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Chapter 144: Guidance (Please Subscribe, Favorite, and Vote for Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 144: Chapter 144: Guidance (Please Subscribe, Favorite, and Vote for Monthly Ticket)

"Our family’s heirloom fist technique is called the Five Beasts Fist, which originated from our ancestors’ imitation of five animals—the tiger, leopard, snake, monkey, and bear—capturing their shapes and grasping their essences."

The student in practice clothes stood in the rain, performing an initial stance.

"Tiger’s Might."

He slowly raised his hand, using his waist to generate power, transferring energy to his hand. In an instant, he threw a punch as though a ferocious tiger was descending a mountain, creating a whistling wind sound, and the scattered raindrops splashed into groups of water droplets.

"Leopard’s Speed."

Two punches were thrown in quick succession, as fast as phantoms, leaving behind only the splash of water droplets.

"Snake’s Softness."

The swift fist technique gradually slowed down, his arms winding and changing like a nimble snake.

"Monkey’s Agility."

The soft fist technique began to incorporate a surge of power, and the student’s entire body moved along with his fists, vigilant and responsive, just like an agile monkey.

"Bear’s Strength."

This agile monkey-like speed slowed down, and then he seemed to get close to an enemy, his center of gravity lowered, using the force of his waist, hips, shoulders, elbows, and hands together, channeling all of his body’s power into one point, striking at the void, causing the entire expanse of rainwater to scatter into a pervasive mist.

"Sir, this is my Five Beasts Fist."

The student ceased his movements, took a deep breath while looking up, and looked toward He Ao.

He had learned this fist technique from childhood and had practiced it to perfection. After performing the sequence, a confidence naturally rose within him.

He Ao, looking at the student’s somewhat excited expression, calmly said, "Do it again."

"Oh, alright."

The student was momentarily startled, but obediently raised his hands, ready to go through the motions once more.

However, just as he was about to begin, he heard He Ao’s voice, "Raise your hand by one centimeter, don’t move your wrist."

The student didn’t understand the reason but complied anyway, and for some reason, following He Ao’s instructions, he felt his body become a bit lighter.

The heirloom fist technique, which he thought he had perfected, now seemed to have many flaws.

It was like a frog leaping out of a well to see the vast sky.

"Focus," a soft command snapped the student out of his reverie. He Ao glanced at him and continued, "Next move, shift your elbow half a centimeter to the right."

With He Ao guiding and correcting each movement, the form of the fist technique gradually changed.

Feng Ling held the umbrella and watched the student’s actions. She didn’t know much about fist techniques, but she could clearly feel that her friend’s movements were becoming more natural bit by bit.

If previously the student’s movements clearly conveyed the power inherent in the fist technique, after being corrected by the ’mercenary,’ his actions became as if... as if...

Feng Ling thought for a moment, and a term emerged in her mind.

’Natural’

Yes, natural.

Before, the student’s fist technique clearly showed that it was a person throwing punches, a person imitating animals, but now his technique seemed as though it should naturally be that way, that the movements of these animals should naturally be like this. He wasn’t imitating; he himself seemed to have become another fierce tiger, another hunting leopard.

From nature, back to nature.

At this moment, only one thought filled Feng Ling’s mind.

Good heavens, have we really come across a peerless master?!

She even began to fantasize if underneath He Ao’s paper bag was an elder with white hair and eyebrows, a youthful appearance despite old age.

A peerless master with a young voice?

Reverting to youth is also quite reasonable, right?

While Feng Ling’s thoughts ran wild, He Ao had already corrected the young man’s original movements.

He Ao didn’t understand the Five Beasts Fist, but he had "Qi" in his body. With the enhancement of "Qi," he could easily see the energy paths within the young man’s body when he performed his punches, allowing him to observe where the energy experienced delays and blockages during martial arts practice.

The energy circuits bestowed by Talent Sequences tend to be more perfect; they are directly implanted into the human body with the arrival of Talent Sequences.

Martial Arts, however, are different, being a form of cultivation developed by oneself. Since everything starts from zero, there is bound to be some detours.

In fact, without a teacher already endowed with "Qi," the vast majority of people are inevitably going to take these detours.

When Regit first practiced martial arts, he also took many detours due to the wrong direction; managing to bring Body Tempering Technique to the limit was a combination of luck and talent.

Without He Ao’s guidance, the young man in practice clothes might have to spend years or even decades to discover the flaws in his fist technique and then even more time to correct them, or perhaps he would never be able to correct them.

The young man in practice clothes clearly understood this and after performing a set of punches, he felt much more relaxed, seeing a path forward where he had previously encountered limits.

This inevitably made him a bit excited.

"Do it again, just like I told you,"

He Ao said calmly.

The young man quickly calmed his mind and started punching again.

At that moment, Feng Ling cautiously approached,

"Elder, can you tell if I have a talent for martial arts, am I that one-in-a-century martial arts prodigy?"

He Ao glanced at her, "No."

Feng Ling: ...

This time while punching, the young man gradually became familiar with incorporating and adapting changes instructed by He Ao. His movements were initially awkward but slowly became smoother.

When he finished this round, he excitedly looked at He Ao, "Thank you for your instruction, sir. May I ask you to take me as your student?"

He Ao glanced at him, shook the water droplets off the umbrella, and turned to leave.

Seeing this, the young man promptly slid to his knees in front of He Ao, knocking his head on the ground, "Please take me as your student."

The rain soaked through his clothes and hair.

Once a person has seen hope, they cannot bear to endure the days of darkness again, just like a drowning person seeing straw, they will fight desperately to grasp it.

"Sir, sir, please teach me,"

The young man knelt on the ground, becoming somewhat incoherent, "I am willing to labor like a dog or horse in front of you, toiling tirelessly without complaint."

He Ao turned slightly, ready to walk around the young man.

The young man quickly moved his body, blocking his path, his face full of urgency, tears mixing with the rain, "Sir..."

Feng Ling also sensed that this moment might be crucial for her friend. She threw her umbrella aside and knelt in front of He Ao as well,

"Elder, although my friend here might be a bit simple and naive, he learns very quickly. He has been quick to pick up any martial arts since he was young, and he’s a simple and honest person, a real martial arts fool. He would surely do nothing to disgrace your name. If you tell him to go east, he will not dare to go west; if you tell him to go west, he will not dare to go east. Please accept him."

He Ao calmly watched the two of them in the curtain of rain.

After a short pause, he said softly, "Get up."

The young man was startled, thinking that He Ao was going to continue sending him away, and quickly said, "Sir..."

"Leave a phone number, get up,"

He Ao repeated calmly.

The young man was immediately stunned, "Sir, is this?"

Feng Ling quickly understood, she pulled out a notebook and a pen from her small bag, swiftly writing down a phone number in the rain. Tearing out the page, she handed it to He Ao,

"Sir, here’s the phone number."