Chapter 46: Tiger Descends Mountain
Zhou Qing walked into the warehouse, and Chen Wujun immediately jumped out of the sand pit.
Wooden dummy punching bags are available at the martial arts school, but sand pits are only found here, which is why Chen Wujun always practices the Mud Treading Step when he comes to the warehouse.
Even though his Mud Treading Step has now achieved both form and spirit, he hasn’t relaxed at all.
“Master!” Chen Wujun, with a few sweat stains on his body, walked towards Zhou Qing barefoot.
He was wearing only a pair of shorts.
Zhou Qing surveyed Chen Wujun’s bare upper body. His gaze was piercing, and he could tell at a glance that Chen Wujun’s upper body already had the Crane Form.
In just one week, he had already developed the Crane Form.
Truly great talent!
A promising prospect!
If anyone else had taken in such a promising disciple, they would definitely cultivate him as a disciple to showcase their school, providing for all his needs in clothing, food, housing, and martial arts practice.
However, Zhou Qing had no such idea.
If you don’t strive and don’t compete, you’ll never achieve greatness.
His disciples must strive and compete from the very beginning.
“Your Crane Form practice is quite good, you’ve got the feel of it!” Zhou Qing nodded slightly, speaking as he walked further inside.
“Today, I’ll teach you Tiger Descends Mountain. This stance combines the Tiger Form stance from old Xing Yi Quan, the Subduing Tiger Stance from Shaolin, and the Tiger Stance from Southern Fist. It trains Whole Strength and Catalytic Strength, like a volcanic eruption, and greatly increases Strength and Explosive Power.”
“If you stand this stance properly, your Strength will increase significantly in a few months!”
When Zhou Qing spoke of Tiger Descends Mountain, his tone was noticeably different from when he spoke of other stances. It wasn’t just a plain narration as before, but carried a hint of pride.
“Master, did you create this stance?” Chen Wujun’s mind flashed with an idea, and he asked from behind Zhou Qing.
“I’ve made some improvements to the stances of predecessors!” Zhou Qing didn’t explain much. He turned around, squatted down, rounded his back, and raised his head.
The moment Chen Wujun met Zhou Qing’s gaze, he shivered.
He felt as if Zhou Qing in front of him had transformed into a ferocious big cat, ready to pounce at any moment.
Especially his eyes; Chen Wujun felt like he had become prey, and if he moved, the other would immediately pounce and tear him to shreds.
After just a moment, Zhou Qing stood up.
“Did you see it clearly?”
“No…” Chen Wujun honestly replied. This time, he truly hadn’t seen clearly. His entire mind was captured. He only saw a big cat ready to pounce at him at any moment.
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Wujun suddenly thought of something and realized with a sudden enlightenment, “I understand. The key to this stance is the pounce, not the standing!”
Hearing Chen Wujun’s words, Zhou Qing, who was about to speak, was stunned.
The words he had prepared to offer guidance got stuck in his throat and he swallowed them back.
Then, his eyes filled with curiosity as he looked Chen Wujun up and down, nodding slightly, “You’re right. The key to this stance is the pounce, not the standing!”
It wouldn’t be surprising if a strong martial artist could see at a glance that the key to this stance was the pounce.
Because their Vision and Experience were at that level.
However, Little Sixteen, having only practiced martial arts for half a year, could instantly realize that the key to this stance was the pounce, which was truly remarkable.
“Watch my movement!” Zhou Qing demonstrated the Tiger Descends Mountain stance again, explaining:
“When you learned Wolf Fist, you should have learned about the Five Bows. This stance uses the Spine as the bow and the waist and hips as the string, compressing the bones, Muscles, and Fascia of the Body from head to toe into a giant Spring.”
“Inhaling is ‘storing’, it’s pressing the spring to its limit; exhaling is ‘releasing’. But when standing this stance, you only store and don’t release, always maintaining it at the verge of eruption…”
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A moment later, Chen Wujun, like a tiger, stared intently ahead, his hands formed into Tiger Claws and pointed diagonally downwards.
This time, he had learned his lesson and had a Crystal under his tongue beforehand.
“Strength rises from the ground, is stored in the back, and is released from the claws, channeling the Strength into the great bow of the Spine!”
“The inhalation should be short and deep, feeling all the Strength and breath being drawn in, compressed between the lower back and the abdomen.”
“The exhalation should be slow and subtle, maintaining oneself at the Limit.”
Zhou Qing’s words continuously entered his ears. After only five minutes of standing, Chen Wujun’s forehead was covered in a dense layer of sweat.
His Body was tensed to the extreme, he could even feel his Muscles trembling slightly from the tension. His thighs, hips, and lower back became increasingly sore and painful, as if his Muscles were being constantly torn and ripped.
Zhou Qing stood to the side, watching Chen Wujun’s Body tremble slightly.
He wanted to see how long Chen Wujun could last on his first try.
This stance demanded extremely high Willpower.
Even if a martial artist’s willpower was far superior to that of ordinary people, among all the disciples he had taught, only two had persisted for the duration of one incense stick on their first attempt.
At this moment, Chen Wujun was also gritting his teeth to endure.
Even when he first started practicing Knee Training, where his knees repeatedly became bloody and torn, only to gradually recover and then become bloody and torn again, with each knee lift feeling like a knife stabbing into the flesh of his knees, it was nowhere near as painful as this.
This was a dull ache and tearing sensation that seeped from his Bone Marrow and permeated his entire Body.
After an unknown amount of time, as Zhou Qing’s gaze shifted from scrutiny to admiration, Chen Wujun felt all the Strength in his Body integrate and become incredibly abundant, as if it could erupt at any moment.
Simultaneously, a primitive, violent, Bloodthirsty desire also surged within him.
He wanted to tear something apart, but could only endure it desperately.
Pain, bloodthirst, and endurance all crowded into his Body, causing him to let out low growls from his throat.
Like a fierce tiger confined in a cage, constantly pacing and growling restlessly.
Chen Wujun had long felt that his Body had reached its Limit, his Willpower on the verge of breaking at any moment. However, since Zhou Qing hadn’t said to stop, he gritted his teeth and maintained his sanity.
He wanted to Make a Name for Oneself; he wanted to get out of this foul-smelling Walled City.
He wanted to live in a Luxury House, drive a Luxury car, and marry a Female celebrity.
He wanted to be superior to others!
After an unknown amount of time.
“You can stop now!”
As this voice sounded, Chen Wujun’s remaining clarity allowed him to release the constantly tensed Strength, let out a roar, and then collapsed onto the ground, unable to move.
“One and a half incense sticks!” Zhou Qing nodded slightly, his eyes full of praise.
Previously, only two people had exceeded one incense stick when first practicing this stance, and only one had lasted for one and a half incense sticks.
That person was Sha Jiu.
Sha Jiu was not the most talented among his disciples, only considered upper-middle. However, Sha Jiu’s willpower was top-tier, and he was ruthless with himself.
As for Little Sixteen… in terms of both talent and willpower, he was the best among the disciples Zhou Qing had taken in.
What was especially rare was… he was also ruthless with himself.
“For Tiger Descends Mountain, you can practice this stance at most three times a week, otherwise, your Body won’t be able to recover.”
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“Hoo—hoo—” Chen Wujun lay on the ground, gasping for air. His Body was completely beyond his control.
He didn’t even bother when Zhou Qing left.
However, although his Body couldn’t move, his mind could still function.
“Old Bear Hugs Tree is about heavy, White Crane Explores Branch is about light, Tiger Descends Mountain is about hard, and Agile Ape Hangs from Beam should be about soft… Once heavy, light, hard, and soft are practiced, Kung Fu is practiced to completion…”
As he gradually regained control of his Body, Chen Wujun forced himself to get up and walked step by step to the Wooden Stake, punching it fiercely.
He had vented that surge of energy, but the primitive, ferocious, Bloodthirsty desire in his heart had not.
He desperately wanted to vent.
After punching the wooden stake for a long time, Chen Wujun still felt that the Bloodthirsty desire in his heart had not been fully released.
He put on his clothes, left the warehouse, and after returning to the Walled City, headed straight for the He Tu Martial Arts School.
This was his first time at the He Tu Martial Arts School.
The martial arts school occupied an area of four to five hundred square meters, spanning the first and second floors of a building.
The first floor was filled with a large amount of Equipment, with dozens of muscular Henchmen performing various exercises, dripping with sweat.
A young man, one meter ninety tall and weighing over three hundred jin, was lifting a 400-kilogram Barbell, with several people watching.
“Looking for someone or signing up?” Two youths behind the counter looked at Chen Wujun and asked after a glance.
“Where is Cun Bao?” Chen Wujun asked directly.
“Brother Jun?” A Henchman heard the name Cun Bao, turned to look, and immediately recognized Chen Wujun.
“Brother Cun Bao is on the second floor!”
Chen Wujun nodded and went directly up the Stairs to the second floor.
Hearing this name, the two youths behind the counter looked puzzled, then suddenly realized who this person was.
A New Henchman under Sha Jiu.
Most importantly, the gambling duel between Sha Jiu and Wen Long had been the talk of the town these past few days.
The second floor had a total of four boxing rings, with a large number of Sandbags, Wooden Stakes, and various unfamiliar Equipment around them.
Currently, three of the four boxing rings had people fighting in them.
Chen Wujun glanced around and found that these people were all using a modern Combat technique, with a style somewhat similar to the Purple Cold Steel Combat technique that Wei practiced, but it was simpler than Cold Steel Combat.
Seeing people sparring in the Arena, Chen Wujun’s Bloodthirsty desire grew stronger, his eyes filled with eagerness.
