Chapter 10: Training
“You’ve got some guts, huh.”
Yan Menglu looked at her former most worry-free student with a slight headache, “Instigating students from two classes to beat up one Martial Arts Track student, I didn’t even know when you became the boss of the preparatory students.”
A brawl involving nearly a hundred people in the canteen, of course it blew up big.
But before security and the teacher arrived, Li Ye gave a shout, and took everyone in the entire canteen and ran.
But running away wasn’t enough; in the end, he was still summoned by Yan Menglu.
“Do you know how serious this incident is? Fractures, spinal injuries, concussions—they’ve already been sent to the hospital. Even for a martial artist, it won’t get better without three days.”
Hearing this, Li Ye shrugged, “In his own words, pay medical expenses. If there’s really disciplinary action, I instigated them, and I was the first to strike, so just discipline me alone.”
“Discipline my ass!”
Yan Menglu cursed: “A Martial Arts Track student comes to the preparatory canteen to curse people and thinks he’s in the right? The school isn’t run by his family, he’s gone too far! This is at most mutual brawling!”
“That Guo Chumíng, during the Dragon Mountain experience, hit an Ironclad Pig and came back. Can’t fight demonic creatures, so he comes to the preparatory side to show off—this wouldn’t fly with anyone!”
As she spoke, she suddenly noticed something, looking at Li Ye’s smiling expression at the corner of his mouth, she said irritably:
“Did you know from the start that this wouldn’t blow up big?”
Normal teenagers, especially those not in the Martial Arts Track, fear things like parents being called or disciplinary action, but for Li Ye, it seemed to have no influence at all.
So she always felt this kid was mature.
Li Ye of course didn’t care; brawls among martial arts trainees were too normal. This matter wouldn’t even register on the scales, and if it did, the other side would be the one at a loss.
He had originally thought he’d at most get disciplinary action and pay money, but upon hearing Yan Menglu’s words, it seemed he didn’t even need to worry about that.
Before Li Ye could speak, Yan Menglu waved her hand: “You ah… forget it, no need to pay money. A One Dragon Gate coming to the preparatory to provoke—if he can’t beat them, can’t he run? If he’s injured, it’s his lack of skill; three days in the hospital is buying a lesson.”
“Impossible to get disciplined. A Martial Arts Track student comes to the preparatory canteen to provoke, and the ones getting disciplined are preparatory students? Would I lose face? Would Old Yang from the Martial Arts Track lose face?”
Even if we don’t care about face, the principal does!
She glanced at those figures outside the window, hiding and peeking out their heads, and sighed:
“Go appease your ‘subordinates.’ If you’re any later, I think it’ll turn into chaos.”
“Thanks, teacher.”
Li Ye nodded, turned and walked out of the office, but before leaving, he paused and said: “Teacher, forget what I said yesterday.”
“Hm?”
Yan Menglu was stunned, wanting to say something more, but saw Li Ye had already left.
The students gathered outside the office, wanting to eavesdrop, surged forward as soon as they saw Li Ye come out.
“Brother Ye!”
Deng Hao’s neck flushed red, “Don’t worry, I started this! I’ll take all the blame for paying money and disciplinary action, won’t let you get implicated!”
“Discipline my ass!”
Li Ye laughed and cursed, “Old Yan said it’s no big deal, eat and drink as usual.”
After he spoke, the classmates all let out cheers, each with glowing faces.
In this brawl, the students on the outermost edges who couldn’t squeeze in all managed to kick Guo Chumíng once.
In the past, if you heard someone got beaten by a Martial Arts Track student, you could only chalk it up to bad luck.
Today it was uplifting, and most importantly, nothing came of it.
Li Ye waved his hand, “Alright, why are so many people crowded here? Disperse, no need to worry about revenge—Guo Chumíng is hospitalized for three days.”
“What about after three days?” someone asked.
“After three days it’s summer vacation!” Jia Dong laughed.
Which sparked an even bigger burst of laughter.
After the commotion, the crowd slowly dispersed; some hadn’t eaten their fill yet, so they took the time to go eat more.
“This summer vacation I’m definitely breaking through One Dragon Gate!”
Deng Hao clenched his fist, “Next semester when I enter the Martial Arts Track, I’ll properly settle the score with that Guo guy!”
Jia Dong got ideas too; he nudged Deng Hao with his elbow, “That master craftsman you mentioned this morning… reliable or not?”
Deng Hao said: “My physical test scores are the same as yours; the master craftsman said no problem. Even if it means eating more hardship, if you want, in a couple days I’ll introduce you.”
Li Ye knew this kind of master craftsman was different from uniform teaching at martial arts schools; this type offered private customization, using their own experience for sprint training.
But to find a master craftsman, you needed foundation to begin with; generally, if the school physical test was just qualified, no need—at least ‘good’ or above.
And very expensive, at least a million starting.
Jia Dong was rational; his original thought was the same as Li Ye’s—no need to waste that much money; if talent allows, fine, if not, whatever.
After all, if you can’t break through qi and blood even after entering a martial arts school, there won’t be much progress later.
Below Three Dragon Gates, essentially no different from ordinary people; once in society, who knows how many years to earn it back.
Mainly, he was stimulated by the noon incident; long-term no difference, but right now there is!
Practicing martial arts to the end, enduring so much hardship—how can it all be for nothing!
Don’t think just because he said entering a martial arts school would be a stretch for him, his family is actually middle class and can scrape it together if they grit their teeth.
The noon commotion ended quickly; by afternoon, they immediately dove into training.
Morning was physical fitness; now it was pure body training.
From thirty-meter to hundred-meter obstacle courses, quickly jumping onto stakes after crossing sandbag obstacles, first stationary staking then moving staking; after one hour of training, free fighting against punch targets or wooden stakes.
Those not training at martial arts schools, the school’s martial arts teacher would specifically teach some free fighting; martial arts school students just did their own thing.
Li Ye found a wooden dummy stake, set up bow stance, legs not past knees.
He first exhaled a long breath, then sharply inhaled, sinking strength into his legs, left foot twisting half a circle on the ground, right foot turning into a long whip, viciously kicking the wooden stake.
Bang!
Under the great force, the specially fixed wooden dummy stake trembled slightly.
After kicking out, Li Ye’s legs quickly changed; he heavily stomped his right foot, similarly twisting half a circle, turning into a left leg vicious kick on the wooden stake.
Bang!
Each leg kick required readjusting and changing stance to achieve maximum training method.
After quickly kicking a hundred legs, Li Ye retracted and sprang up, legs exchanging back and forth, consecutively kicking the wooden stake seven times; after landing, he reset bow stance, adjusted breath for a moment then sprang up again, kicking seven more times.
After another hundred reps, Li Ye quickly retracted his legs, then viciously stomped the ground, using the force to shoot forward, a fierce knee strike to the center of the wooden stake, then borrowing the stake’s force to retreat, stomping legs again to charge forward.
His martial arts talent was average, hard to break through Dragon Gate, but his only advantage was learning moves fast; martial arts school moves in his hands were not only standard but combined with himself into his own style, practically perfect.
Front kick, splitting smash, side kick, whip leg, knee strike, stomp ground, cross legs, chain legs
Each strike heavy and forceful, like going mad, completely disregarding himself.
The sounds drew over all the surrounding training students, who secretly clicked their tongues.
Some recognized what it was and wanted to stop him, but seeing Li Ye’s focused yet slightly ferocious expression, they didn’t dare approach, just watched.
Until his final landing, the stepping foot twisting a full circle, body shifting from front to back, one leg like a sword shooting out, viciously stomping the wooden stake.
Bang!!
The sound louder than before, even producing an echo.
Only then did he stand steady and begin regulating his breath.
“Ye, Brother Ye?”
Deng Hao’s voice sounded from behind.
He turned his head and saw Deng Hao and Jia Dong watching from behind with shocked faces.
“Why’d you suddenly start training? This isn’t a martial arts school.” Deng Hao asked.
That was the most orthodox martial arts school training method, emphasizing full power and madness, constantly strengthening oneself through the training method to boost qi and blood.
Completely different from what the school taught; the school’s neutral and peaceful approach at most consumed strength without damaging the body.
Martial arts school training methods, without professional dietary supplements and matching medicinal baths, could damage the body if practiced alone.
Though Li Ye hadn’t trained as long as at the martial arts school, his form was absolutely correct.
Jia Dong thought for a moment, then said tactfully: “Brother Ye, how about trying another martial arts school? If you’re not satisfied with springing leg, my ‘Natural Martial Arts School’ is pretty good.”
“It’s fine, just casually practicing.”
Li Ye smiled and kicked his legs twice more, “No problem at all.”
Normally, training methods should be done at martial arts schools, because they have professional dietary supplements and matching medicinal baths, leaving no hidden injuries.
But Li Ye didn’t need that anymore.
The Food Qi Method’s precise absorption of every bit of food’s strength let him control the degree, ensuring no deficit or hidden injuries.
The noon food, based on his quantified qi and blood data, brought qi and blood to 80.19.
An afternoon of training plus training method brought qi and blood to 80.25.
Li Ye was very satisfied.
“Go rest; class soon.”
Li Ye patted both their shoulders and walked out of the training room together.
Just twenty minutes or so, afternoon training ended, then a general knowledge class, and they were dismissed.
“Brother Ye, thanks for today. Tonight I’m treating—let’s go eat.”
Deng Hao grinned at Li Ye: “After eating, foot massage; I know a shop where the top technician is a One Dragon Gate martial artist—feels great all over!”
“Real or fake?” Jia Dong’s ears perked up, “Which shop?”
“Just one; I’m treating Brother Ye.” Deng Hao said: “Expensive; regular foot massage is 1688.”
Jia Dong raised a brow: “What about the non-regular?”
“No such thing.” Deng Hao rolled his eyes.
“You two go; I’ve got something.”
Li Ye smiled: “Also, young as you are, don’t go to places like that.”
With that, he shouldered his schoolbag and left.
Not that he minded; as someone reborn, he didn’t care, but last night Huang Qingyi had arranged to meet him today, so he had to go.
