Capítulo 3: First Level of Body Tempering
Editor: Atlas Studios
Only when his muscles were about to lose their strength did Wang Yu come to a stop silently.
Fighting the ache, he went back to rest as his limbs were weak.
After that, Wang Yu stayed in the courtyard to train for a week.
His performance was the best among all the temporary disciples. Even Sun Chengshan, who occasionally appears, would give Wang Yu some pointers from time to time when he was in a good mood.
On the eighth day, Wang Yu arrived early as usual.
The morning practice was the most effective during the day. It was considered the prime time for boxing practice. He could not let the time slip away.
+1
+1
+1
…
Wang Yu was already used to the number "+1" popping up on his fists.
So far, after practicing the basic style, he had been able to hit 42 numbers, much more than at the beginning.
Soon, the set of moves was done. Wang Yu was not yet satisfied and followed seamlessly with the second round of punches.
This time, everything suddenly felt different.
In the past, he had always followed the established moves. No matter how standard his movements were, they still seemed a little stiff and rigid.
It was like a set of formulaic calculations in mathematics.
But this time he suddenly felt different.
With some understanding in his heart, his punches became smoother. Every step and punch seemed to be so natural as if he had designed it himself.
No longer rigid but much more natural.
Pop, pop, pop …
The joints in his body emitted crisp sounds as if the I
After this round, Wang Yu had no choice but to stop.
By now, he was sweating profusely. His skin was flushed, and his muscles twitched from time to time.
"It's not the same now!"
Wang Yu looked a little confused as he muttered to himself.
Normally, two sets of moves were not enough to make him sweat so much.
There was also quite some dirt in the sweat. They seeped out of his pores like mud, accompanied by an unusual odor that made him frown.
He immediately went to the bathroom to take a shower.
Name: Wang Yu
Race: Human
Cultivation: Body Tempering Level One
Martial Arts Cultivation Method: Shadowless Fist - Basic Fist Style +1
"He's already at the first level of Body Tempering?"
After washing up, Wang Yu looked at his personal interface in surprise.
According to Song Hezheng, practicing martial arts was a painstaking process. It was not something that could be accomplished overnight.
Becoming a top expert overnight was something that only existed in storybooks.
Sun Chengshan gave each temporary disciple three months to train their first level of Body Tempering.
It meant that three months was the deadline for passing.
As for him, it had only been eight days. To be exact, it was slightly more than seven days.
He was not sure if this progress was too quick. Perhaps only talented martial arts geniuses could do it.
However, Wang Yu was certain that his aptitude was not that of a genius.
With mediocre aptitude and ordinary martial arts comprehension, this body was only that of an ordinary person.
The only explanation was that the interface in his mind had worked, allowing him to reach this step.
In fact, he had basically figured out the real function of the interface over the past few days.
That was to increase the proficiency of the martial arts techniques that could be cultivated.
The ordinary daily practice could steadily increase the proficiency of the basic styles of the Shadowless Fist.
This kind of improvement was almost regardless of one's comprehension and aptitude limitations. As long as Wang Yu was serious and focused, he could achieve the effect of improvement.
Wang Yu accumulated enough knowledge over the past eight days and finally completed the qualitative change today.
The basic fist technique on the interface had been upgraded by one level. In essence, he had officially reached the first level of the Shadowless Fist.
This allowed his physique to undergo a round of tempering and reach the first level of Body Tempering.
After changing his clothes, Wang Yu began to feel the state of his body after reaching the first level of Body Tempering.
It was obvious that the muscles all over his body had grown bigger and become quite firm. He was very different from when he first entered the sect.
Part of this was the foundation of his eight days of hard work, but most of it was the qualitative change after breaking through to the first level of Body Tempering.
What followed was a series of increases in strength and speed.
At this moment, Wang Yu's punch was really quite lethal.
Should I tell Master now? Wang Yu wondered.
He was weighing the pros and cons.
If he told Master just like that, how would he and the others react? Was the progress he had shown normal? Would it cause suspicion and trouble?
All of these were what he had to consider.
However, if Wang Yu were to wait a month or two before he told them, he would not be able to obtain the subsequent training methods for the Shadowless Fist. It would be a waste of time.
The basic fist technique was only the first level of the Shadowless Fist, and the Body Tempering effect was only limited to the first level.
If Wang Yu wanted to go further, he had to obtain the following fist techniques.
With his concerns, he was about to return to the courtyard when he heard some shouts outside the door.
A few disciples of the Shadowless Fist Dojo rushed back with a severely injured disciple.
"What's going on?" Sun Chengshan, who was taking a nap in the room, had also heard the commotion and walked out.
A young male disciple who had just returned immediately said with an aggrieved expression, "Master, we were eating and drinking in the tavern today when we met Wei Yiming from the Wind's Aid Hall and Fang Shihao from the Tiger Killing Dojo."
They were rude to Junior Sister Liu in public and even injured Senior Brother Iron He!"
"What! That's too much!" When the disciples in the courtyard heard this, they immediately felt angry.
As disciples of the same dojo, they were bound together for good or ill.
In the crowd, Wang Yu also heard the whole story.
He also had an impression of Senior Brother Iron He who was lying on the ground.
He was usually a rather hardworking person. He was one of the earlier batch of disciples that Sun Chengshan had accepted when he came to this town. Now that he was at the second level of the Body Tempering, his status in the courtyard was quite high.
No one would expect him to be beaten up so badly outside today.
"Hezheng, take Iron He to the medical center. Ji Fei, and the rest of you, follow me!" Sun Chengshan looked displeased too.
He obviously could not let this matter pass. Otherwise, as their master, he could not be a role model for his disciples.
"Yes, Master." Ji Fei stepped forward and nodded.
He was nearly 1.9 meters tall, but he didn't look muscular. He was on the thin side and only had a pair of wide shoulders, making him look huge.
He was a disciple whose strength and status were second only to Song Hezheng.
He had already cultivated to the third level of the Body Tempering, and his Shadowless Fist was quite similar to Sun Chengshan's.
With a few disciples, Sun Chengshan quickly left the dojo early in the morning and headed towards Wind's Aid Hall.
Song Hezheng hurried to the medical center with Iron He, who had already fainted from his serious injuries.
All that was left was a pool of blood on the ground.
"It's not the first time that Wind's Aid Hall has picked on our dojo. The last time I was on a mission, I was also disrupted by the disciples of Wind's Aid Hall!"
"Sigh, it can't be helped. Master has only been in town for three years. After all, we're considered a new martial arts dojo. There's nothing we can do about the ostracization of those old martial arts schools.
"This is nothing. Earlier, a few senior brothers were beaten to death by them! How can we not be angry!"
An old disciple who had more experience sighed.
"Does the patrol team not care?" A temporary disciple's heart trembled when he heard that someone had been killed.
"Come on, don't you know the situation here? It's beyond the reach of the higher-ups. Those patrols can't be bothered with the matters between our martial arts dojos."
"Then, is Master…"
"Master is at the fifth level of Body Tempering. What can happen to him? Don't worry!"
"…"
Wang Yu's eyes flickered as he turned around and left. He would not practice in the courtyard for the time being.
The decision was made.
"It seems that the strength of the first level of the Body Tempering is still not guaranteed for safety. I can't waste time. I have to obtain the Shadowless Fist's higher training methods as soon as possible!"
The world was even rougher and more dangerous than he'd thought.
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