His leg motion, it should draw strength ... It’s faster, but it seems something is still wrong... Is there a problem with the posture in the latter part? ...
Lu Yuan followed his memories from the mental battle with the middle-aged man, mimicking the impressive move sequences he recalled.
He continuously imitated, constantly practiced, and constantly revised. It feels like my kicks are getting faster. Each execution is becoming sharper, the power greater...
He wasn’t sure how much time had passed.
Lu Yuan gasped for air, his chest heaving rapidly as he gradually emerged from the [Absolute Focus] state.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, his first instinct was to check his Character Panel.
Basic Leg Skill Lv. 4 (160/800)
Lu Yuan was shocked for a moment, then delighted. He remembered his Basic Leg Skill at Lv. 4 only had fifty Experience Points yesterday, and now it was already at one hundred and sixty.
I gained over a hundred Experience Points from this one practice session?!
Progress is indeed fast when there’s a benchmark to practice against, and those few actual fights were also crucial. Nothing beats getting beaten up at close range for a clear and straightforward lesson.
Lu Yuan attempted a kick.
Even after a long period of practice, which had consumed a lot of stamina and left his leg muscles feeling somewhat numb and sluggish, this kick still produced a faint whistling sound as it cut through the air, and its speed was noticeably faster than before.
This is the right direction. A satisfied smile spread across Lu Yuan’s face. Now I just need to keep working hard this way.
Lu Yuan checked the increase in his Profession Experience again; it had risen by about 10 points. So, this practice session lasted about an hour.
Just as he was about to ask Liu Yue the time, he turned his head and discovered most people in the training room were looking at him, their expressions somewhat strange.
Admiration was written all over the face of Liu Yue, who was beside him.
"Lu Yuan, you’re really amazing!" Liu Yue’s round face flushed slightly, her eyes sparkling behind her glasses as she exclaimed excitedly, "Your kicks just now were so cool!"
"Er..." Lu Yuan was startled for a moment before he realized.
So, his Leg Skill practice had "awed" these people. Thinking about it, the combat Leg Skill I learned from the middle-aged man was honed in actual combat; its moves are fierce. With 11 points of Strength, if I exert force correctly, my kicks can even generate a gust of wind. No wonder these novice Martial Arts students, who were just slacking off in the basic class, are so amazed.
A bespectacled man in his thirties approached with a smile, holding a cellphone. "Young man, your Leg Skill practice is really good. Let’s add each other on social media and chat when we have time."
"Sorry, I didn’t bring my phone."
Lu Yuan’s single sentence left the bespectacled man looking embarrassed as he retreated. Lu Yuan then asked Liu Yue, "How long did I practice?"
"One hour and seven minutes," Liu Yue answered without hesitation.
Lu Yuan asked her the time practically every class, so she had developed a habit of timing him.
About what I estimated.
Lu Yuan then wondered, "Didn’t Coach Lin come?"
"He came, peeked in from the door, told us to practice by ourselves, and then left. You were training, so you probably didn’t see him."
Looks like Lin Zhiquin is skipping this class again. Even Lu Yuan, despite his good temper, couldn’t help but feel a little resentful towards a coach with Lin Zhiquin’s attitude. However... Lin Zhiquin’s absence from class is the perfect opportunity for me to do something else.
Thinking of this, Lu Yuan instructed Liu Yue, "If Coach Lin shows up, tell him I have something to do and I’m taking half a class off."
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Just as Lu Yuan reached the door, she suddenly remembered something and shouted at his retreating figure, "Water! You haven’t had any water yet! Lu Yuan..."
Unfortunately, Lu Yuan’s figure disappeared in a flash. Liu Yue held the vitamin energy drink she had prepared beforehand—one she had specially chosen before coming—and gazed towards the doorway, pouting with a hint of disappointment.
Lu Yuan left the training room and arrived in the main hall of the Origin Martial Arts Hall.
He scanned the area and his gaze quickly locked onto one person.
It was a young woman, probably in her early twenties. She wore a blue T-shirt with ’Origin Martial Arts Hall’ printed on it, and a work badge hung around her neck.
Actually, there were quite a few people like her in the martial arts hall, mainly working as receptionists and guides. Most of them were recruited from nearby universities, and the majority were female students.
"Hello, could you tell me where the Fist Strength Machine is?" Lu Yuan asked.
When he walked over, the young woman had been intently watching a few male students training in the strength area, and his question startled her.
"The... the Fist Strength Machine..." The young woman’s face reddened noticeably, and she quickly pointed in one direction. "Go straight this way, then it’s to the left... Actually, never mind, I’ll take you there."
The young woman quickly led Lu Yuan to a spacious room filled with various training equipment. This was also a training room, but it looked much more advanced than those in the main hall.
"This is our advanced students’ training area, and the Fist Strength Machine is over there. You can wait until they’re done using it..." the young woman whispered to Lu Yuan, pointing to an object that resembled a large, freestanding punching bag, as if what she was suggesting was against the rules.
"Thank you," Lu Yuan said, then walked into the training room.
Three or four young men and women were gathered around the Fist Strength Machine.
"Amazing, Ming Yu! That punch is good enough for the Fourth Level!"
"Heh, you think I train every day for nothing?"
"Let me try! Quick, let me try!"
The group chatted and laughed casually. They glanced at Lu Yuan when he entered but quickly ignored him.
For Advanced Students Only. Seeing the sign on the wall, Lu Yuan finally understood why the young woman had spoken to him so quietly.
Advanced student? Isn’t Cheng Peng an advanced student? If anyone asks, I’ll just say I’m Cheng Peng.
Without any sense of guilt, Lu Yuan took the opportunity while the others were using the Fist Strength Machine to look around.
He noticed that the training equipment here was indeed diverse. There were devices designed to train arm strength, wrist strength, and finger strength. Some, Lu Yuan couldn’t even figure out how to use.
A large LCD TV, over one hundred inches, hung on the wall in the center of the room. The screen was playing tutorial videos on Basic Fist Skill, Basic Leg Skill, and basic movement techniques on a loop.
After looking around, Lu Yuan stopped at a bench press. He tried it and found that even after increasing the weight to 130 kilograms, he still felt he had strength to spare.
A huge wave of relief washed over him.
Generally speaking, Fist Strength tends to be higher than bench press strength. The former emphasizes instantaneous explosive power, while the latter focuses more on sustained power output. Comparatively, I feel the latter is a more suitable standard for measuring an individual’s raw strength. This is because Fist Strength relies too much on technique. An ordinary person who doesn’t know how to throw a punch and an experienced boxer, even with the same amount of raw strength, could produce vastly different Fist Strength values. A normal adult male with 9 points of Strength can typically bench press around 60 kilograms. I’ve already exceeded that by more than double. This 2-point difference in Strength is greater than I imagined!
Just as Lu Yuan was about to see where his limit lay, the group of young men and women who had been around the Fist Strength Machine finished and began to walk towards him.
His eyes flickered. He quickly stood up and walked straight towards the Fist Strength Machine.