Chapter 76: Passing on the Kung Fu
“Not bad, not bad.” Wang An nodded, very satisfied.
His first blow used Tai Chi Spiral Jin's force-generating technique. He had already practiced this technique quite proficiently, while Zhi Jin had only just mastered it and had not yet undergone repeated training. It was already good to be able to produce such power.
In fact, this straightforward mana technique was also mentioned in Tai Chi, but he had not mastered the trick before.
At this time, Li Xinzhu, who was practicing boxing, stopped, took a breath, wiped his sweat, and took a sip of water. When he saw Wang An in the corner, he walked over.
"What are you thinking about?" As he spoke, Li Xinzhu glanced at the numbers on the boxing strength testing machine and was stunned for a moment.
“What, what’s going on?”
"What's going on? Numbers, you don't know how to count, do you?"
"Nonsense, can I not know how to count? I'm asking where this number came from and how did you type it out?"
“What do you think, how was your practice?”
"Well, not bad. I think what you said is very reasonable. At first, I practiced a hundred times a day, and then slowly increased it. After three days, I increased it to 300 times. I practiced for another three days. It’s enough to do a set of punches over and over again!
Later, I gritted my teeth and persevered, and I felt that the places where I was not smooth suddenly became much smoother, and then I increased it to 500. I now play a thousand times a day.
The three thousand times you mentioned are difficult, no, how do you do it, lift it with your feet or punch it? "Li Xinzhu pointed to the numbers on the boxing strength testing machine.
"I can see that you are practicing seriously." Wang An changed the topic.
“That’s natural, how about you accompany me through a couple of moves?”
“Okay, come on!” Wang An was thinking about finding a sandbag to try out his direct strength technique, but he didn’t expect that this living target was brought to him by himself.
Li Xinzhu set up a boxing stance, and then began to attack hard. The punches were fast and rushing, and the momentum was fierce. It was a typical hard punch, like a tiger out of the cage.
Wang An is also a Tai Chi cloud hand, using the method of offloading force. Li Xinzhu's punches are like strong winds. He is calm and gentle, and the opponent's attacks are easily received and offloaded.
“It’s this disgusting Tai Chi force release again. Can you change the way of doing it?” Li Xinzhu really couldn’t do anything about Tai Chi.
“Just let go of the beating and treat me like a moving sandbag.” Wang An said with a smile.
Li Xinzhu then punched and kept attacking Wang An, which was a collapse fist.
“Don’t be anxious, you are too fast, you must be steady and accurate first!”
After practicing for a while, Li Xinzhu was out of breath.
“Stop, take a rest.” Beating someone is more tiring than practicing boxing alone.
“Punch me again.”
“Why?” Li Xinzhu was stunned.
“Let me try your strength.”
After hearing this, Li Xinzhu braced himself and said, "Be careful."
A punch came out, and Wang An raised his hand to catch it. When the fist landed on his palm, his arm retreated, and the force of the impact was transmitted along the arm and down the spine, and was discharged to the ground along the thigh.
“You still don’t use your direct strength quite right.”
“What’s wrong, are you still upright?”
"Zhijin, straight, rushing, and strong, like a spear, the force rises from the feet, goes up through the waist and back, and then is sent out through the arms. It is not a single force from one part, but a whole force."
Wang An punched out as he spoke, and a "hoo" sound could be heard.
“You really know how to be upright?” Li Xinzhu on the side was stunned when he saw this.
“Know a little.”
“You, how could you do this?”
“It was you who taught me Xingyiquan.”
“Here, you punch me and I’ll feel it.” He patted the protective gear.
“Okay, stand firm.”
“Come on, no problem.” Li Xinzhu spread his legs, took a lunge, and leaned forward.
Wang An took one step forward, his fist collapsed and his strength was straight.
With a bang, Li Xinzhu's feet left the ground and he flew out. He hit a sandbag with a clang and sat down on the ground. He was stunned for a moment.
Wang An hurriedly stepped forward and held onto the swaying sandbag.
"Are you OK?"
Li Xinzhu was still in a daze. Just now, he felt a rush of momentum, as if he was stabbed hard by a stake, and he was knocked away in an instant.
“You, have you really developed your straight strength?”
Hmm, Wang An nodded.
“How do you practice?”
“I just practiced and practiced.” Wang An said ambiguously.
“Then why didn’t I practice it well?”
“Maybe you didn’t practice enough, didn’t think enough, or didn’t have the opportunity.”
“When the opportunity is not there, practicing boxing is still very mysterious.”
Wang An pulled him up and asked him to stand up, then raised his hand and pointed at a dozen places on his body, and drew a line, starting from the legs, along the waist, up the spine, and then over the shoulders to the arms.
“This is probably Zhijin’s power transmission route, remember?”
“Remember.” Li Xinzhu nodded.
“You keep practicing, I’ll leave first.” Wang An patted him on the shoulder, turned around and prepared to leave.
Just when he walked to the door, he saw a man rushing in. This man Wang An had met at Zhao's Medical Center and was Li Xinzhu's senior brother.
He hurried in and took a quick look.
"Hsinchu, change your clothes quickly and go out with me." He shouted to Li Xinzhu who was practicing boxing, and then called another person's name. The three of them left in a hurry. It seemed that there was something urgent.
Wang An didn't pay attention. He left the martial arts gym and pedaled his bicycle. When he was leaving, he saw a group of people walking towards the banner and saw a person's name on the banner - Yang Xianhua.
“Hey, what’s going on? Is that person in trouble again?” Wang An turned his head and glanced in the direction of the Tai Chi martial arts gym.
“A good martial arts school doesn’t run it carefully and just makes some messy things, ugh!”
Wang An kicked off the car and left. After turning the corner and walking not far, he saw a group of people surrounding a teenage girl. The girl was pushing a bicycle in a panic, and there was an old man lying on the ground.
“What’s the matter with you kid? Don’t you have eyes when riding a bicycle? Look, you hit this old man.”
“What are your parents’ phone numbers? Call them quickly.”
The adults surrounding the child all looked fierce.
“I, I didn’t mean it.” The child was obviously frightened.
“It doesn’t matter if it’s not intentional!”
There were people nearby watching the fun, but no one helped.
Wang An glanced at the old man calling out on the ground and knew that this was most likely a ploy.
“What a world!” He thought for a moment, put the bicycle aside, walked over, and squeezed through the crowd outside.
“Who is it, why are you squeezing?”
Wang An squeezed into the center and saw the old man lying on the ground. He was screaming on the ground and one of his shoes flew off.
(End of this chapter)