
Boom——
The tall buildings in the distance collapsed.
Firelight lit up the sky.
Wu Xiaode took a few breaths and said:
"Master, I'm leaving."
"There is no need to call me master." The middle-aged man shook his head.
"You taught me boxing skills for the sake of thousands of people in the future. No matter what, you are my master." Wu Xiaode said.
The middle-aged man smiled and said: "According to this, you will have many masters in the future."
"What Master taught me, I will pass on to people in the future."
"Well, that's good. It's not in vain for me to teach you a lesson - you go ahead."
Wu Xiaode turned around, slowly walked off the ring, and walked towards the front door.
"Wait a minute - the monster is almost at the front door. Don't go out from there. Take the back door and leave our world." The middle-aged man said loudly.
Wu Xiaode said: "I came from the front door, so naturally I have to go through the front door."
"There are too many monsters, and this city cannot be saved. Unless there are thousands of troops, we can protect this place - so if you can't get through, you will die here, so you have learned martial arts in vain."
The middle-aged man persuaded seriously.
Thousands of troops...
Wu Xiaode smiled, put on his gloves, and said softly:
"To be honest, Master, I learned martial arts just for this moment. No matter life or death, if I use it at this moment, it will not be in vain."
He pushed open the door.
The long street outside the door is full of monsters and ghosts.
Eyes full of blood.
A three-meter-tall demonic bull rushed towards the door of the martial arts hall.
Wu Xiaode put on a boxing stance, took a step forward, and punched the void.
Straight punch.
With this punch, an insight came into his heart.
Once the punch has been punched, you can immediately determine where the Demon Bull received the punch, the extent of the damage, the subsequent reaction, and how to respond.
This is a simple and unpretentious punch, but it is almost incomprehensible.
The demonic bull rushed directly to his fist and hit him squarely on the forehead. His huge body was shaken and actually floated in the air.
——The skill of exerting force is almost miraculous.
Wu Xiaode had no expression on his face and punched again.
Straight punch, straight punch, straight punch, swing punch, uppercut, jab.
Each punch seemed ordinary, but it caused the demonic cow to erupt in a terrifying howl, and its entire body rolled backwards, knocking away countless monsters along the way.
More monsters are looking this way.
Wu Xiaode was not afraid, he retracted his fist, turned around and bowed respectfully to the middle-aged man:
"Master."
“The disciples couldn’t even pay tuition for the first half of their lives, so they had to live on the streets.”
"Now I am fortunate to have master teach me martial arts. My disciples now know how to get started with boxing. I am always grateful."
"Today, all life here is in ruins. If there are not thousands of troops to defend this city from the demons——"
"Disciples are like thousands of troops."
After saying that, he walked out of the gate of the martial arts hall and walked along the long street towards the densely packed monsters.
Taking a step forward, a pair of bronze hands appeared behind him, clenching his fingers into fists.
Pairs of bronze hands appeared one after another, clenched into fists, and appeared in the void behind him, arranged like a blooming lotus.
Countless bronze hands appeared behind him, like thousands of human masters who had come from the future to fight alongside him. (End of chapter)