Chapter 5

Lin Zhiqin's move instantly silenced the entire room.

The few young men who had been laughing and joking immediately straightened up and became more serious.

Lu Yuan was also somewhat surprised.

In his previous life, he had read in novels about martial artists whose strength and realms were divided into Mingjing, Anjing, and Huajing, with their attacks sometimes sounding like firecrackers, sometimes like thunder, and sometimes completely silent.

He never thought he would actually witness it now.

The sound of Lin Zhiqin's air strike was indeed as crisp as a firecracker, quite amazing.

"I wonder how martial artists in this world are classified in terms of strength. Is Lin Zhiqin considered strong?"

Lu Yuan compared Lin Zhiqin to the coach surnamed Qin, who had given him a huge sense of pressure at the martial arts hall entrance the previous day and whom Cheng Peng greatly admired.

He felt the latter was more powerful.

Although Lin Zhiqin's gaze was also sharp, it didn't give him that hair-raising, startling feeling.

However, his judgment might not be accurate, as he was a complete novice.

"You can only hit the punching bag after you have learned the boxing movements. Before that, you should practice air strikes."

After saying this, Lin Zhiqin officially began the class.

As he said, he first taught everyone the methods and techniques for strength training.

This part was relatively simple, consisting of exercises that were commonly practiced in school physical education classes.

Such as planks, sit-ups, leg raises, crunches, and push-ups, which target different muscle groups of the body.

Lin Zhiqin had everyone perform each exercise, corrected some of their mistakes, and then said, "You can practice these exercises on your own at home.

At the beginning, two to three sets of each exercise will do. Once your physical condition improves, you can gradually increase the intensity of your training.

For those that require equipment, the martial arts hall's training room is always open to you.

Next, I will teach you the basic combat movements."

Upon hearing Lin Zhiqin's last words, everyone's spirits were lifted, and Lu Yuan also became excited.

Many people had signed up for the martial arts class, waiting for this moment.

"In the first stage of the course, you need to learn basic boxing movements, kicking movements, and footwork movements.

I will teach each of these parts to you one by one.

Let's start with the boxing movements."

Lin Zhiqin didn't waste any words and got straight to it.

"The basic boxing movements include the hook, jab, uppercut, and straight punch.

Among them, the hook is divided into left hook, left hook to the head, and left hook to the body."

Lin Zhiqin explained and demonstrated as he spoke.

The speed of each punch he threw wasn't fast, but when combined, it gave Lu Yuan a dizzying feeling.

The basic boxing movements seemed few, but when broken down, there were quite a few.

Lu Yuan instinctively wanted to take out his phone to record a video, afraid he might forget.

But he remembered that the martial arts uniform had no pockets, and his phone was in the locker.

Fortunately, after demonstrating, Lin Zhiqin said, "Next, I will break down each movement and teach you one by one. Once you have learned all the movements, you can practice on your own."

Then came the breakdown of the movements.

Lu Yuan, with his 10-point intelligence, had a good memory, even excellent.

Lin Zhiqin taught very meticulously, and Lu Yuan could easily remember each boxing movement.

The only difficulty he encountered was that his strength and physical attributes were indeed too low.

Many movements that he understood clearly in his mind would immediately deform when he tried to execute them.

Clearly, he wasn't the only one with this problem; many others were the same. Only one person's movements were relatively standard and proficient.

"Have you practiced before?"

Lin Zhiqin asked the best performer, a young man with a crew cut and a somewhat honest demeanor.

The young man didn't deny it and admitted, "I learned boxing at another martial arts hall for a while.

However, the coach there wasn't good enough, and I knocked him out after three months of training."

As he said this, a faint look of pride appeared on his face.

Lin Zhiqin didn't say anything, just nodded slightly, indicating that he would observe his performance later. If he was qualified, he could be moved to the second-stage class early.

After all the movements were broken down and taught, it was free practice time.

At first, everyone practiced quite seriously, but once Lin Zhiqin left the training room for something, a group of people with pompadour hairstyles started laughing and joking again.

"Siqi, how does this punch look? Could it knock the manager's glasses off his face?"

"Haha, I recorded that. I'll show it to the manager later."

"Don't, you're trying to kill me."

"Buy me a meal, or someone is going to be in trouble."

As one of the few females in the class, the girl with the pompadour hairstyle attracted some attention from the other males with even the slightest movement.

And she seemed to enjoy the feeling of being constantly watched by many people.

Lu Yuan, however, found it noisy.

"Why not try 'Absolute Focus'?"

A thought suddenly came to Lu Yuan's mind.

Although 'Absolute Focus' was a skill under the 'Student' profession, its effects weren't limited to studying.

Thinking of it, he decided to act.

"Activate, 'Absolute Focus'!"

Instantly, all the noise around Lu Yuan faded away.

The flies buzzing in his ears flew away.

Lu Yuan's mind was left with only the basic boxing movements. His brain worked quickly, like a highly efficient and precise machine, directing his body to continuously swing his arms and throw punches, constantly striving to match the perfect standard in his memory.

"Got it, I'll remember to pick up my son."

Lin Zhiqin hung up the phone, straightened his martial arts uniform, and turned back toward the training room.

His mood wasn't good.

Teaching new students was a tedious and boring task, especially when there were troublemakers who constantly showed a lack of respect and seriousness during the class.

Usually, teaching beginner classes was not something a senior coach like him would do.

It was usually assigned to young coaches and ordinary martial arts hall disciples.

However, his family had recently encountered some issues, and the financial pressure had suddenly increased. He was busy every day and had to put aside his pride to take on this kind of work for money.

"Haha, Sun Fei, are you using the Turtle Fist? The coach will be furious if he sees you doing the movements like this!"

"Wow! That punch is so cool!"

"Damn, Zhang Shibin, are you serious?!"

Just as he reached the door, Lin Zhiqin heard the noisy voices inside.

He couldn't help but frown, and his mood worsened.

He stopped at the door and coughed loudly.

"Quick, the coach is back!"

Seeing him, the group of people who had been playing and watching immediately scattered, making the stance of the boxing movements.

Lin Zhiqin's face was expressionless, and his sharp gaze swept over the few students who had been playing, deliberately using his martial artist's aura to give them a greater sense of pressure.

When the expressions on their faces became unnatural and their movements became awkward, he slowly withdrew his aura.

"Let's just have them practice on their own for the rest of the class. I'll go have tea with Old Liu."

Lin Zhiqin planned to avoid the annoyance.

But just as he was about to pick two people to give some pointers and then leave,

Suddenly, a figure in the corner caught his attention.

"This..."

Lin Zhiqin's gaze fixed on a person, a faint look of surprise in his eyes.