Gou Zai Xianwu Chaos World, Physical Sainthood

Chapter 20: Minor Success in Stance Training, Early Stage of Internal Strength Refinement

The morning passed quickly.

On the training ground of Changfeng Escort Agency.

Even at lunchtime, no one left.

Some were practicing stance training in a loose and uncoordinated manner.

Some were chatting quietly in small groups.

Everyone seemed distracted, glancing towards the inner courtyard every now and then.

"Hey, it's out, it's out."

Someone shouted first, and then everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the figure walking out from the inner courtyard.

"..."

"Lu Cheng? Are you really Lu Cheng?"

The chubby boy stared wide-eyed, asking Lu Cheng in disbelief.

The person in front of me has clearly not changed at all.

But after what happened this morning, and hearing that Lu Cheng had single-handedly taken down two gang thugs.

The chubby boy still felt that Lu Cheng was different from yesterday.

Lu Cheng turned around, stretched out his arm, and smiled:

"What, do you want to touch it to see if it's warm?"

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey." The chubby boy was only surprised for a moment. When he heard Lu Cheng say that, he spat three times. "What are you saying? That's really bad luck."

"The competition will be held in three months. You must avoid saying such things again."

Lu Cheng smiled:

"Okay, we'll listen to our Fatty, pshaw pshaw pshaw."

The Hu brothers stood to the side, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

Upon seeing this, Lu Cheng simply recounted everything in detail.

From the time Lu Zhongyou was maliciously pressured to lower prices by You Lancang until yesterday when he met the young leader of the Fish Gang at the restaurant.

Of course, the events of luring and killing You Lancang on the river and launching a night raid on Liu Daozi and others were omitted.

Despite this, the six people still found it unbelievable.

"What about the competition three months from now? Are you confident?"

After listening to Lu Cheng's story, the skinny guy asked the question that everyone thought was crucial.

"A duel?"

Lu Cheng took a deep breath and scanned his mind.

A black figure moved up and down, its claws like hooks.

Seven Strikes of the Black Eagle

[Rank: Mid-grade Human Rank]

[Level: Beginner (3/200)]

[The martial arts techniques accompanying the Changfeng Escort Agency's "Mysterious Eagle Skill" consist of seven consecutive strikes, like an eagle soaring through the sky. Each strike is based on stance training, with shoulders relaxed and elbows dropped, fingers like hooks, and waist and stance in perfect harmony, each move aimed at the enemy's vital points.]

Lu Cheng's lips curled into a slight smile, which quickly faded.

"Who knows the final outcome until we actually take action?"

……

Four days later, at 5:30 AM.

The training ground of Changfeng Escort Agency.

Zhuang Xing looked at Lu Cheng as he slowly approached, a hint of disdain and schadenfreude flashing in his eyes.

On the surface, however, he put on a look of disappointment and frustration:

"Lu Cheng, wait a moment."

Hearing the sound, Lu Cheng stopped and looked at his fellow disciple who had fainted from exhaustion during practice, asking in confusion:

"What's wrong? Is something the matter?"

Zhuang Xing was angry when he saw Lu Cheng's expression:

"I wasn't tired, it was... it was because I progressed too quickly and my body couldn't adapt to the changes brought about by the increase in strength."

Lu Cheng nodded:

"oh."

What does this have to do with me?

For the past four days, Lu Cheng has set aside an hour each morning and evening to practice the "Seven Strikes of the Mysterious Eagle" at Feng Zhan's academy.

This martial art truly lives up to its mid-level human rank; even after four days of arduous practice, I've only managed to solidify my initial understanding.

My proficiency level increased from 3 to 42.

He was already able to correctly execute all seven martial arts techniques.

Despite Feng Zhan's repeated boasts about Lu Cheng's rapid progress.

But Lu Cheng was not satisfied.

I've only just started learning; I'm still a long way from being able to fight an enemy.

Moreover, at this rate, it would be difficult to reach perfection even after three months.

Having gained experience from the [Spear Fishing Technique], Lu Cheng knew that the effects of mastering any skill to perfection would be vastly different.

And their martial arts skills are probably even more advanced.

However, because time was devoted to martial arts skills, less time was available for practicing stance training.

The Black Eagle Stake, which should have been completed yesterday, will have to be delayed until today.

Just as they were about to walk towards the plum blossom stakes, Zhuang Xing spoke again.

His tone was full of inexplicable preaching:

"Lu Cheng, I've heard about what happened to you. I'm not trying to criticize you, but you acted recklessly regarding the Fish Gang."

Ok?

This Zhuang Xing, is he alright?

By this time, many disciples had arrived at the square, and upon hearing Zhuang Xing's words, they all turned to look.

Most of these disciples came from lower-middle-class backgrounds, and their families at most owned a small business.

They were often extorted and exploited by local gangs, and they hated those thugs and bullies to the core.

No one thought Lu Cheng had done anything wrong.

This Zhuang Xing, he immediately accused Lu Cheng, could it be that his family is involved in a gang?

Thinking about it this way, the way she looked at Zhuang Xing changed again.

Zhuang Xing, however, believes that everyone's attention is focused on praising the "strong".

He has always maintained strict diligence, waking up at 3 AM and going to bed at 11 PM without fail every day.

Aside from eating, using the restroom, and currying favor with his senior brothers, he spends all his time practicing martial arts.

Now that I've successfully grasped the basics, I'm sure I'll be able to develop strength within a month.

Among this group of disciples, I am the first and truly deserve the title of senior brother!

Lu Cheng, however, lost three spots in the Changfeng Escort Agency.

You should know that one of the three spots is yours!

This incident made him so angry that he couldn't eat for two days.

But since they were all from the same school, Zhuang Xing regained his composure after a brief moment of anger.

Hands behind his back, head held high, eyes slightly narrowed:

"Lu Cheng, since we've already done this, let's not talk about it anymore."

"The head镖师 is right. Our Changfeng镖局 must indeed uphold chivalry. Since that young leader of the Fish Gang deserved to die, killing him is no big deal."

Damn, what did you just say about "regardless of consequences"?

Upon hearing this, the others couldn't help but think to themselves, "What do you mean?"

This guy, he's probably gone mad from practicing his kung fu.

Thinking this, the people closest to him quietly moved back a few steps.

Zhuang Xing, however, was completely unaware, and repeatedly pondered these two sentences in his mind.

The more I think about it, the more satisfied I become.

Haha, I'm so good at this!

No, stay calm, maintain your composure.

I am the senior disciple.

Zhuang Xing took a deep breath, trying his best to suppress the excitement in his chest.

Unexpectedly, the excessive restraint caused his lungs to spasm.

"Cough..." Zhuang Xing couldn't help but cough.

He immediately tried his best to suppress it, but the abnormality in his lungs caused his face to become increasingly red.

Even so, Zhuang Xing didn't forget to lecture, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggled to utter the words:

"But you shouldn't have...you shouldn't have...cough..."

"You should never give up on yourself. Look... what time is it now? And you still... uh~"

Before he could finish speaking, he couldn't catch his breath.

With a "uh," his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground with his hands behind his back and his head held high.

"..."

"Oh dear, Zhuang Xing has collapsed from exhaustion again!"

"It doesn't seem like I'm tired, it's like I'm angry."

"How can this guy be so hot-tempered?"

"Neuropathy."

Regardless, Zhuang Xing fainted while talking to him, so Lu Cheng had no reason to ignore it.

Hu Er carried Zhuang Xing back to his shared bed.

Seeing that he was just asleep, she returned to the plum blossom stakes and began to practice.

……

As the sun rose higher in the sky, Lu Cheng's movements became increasingly rapid.

The first six forms of the Xuan Ying Zhuang stance are continuously repeated in both directions.

Next, the order is shuffled, and the drills are performed according to the individual's physical condition.

Even when practicing one move halfway, one might twist their body and switch to another move.

After a while, Lu Cheng was covered in more and more sweat, and he looked as if he had been pulled out of the water.

Suddenly, Lu Cheng quickly turned back to the starting stance of the Black Eagle Stance.

With a sudden shudder, his joints made a soft "crackling" sound.

The sound traveled from his ankles to his knees.

Then it goes up segment by segment along the spine.

It goes past the waist and hips, and through the shoulders and back.

Finally, it exploded between the fingers.

It lasted for four or five breaths before it ended.