Before long, on the stage, six people in a row, Wei Quan stretched his fists and feet. He hadn’t even exerted himself, and one by one, they were all defeated under his fists.
No frills, no difficulty!
Even Wei Quan himself was dazed: "I didn’t even use my strength, how did they all fall?"
"Practicing martial arts for three years, having such skills, truly remarkable."
"They say Master Yan can ’turn stone into gold,’ now it seems, indeed not bad."
Below the stage, a group squeezed forward, the leader jumped onto the stage, looked at Wei Quan, then at Yan Chuan, and introduced himself: "Guangling Academy, Character Gate Fist, Li Yijun, would like to ask Master Yan for guidance."
"Let my disciple have a good fight first, what do you say?"
Yan Chuan waved his hand, declining the challenge.
Wei Quan defeated six people in a row, and so far, there wasn’t one worth fighting with, not one that made Yan Chuan eager to instruct, so he had little interest in dueling with this Li Yijun.
It wasn’t that he looked down on them.
He did look down on them.
This Li Yijun, Yan Chuan knew, was an elder in the ’Character Gate Fist Society’ at Guangling Academy, whose strength couldn’t even compare to Zhong Hui or Lu Qing. With such strength, Yan Chuan wasn’t very interested.
It wouldn’t suffice to have Wei Quan go up either.
He smiled at Li Yijun and said: "The Character Gate Fist Society is full of talent, why not pick a few younger brothers to spar with my disciple?"
Li Yijun looked at Yan Chuan and nodded: "As you wish, Master Yan."
He turned his head to look at a group of junior members of the Character Gate Fist Society below the stage: "Anyone who has practiced boxing for three years, come up and have a go."
Before the words were finished.
Someone flipped onto the stage, clasped his fists toward Wei Quan: "Guangling Academy, Character Gate Fist, three-year student, Kao Pu!"
Wei Quan stifled a laugh, forcing himself to be serious.
A martial spirit arose in his heart, the fierce tiger once again charged out!
This time, Kao Pu was finally reliable, also having practiced martial arts for three years, he managed to hold his ground under Wei Quan’s hands for ten moves, an unprecedented feat.
"Send another one up!"
Li Yijun continued to send people up.
"No need to stick to three years, those with longer practice would do too." Wei Quan kindly reminded.
Winning too easily was really unsatisfying.
Come on, send someone who can actually fight!
Li Yijun’s face darkened, he glanced sideways, and personally called out: "Lai Xiaochuan, practicing martial arts for four years, get up here!"
Lai Xiaochuan lasted thirteen moves, then was defeated again!
"Xue Ying, practicing martial arts for five years."
Xue Ying was a woman, having trained for five years, she was someone who could fight, exchanging dozens of blows with Wei Quan without a clear winner.
Wei Quan felt his spirits lifted, suddenly feeling the pressure.
Yan Chuan also felt invigorated: "Finally, someone decent!"
But still not enough, still a bit inferior to Wei Quan.
Fifth Realm ’Copper Bridge Iron Horse’!
Third Realm ’Tiger Form Boxing’!
Wei Quan’s strength, even placed in Guangling Academy, among anyone below Research Students, was indeed not inferior.
’Tiger Form Boxing’ uses claws in hand shapes, emphasizing finger power, mainly short strikes and hard skills, with the upper body focusing on defending and closing off, attacking after defense, with tight movements. The lower body’s steps and techniques are known for steadiness.
Although Wei Quan hadn’t extensively studied ’Tiger Form Boxing,’ his Fifth Realm ’Horse Stance’ was the lower body of ’Tiger Form Boxing,’ and his Fifth Realm ’Twelve Bridge Hands’ was the upper body of ’Tiger Form Boxing.’
Seemingly at the Third Realm!
That was the overall grasp, but in terms of basic aspects like the upper body and lower body, he was genuinely at the Fifth Realm!
With this level of strength!
While he couldn’t beat third-level research students, he could still spar with ordinary fifth-level and fourth-level research students.
As for those not even research students, it was even easier.
Xue Ying was quite formidable.
But still not an opponent.
Yet Yan Chuan couldn’t wait—
"Character Gate Fist, said to be created from the ingenuity of eagle and serpent fighting. Character Gate Fist is a form of boxing that combines boxing practice with Qi cultivation, focusing on outer training hand, eye, body, form, step, and inner training essence, Qi, and spirit."
"Dragon Claws, Tiger Tail, Crab Bow Back, Wind Speed Yin, Beauty Waist; Ding Buding, Ba Bu Ba!"
"Character Gate Fist isn’t a hard fist, if you confront him with raw power, you’re making a mistake!"
"Loose neck, loose waist, relax your whole body, so every part can cooperate without hindrance."
"Excessive mental tension leads to physical tension, if your body isn’t relaxed, you can’t move gracefully and freely. How can you display the essence of Character Gate Fist then?"
"Front chest should be round, rib strength comprehensive!"
"Back should be round, the power pushes out the moves!"
"Golden Spear Hand, Mo Yuan’s Big Hand, Throwing Hand!"
"Square, Circular, Flat, Side, Swallowing and Floating!"
"Eyes like brass bells, hands like arrows!! Stare at him, throw out three hands, dismantle punches at close range!"
"Very good! Keep the rhythm, hammer him hard, don’t give him a chance to breathe!"
Yan Chuan’s voice was swift.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Even Li Yijun on the stage was confused by Yan Chuan, "Which side is this person on?"
But the most perplexed wasn’t others, it was Wei Quan.
He was fighting well, feeling the pressure yet still able to fight, still able to win.
But what did he encounter?
Wei Quan was initially delighted, thinking his master was finally going to reveal the prowess he showed at the beginning of the month at the Advanced Study Hall when instructing Che Qi and the senior apprentice brother, only this time, the protagonist had changed to him, becoming him being guided by the master.
Wei Quan was thrilled and prepared himself for the honor.
"Character Gate Fist?!"
I’m Cheng Family Boxing!
I’m your obedient disciple!
Wei Quan felt utterly wronged, seeing Xue Ying being guided by his master, her boxing becoming ever more exquisite, now pressuring him so much he couldn’t catch his breath.
He found a chance to turn his head and glance at Yan Chuan, his face full of grievance.
Is this being cuckolded on the spot?
"Your turn will come soon!"
"Xue Ying, keep attacking!"
"Float like clouds leaving a mountain, sink like stones thrown into a river."
"Remember the rhythm earlier, continue the rhythm from before, float gracefully, sink swiftly. As long as you achieve this, in Character Gate Fist, you’ve truly entered the door!"
Yan Chuan’s guidance to Xue Ying ended here.
Xue Ying felt as if joy had descended from the heavens!
Tiger Crane Double Forms?
Someone , of course she had heard of, including Yan Chuan’s Advanced Study Hall, even among the Character Gate Fist Society there were disciples who secretly went to learn.
Xue Ying had been learning boxing for five years, never getting the knack of it, having difficulty entering the realm of teaching, under the observation of professors, failing to qualify as a Research Student.
She originally also wanted to try Yan Chuan’s Advanced Study Hall.
But she had no money, and could only sigh in longing.
Originally she came just to join the fun with a group of seniors and juniors from the Character Gate Fist Society, not expecting to encounter such an opportunity, to be guided so earnestly by Yan Chuan.
Xue Ying at that moment thought of nothing else, only listened intently to Yan Chuan’s guidance, trying to absorb every word.
In the past, she also listened this way, but it was always chaotic, always confused, always couldn’t understand, often needing to put in extra effort, extra hard work, to catch up with the current progress.
Yan Chuan’s voice was swift, yet like a spring breeze, each word was extremely clear, sinking into her ears and allowing her to understand with ease.
This feeling, too comfortable!
Things she didn’t understand before, now the spring breeze and rain quickly brought understanding.
Her martial arts skills surged instantly.
Fully immersed in it.
Driving Wei Quan back.
Even the sound of Yan Chuan’s voice disappearing at her ears, when did it turn to expound ’Tiger Form Boxing,’ Xue Ying didn’t notice.
She fought against Wei Quan—
Then thoroughly enjoying.
And then struggling again.
Once she came back to her senses, she realized that Yan Chuan had no longer been guiding her but had turned to instruct Wei Quan.
With a roar, Wei Quan’s fists came crashing down, Xue Ying only felt a shock in her spirit, unable to resist, retreating a few steps, feeling pain in her abdomen.
Xue Ying retreated to stand still, smiled sweetly at Wei Quan and said: "I lost!"
She cupped her fists towards Yan Chuan and solemnly bowed: "Xue Ying thanks Master Yan for his guidance!"
"Train hard in boxing, you are quite good."
Yan Chuan politely praised her a couple of times.
Xue Ying was overjoyed, bowed again, then left the stage.