novellaaa Chapter 15 The Storm Begins
Chapter 15 The Storm Begins
Fu Que could only acquiesce to Sun Shun's own speculation about why he knew grappling techniques.
Sun Shun thought that Fu Que knew how to use grappling techniques because his uncle Hu Liangyu had given him special training after he broke through his bone barrier. But that was not the case. The only reason Fu Que knew grappling techniques was because of Master He, who had been beaten into a pulp.
What was extracted from Master He was the essence of sketching, not the kind of direct addition that Fu Que imagined, like the addition of points to the ink of sinful clouds.
The method of using this method of copying the essence of sketching is to consume a certain amount of essence to allow Fu Que to enter a state of serendipitous inspiration, thereby deepening his impression of the sketch. As for how much he can comprehend, that depends entirely on Fu Que himself.
Even though the original owner was just going through the motions, he had practiced basic boxing techniques for several years, and with the addition of copying and sketching the 3324 sword technique, Fu Que actually already had a certain foundation in martial arts moves.
Otherwise, even with the slowing effect of the Real World's stagnation, Fu Que could not have basically replicated the Crane Fist just by watching Master He perform it, let alone used the same method against him.
You have used three points of Sketching Essence, leaving you with nine points.
He then used the essence of three-point sketching. Fu Que felt a slight electric shock in his mind. The battle with Master He was still vivid in his mind. His hands, which were hanging down, moved slightly involuntarily, and the muscles under his training clothes rippled like flowing water.
"Come!"
Seemingly sensing the excitement in Fu Que's eyes, Sun Shun twisted his neck, his bones making a crisp sound, like a tiger shaking its shoulders: "You're in luck today, kid. I'll be your punching bag."
After saying that, he stood still, using stillness to control movement.
"Thank you, Instructor Sun."
Fu Que licked his lips. This was indeed a stroke of luck. When he was suppressed by Hu Liangyu before, the people he sparred with were either young men preparing for the Tiger Riders or criminals who were attacked in the dark.
Sparring with the young men preparing to become Tiger Riders has no training effect, and when Fu Que ambushes the guilty in the dark, he always goes all out, so there's no question of training for him.
Fu Que said no more. Centering on Sun Shun, he strode across the sandy field of the training ground. Suddenly, he charged at Sun Shun, who was standing still.
His fist was like a heavy hammer, aimed straight at Sun Shun's face.
During his fight with Fu Que, Sun Shun even had the energy to spare, feeding Fu Que moves while also instructing the young Tiger Riders on the sidelines.
From how to receive a straight punch, to how to determine if it is a feint, how to deal with a feint, and how to deal with a non-feint, to the counter-attack and strategic maneuvering.
After several dozen breaths, the two fought back and forth. In terms of offense and defense, Fu Que was on the offensive most of the time, while Sun Shun was only passively receiving Fu Que's mercury-like attacks.
He would only occasionally counterattack when explaining to the young Tiger Riders, but even these occasional counterattacks would precisely strike at the point where Fu Que's momentum faltered, turning his continuous fist attacks into nothing.
When the enemy attacks, how should you dodge, how should you counterattack, or how should you use feints to outmaneuver them?
Fu Que was completely focused, memorizing every word of Sun Shun's guidance. The essence of sketching he extracted from Master He could only be used for ten breaths each time, and soon, that essence was exhausted.
Seeing that Fu Que's attacks were becoming increasingly swift and skillful under his guidance, Sun Shun was very satisfied and explained things in even more detail.
But as the essence of copying sketches was exhausted, Fu Que also completely withdrew from that state of serendipitous inspiration.
Fu Que threw another punch, seemingly aiming for Sun Shun's right rib, but it was a feint. He retreated several steps before clasping his hands in a salute.
"Thank you for your guidance, Instructor Sun."
Fu Que wiped the sweat from his face and said sincerely.
"Not playing anymore?"
Seeing this, Sun Shun also put down his hand and asked. His condition was much better than Fu Que's; he hadn't even broken a sweat.
"That's enough for today. We've already learned enough. Don't bite off more than you can chew. Let the students digest what they've learned today before they come back to ask Instructor Sun for further guidance."
Fu Que shook his head.
That's the truth. Although the two fought for a very short time, the life-or-death battle between Fu Que and Master He was actually even shorter.
Besides long-term, meticulous practice, the most important thing for progress in martial arts is sparring.
"Alright, in the path of martial arts, there really are no shortcuts other than perseverance like water dripping on stone. You should rest and comprehend it for a while."
Sun Shun withdrew his gaze from Fu Que and looked around at the prospective Tiger Cavalry on the training ground:
"Did you see that clearly? The so-called basic boxing techniques are to familiarize you with the changes in your body's power, as well as the coordination between footwork and eyesight."
But when you're actually facing an enemy, all of these things need to become instinctive. You should be considering the opponent's strength, footwork, and the coordination of their eyesight.
As you just saw, no matter which direction Fu Que attacked from, I was able to accurately intercept him and react in time.
The young Tiger Riders, preparing for battle, reflected on the offensive and defensive maneuvers of Sun Shun and Fu Que, all looking thoughtful.
Out of the corner of his eye, Sun Shun saw a man in black waiting for him at the edge of the training ground, and he spoke a few words of encouragement.
He concluded by saying, "Joining the Tiger Riders is only the first step. More importantly, after becoming a Tiger Rider, how do you survive the endless battles and struggles against demons and monsters?"
Now, all of you, get to practice!
"yes!"
The young Tiger Riders responded in unison.
Just as Fu Que was about to sit down and digest the experience brought to him by the essence of the Minghe Fist's sketching techniques, he saw Liu Yu walk over with a strange smile on his face.
"You're grinning like you just ate Miss Liu's steamed buns. What's wrong? You're so happy you didn't get a beating?"
Fu Que asked.
"No, no, it's like this, it's like this."
Liu Yu shook his head and recounted his bet with the five prospective Tiger Rider youths, then chuckled wickedly:
"I've found you five adopted sons, shouldn't you buy me a drink? I won't even bother with Miss Liu's steamed buns, how about something a little less nice?"
Fu Que glanced at the five dejected teenagers not far away, his gaze sweeping over their faces. After a moment of reflection, his brows furrowed slightly.
"What's wrong?"
Seeing that Fu Que didn't look happy, Liu Yu assumed it was because the five teenagers had joked about his father's death in battle, and tried to comfort him:
"Practicing martial arts is expensive. They just want to earn some money. They don't mean any harm. They'll just kowtow to you a few times and that's it. There's no need to be angry."
"It's the truth, why should I be angry?"
Fu Que shook his head, remained silent for a while, and then said, "I'll find you an opportunity; whether you can seize it is up to you."
"what?"
Liu Yu was puzzled.
On the other side, at the entrance to the drill ground.
"I'm with the kids, what do you need me for?"
Sun Shun beckoned to the men in black at the entrance of the training ground.
"Is this how you raise children? When fighting, you should only have one thought in mind: how to defeat and kill your opponent in the fastest, most ruthless, and most direct way. That's the law of survival."
The man in black chuckled mockingly, "What's the point of spouting a bunch of nonsense?"