Yuan Zhi changed the subject: "This Yan Chuan has been on record for some time, his strength has been average all along, but ten days ago, he surprisingly defeated an elite member of the Seven Star Boxing Club of Guangling Academy named 'Cui Lanxin', his strength has improved a lot!"
"Indeed, he has improved."
"Furthermore, in recent years, the Iron Wire Martial Arts Hall has somehow recruited many farming skill practitioners, their martial arts are not considered strong, but they have large numbers, are basic, and practical. If we could bring them into the Military Suppression Department and train the dozens of soldiers under us, even the former 'Guangling Ten Tigers', now the 'Guangling Ten Outstanding', would be confused under attack and could only surrender."
Yang Bing also knew a lot about Iron Wire Martial Arts Hall, and was well-versed in the newly emerged 'Absolute Skills' in the hall recently, feeling envious.
"Brother Yang is too simplistic." Yuan Zhi laughed: "Those martial arts win in simplicity, but also lose in it, it takes at least ten years or eight to make some achievement, where do we have so much time and energy to train?"
Everyone knows the reasoning—
Just needing a hundred strong, vigorous practitioners can threaten former grandmasters like Cheng Fengxiao and new faction heroes like Tu Tiannan.
But whether starting from scratch to train so many practitioners or recruiting them with funds and resources is not easy.
Even the Military Suppression Department can only absorb a limited number of practitioners.
To besiege a grandmaster?
This situation is rare.
The two were chatting, Che Zheng was still watching, suddenly raised his voice: "Stop the idle talk, come quickly to see!"
Yuan Zhi and Yang Bing responded by taking out a low-end single-barrel thousand-mile mirror, looking towards Iron Wire Martial Arts Hall—
Iron Wire Martial Arts Hall.
This early morning, disciples who had completed their training kept arriving.
"Little Chuan, still not married yet!"
These people, the younger ones were similar in age to Jin Yutang, in their early twenties, but most were around thirty years, older than Yan Chuan.
As they arrived, most walked with dragon walk tiger steps, clearly were practitioners.
But there were also those with big bellies, sagging and loose, evidently having a good life, unwilling to endure hardship, and having already slackened in their martial arts.
Even though everyone wore simple short outfits, from their demeanor and spirit, it could still be seen who had a good life and who had a hard life after completing their training.
But regardless of wealth or poverty, each one was familiar with Yan Chuan, some respectful, some friendly, and others directly poking at the lung, inquiring about marriage.
"I have been accompanied by martial arts all my life, too busy to get married and have children."
Yan Chuan responded with a smile one by one.
Seeing each familiar face, seeing each acquaintance, his mood was good. In Guangling City, although he often saw many of these people, a large gathering like today hadn't happened in a long time, the last one was back in March last year, almost a year and a half ago.
Old friends gathered, the atmosphere was lively.
But Yan Chuan was in no rush to reminisce, he had a lot to do today, needing to pull a wave in advance: "Brothers, long time no see, let's put other things aside for now, while some can still move a little, let's first spar a few rounds. The martial arts hall hasn't been this lively in a long time, I ask you all to help boost the momentum."
"To be honest, what I miss most in these years is those days at the martial arts hall, every morning practicing horse stance and boxing with the brothers, carefree, unlike now, with a pile of upsetting things!"
"Getting old! Really can't fight anymore!"
"Ah Chuan, the trend cannot be resisted, you should also persuade the master, let go when it is time, with his martial arts achievements, he would have a place at Guangling Academy, no need to resist too much."
The venue was lively, some cheered, some sighed, and some pulled Yan Chuan aside for heartfelt advice.
Yan Chuan cleared his throat and said aloud: "First the boxing! Talk after sparring! Those who can't keep up later can leave early and go aside to catch up."
Iron Wire Martial Arts Hall, new and old disciples gathered, dozens were in rows, newbies practicing horse stance, the old ones sparring.
The long-lost shouts of martial arts practice echoed like a mountain.
Shattered the morning tranquility.
Yan Chuan at the front, from 'Twelve Bridge Hands' to 'Tiger Form Boxing', 'Crane Form Boxing', then to 'Gongzi Fuhu Fist', and 'Ten Forms Boxing', practiced one after another—
[Your 'Horse Stance' has improved, skill level +3]
[Your 'Twelve Bridge Hands' has improved, skill level +4]
[Your 'Tiger Form Boxing' has improved, skill level +3]
[Your 'Crane Form Boxing' has improved, skill level +2]
[Your 'Thousand Pounds Fall' has improved, skill level +2]
[Your 'Gongzi Fuhu Fist' has improved, skill level +6]
[Your 'Ten Forms Boxing' has improved, skill level +1]
One must say, the feedback from these old brothers was indeed intense, only after sparring twice, Yan Chuan had already reached the 'Experience' cap for the day, with rapid growth in skill level in many fist techniques, far faster than the drudgery of the past few days.
Pleasing to the heart—
"These people have delved into various fist techniques of the Cheng Family for many years, their insights, understanding, and thoughts are extraordinary, now they all feedback to me, dozens of seasoned practitioners, greatly benefiting me!"
'Experience' has reached the cap.
However, the 'skill level' of the fist technique can still be drained.
Therefore, Yan Chuan led these people to finish two rounds of sparring, then moved among the crowd, pointing one by one.
Fist technique improvement.
Yan Chuan was tireless, enjoying himself.
"Oh my! Can't do it anymore, twisted my back!"
"Exhausted, I'm gonna rest!"
"Can't fight! Can't fight anymore!"
Gradually, some people withdrew.
Fist techniques, martial arts, must be practiced consistently, not practicing for a day would make one rusty, not sparring for three days would lead to regression, those who can persist year after year without change are very few.
Once slacked off, regression happens too fast.
Yan Chuan didn't force those who couldn't persist, those who couldn't keep up just withdrew to the side for a chat.
He continued to guide those who could persevere—
"Junior Brother Wei, focus!"
Yan Chuan walked to Wei Wude, clearly sensing that while he was practicing 'Gongzi Fuhu Fist', he was distracted, hitting perfunctorily, his eyes wandering.
Seeing Yan Chuan coming over, Wei Wude withdrew his gaze, quietly thanking Yan Chuan: "Thank you, Senior Brother!"
The thanks and gratitude were not for Yan Chuan's reminder or guidance.
But for seeing Yan Chuan actually organizing a sparring session to better sift out those among the brothers who were still practicing martial arts and had real skills.
Wei Wude was truly touched.
Senior Brother doesn't say it out loud, but he really cares about his matters.
Yan Chuan pursed his lips, guessing where Wei Wude's gratitude came from.
A mistake with a right outcome.
Just let him stay moved.
Seeing Wei Wude's difficulty in concentrating, Yan Chuan was too lazy to waste time on him, turned around, and went on to guide others.
Among the thirty-plus disciples who completed their training today, some had slacked and regressed in martial arts, some were mediocre with little progress, but there were also those with decent talent and diligence, whose strength continued to grow even after completing their training.
For instance, thirty-four-year-old 'Liu Hengbo'—