Chapter 19 Dusk Wolf
Many people think that people who practice traditional Chinese martial arts will not practice this kind of basic strength training of the Western system.
In fact, such training is to a certain extent the most direct test and improvement of a person's physical strength level. Since ancient times, Chinese people have also used tools such as stone locks and stone mills to exercise their bodies, which have the same effect as modern strength equipment.
Huaxia Boxing pays attention to the use of strength, which is fundamentally a skill. It is like an algorithm formula. Input one part of energy and release two or even three parts through the transformation of special force methods, multiplying the destructive power.
But what if the input is based on two or even three? Therefore, the ancient boxing system for thousands of years has all studied how to amplify one's own limited power, so as to defeat the strong with the weak. The fighting genres such as jujitsu and joint skills that appeared in later generations especially use the leverage amplification effect.
If a mutant with extraordinary physical talent practiced martial arts, then due to his higher physical quality, he would definitely be more destructive than a human boxer of the same level, or even far surpass it.
However, for several years, Chinese martial arts have long been integrated with obscure culture and ideas. Not to mention people from other countries with huge knowledge barriers, even Chinese people have little talent to gain insight into the secret doors of martial arts, which to a certain extent has led to the decline of martial arts fighting skills.
As for James Howlett, Bai Feng, the master of Chinese martial arts in his previous life, this unimaginable anomaly combined all kinds of impossible conditions in a random way, making the pinnacle of martial arts more complicated and confusing.
After twenty sets of extreme weight squats, deadlifts and a series of strength training. James staggered into the heavy armor, added a hundred kilograms of lead weights, and officially started today's training.
Only when one's own abundant physical fitness and strength are exhausted, can one perceive the strength that goes deep into the texture in the boxing. Now James is no longer constrained by the shackles of boxing schools. The pace of Baguazhang may be the hammering method of Taijiquan, and the Bengquan of Xingyi may be matched with the Yu step of "shrinking the ground to an inch".
In terms of technique, he has reached the peak. James has a feeling that his practice of boxing may enter a brand new realm after becoming a master, and there is even no shadow of the previous national boxing.
The clock in the secret room reminded him that almost five hours had passed since noon. James stopped slowly, shaking his muscles and bones to relax his skin, and tightly closed his pores to let the sweat steam that was about to come out slowly As the breath sinks down, it returns to the dantian of the lower abdomen. Suddenly, a long breath blows out like fireworks in a brazier blown by white waves. The two airflows finally hit the temples slowly, and the energy is drawn back.
From the first warm-up to the strength training and the final boxing practice, he has been naked but has not shed a drop of sweat. This is one of the essence of internal boxing, the fur must be attacked.
Following the long and lengthy stone staircase upwards, the cabinets in the study room full of various guns were slowly pushed away, and James, who had changed his clothes, walked out calmly and went downstairs for dinner.
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Victor has not found any new special traces in the forest for a long time. Since the unusual discovery in late autumn last year, he has been paying attention to the changes in the forest. It is a pity that the "monster" that can cause such destructive power seems to be He left here completely and never appeared again.
Relying on the instinct and intuition of a beast, Victor vaguely felt that this was his "kind", and firmly believed that they would meet someday. In the study of mutant genes more than a century later, scholars called the instinctive desire of the tendency of this race "the community effect of animal mutants".
Human mutants with close blood relationship or belonging to the lycanthropy mutant gene will have a natural communal phenomenon originating from the deepest level, which is the group instinct of wild beast groups hunting and relying on for survival. This instinct will lure them closer to each other and depend on each other.
At the same time, the group pattern of animals determines that they must have their own leader, the king of beasts in this hunting area, so this desire to attract each other and rely on each other has an extremely contradictory side, that is, they must eventually fight to become the king of the group. . And the ferocious beasts that are often at the top of the food chain either hunt alone or become "leading wolves", and rarely are they inferior to others.
Victor is eager to find his "kind" and his "herd" both mentally and physically. And the powerful mutant talent, he will be called "saber-toothed tiger" in the future, which means that only by becoming the king of beasts can he form a state of coexistence with other compatriots...
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After dinner, Butler Wayne sent letters from the Howlett family members in the United States, explaining in detail the recent John Brown uprising and the Republican leader Abraham Lincoln. After reading carefully in the study, James thought for a moment, wrote a reply letter seriously and explained the follow-up layout tasks.
The night is deep, and the Canadian night in winter is so quiet that I seem to have lost my hearing. The thick snow is attached to the vast and gray Rocky Mountains. The fireplace in Mr. Howlett's bedroom is crackling and crackling just right, and the room is warm but not hot.
James sat cross-legged and meditating on the thick Persian rug in the left corner of the room, with his side next to the fireplace, his handsome face glowing with flames. Accompanying his grandfather made him feel very at ease, and he needed some persistence and fetters in this world that did not belong to him so that he would not be so hesitant.
"Ahem...ahem!"
Mr. Howlett coughed intermittently, and turned over with some struggle. James opened his eyes when he heard the movement, got up and went to the bed, rubbed his grandfather's back, and let him take a few sips slowly with a glass of warm water. The old man seemed to be more energetic than before, and motioned to James to help him up and sit on the bed.
"Ho... cough cough cough... it's okay, Jamie, it's okay, I'll sit down for a while, just to talk to you." He quickly rubbed left and right on the pillow that his grandson had laid out, and found a comfortable and comfortable place. posture.
"These days make you uncomfortable, don't you? Every night with me, an old guy, messing around with some servants."
"You're joking again, these things shouldn't be done by others." James sat beside Mr. Howlett, lit the oil lamp, and watched the old man's haggard face turn red, and seemed to be a little angry. The once fierce and deep brilliance can be vaguely seen in the cloudy eyes.
He became uneasy instead, and responded to his grandfather's words in a panic.
"Ah...I can't speak for a while, and I feel groggy, but I can also feel that you are here every night, feeding, delivering water, scrubbing and going to the toilet... When I am old, I am afraid of giving my children a lot of trouble. Trouble, but I don't want you to go away, knowing that you are by my side... just..."
Mr. Howlett babbled to his grandson what he had been unable to express for a long time. The more James listened, the deeper his heart sank, and a pair of invisible hands twisted his heart inch by inch.
"Grandfather...don't talk, save some energy and sleep well." He tried to interrupt Mr. Howlett with some pleading, but the old man tightly held his hand.
"I know when I've arrived. If I miss some words, I won't have another chance." He took a slow breath, and then said, "You are smart enough and more capable than me. You don't have to follow me about what you should or shouldn't do in the future." You are talking nonsense. Whether this family is booming or not, people must be good!"
James nodded, holding his grandfather's hand and stroking it gently.
"I'm just worried that you are too arrogant. I know that you don't want to trust anyone since you were young. I can see it, but remember, no wolf, no matter how powerful, can defeat a lion. Only a pack of wolves can be invincible! You have to have your own 'wolves' to deal with the wind and rain in the future, don't carry everything by yourself."
"I remember, grandfather"
"The root of a family is not in blood, but a kind of inheritance, a kind of inheritance of spirit and perseverance. Everyone who agrees with and surrounds you can become a member of this family. The same blood does not necessarily have the same heart! The only thing I want to entrust to you is the 'Howlett' family, so that the family that started with me can continue, this is my only wish."
James nodded heavily: "Don't worry, the Howlett family will definitely pass it on!"
"Also...Although you don't need to be obsessed with blood, you still have to have more children! I can't see the day when you have children. Don't think about so many messes. There are as many births as there are. The earth is big enough s life…"
Mr. Howlett remembered talking a little bit. After more than ten minutes, he gradually became as tired as before, gradually lost his strength, and seemed to fall asleep. James helped him to lie down, knelt and sat on the edge of the bed holding the old man's hand, his face pressed against the back of his grandfather's hand, his keen perception and strong hearing felt the old man's heart beating slowly and persistently...
Slowly died away.
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