Chapter 4

Wang Teng came to the Polaris Martial Arts Hall originally to cultivate.

Now, he was busy picking up attributes.

He felt like a scavenger, diligently picking up things others had dropped.

Earlier, he had observed that the transparent bubbles on the ground were all dropped by the hall's trainees during their training.

There were many trainees in the hall, so there were also many attribute bubbles that had dropped.

However, one thing made Wang Teng very sad.

The bubbles had a time limit; they would disappear after a few minutes.

Just a moment ago, he had been stunned for a while, and several bubbles had vanished, which had pained him greatly, as if he had lost several billion.

The trainees kept training, occasionally dropping a few attribute bubbles.

Wang Teng picked them up happily, and his attributes soared like a rocket.

A martial disciple instructor, seeing him running around the training hall like a headless fly, couldn't bear it anymore and called him over.

"Hey, hey, that student, you came to the martial hall to train, why are you running around aimlessly?"

"Teacher, I just arrived today. I'm observing how everyone trains. As the ancients said, 'Among three people walking, there must be one who can be my teacher.' I'm learning from everyone first," Wang Teng said with a smile, making up a random excuse.

"New here? Then come over, I'll teach you the 'National Ninth Set of Radio Calisthenics.' You don't know anything now, so watching is useless. Learn the basics first," the instructor said.

Wang Teng thought about it and felt that what he said made sense. This instructor was quite responsible.

Reluctantly, he glanced at the attribute bubbles that had just dropped in the training hall, as if several billion were slipping away from him.

"Teacher, what is the 'National Ninth Set of Radio Calisthenics'?" Wang Teng walked over and asked curiously.

"The 'National Ninth Set of Radio Calisthenics' is a scientific method of physical training developed by the state based on the basic body-strengthening techniques of the Star Martial Continent."

The instructor turned on the speaker.

"National Ninth Set of Radio Calisthenics—Stirring Youth, now beginning!"

Wang Teng's whole body froze!

The music started, and it was that familiar flavor, along with the familiar preparatory movements.

"Watch carefully!"

The tall and muscular instructor, who was at least 1.8 meters tall, had terrifying muscles. He was now serious and performing the preparatory movements.

Wang Teng was stunned!

The instructor then began the radio calisthenics with the music.

"First movement, stretching exercise, one two three four, two two three four..."

"Second movement, chest-expanding exercise, one two three four, two two three four..."

"Third movement, leg-kicking exercise, one two three four, two two three four..."

Wang Teng stared blankly, with countless grass mud horses galloping wildly in his mind, unstoppable.

What the heck, radio calisthenics!

Although he noticed that the names were the same, the movements were much more complex, and some high-difficulty movements required very high physical standards.

It seemed... it could indeed serve as a body-strengthening exercise?

However, the music, the rhythm, and the familiar feeling were really embarrassing!

"How about it, did you see clearly? If not, I'll demonstrate it again!"

The music stopped, and the instructor slowly finished his movements, taking a deep breath. Sweat appeared on his forehead, and the 'National Ninth Set of Radio Calisthenics' was surprisingly effective.

"Teacher, I saw clearly!" Wang Teng nodded quickly, afraid that he would really do it again.

Seeing his eager look, he might really do it, no joke.

"Oh, it seems your memory is good. I had to watch it three times to remember it," the instructor said, somewhat disappointed.

Sweat, what's with that disappointed look!

You're addicted to doing calisthenics!

Wang Teng sent the instructor away like a plague, letting him go and torment other trainees, who were all happy to oblige.

No way, I, Wang Teng, will never do the 'National Ninth Set of Radio Calisthenics,' not even if you beat me to death!

This life, I can only rely on picking up attributes to become stronger!

Taking advantage of the instructor's inattention, Wang Teng continued his great attribute-picking mission.

[Strength * 2]

[Speed * 1]

[Insight * 0.2]

...

[Basic Fist Technique * 5]

...

Wang Teng was very happy, picking up a lot of strength and speed attributes. He hadn't tried them yet, but he could feel that his speed had increased significantly while wandering around the training hall, accidentally darting several meters forward.

The [Insight] attribute was a bit scarce, and it was all in the range of 0.2. It would take several to add up to one.

"Does increasing the [Insight] attribute make me smarter? I don't really feel it," Wang Teng thought.

Wait!

[Basic Fist Technique * 5]?

A bubble different from the previous ones was absorbed by Wang Teng, and many memories of practicing boxing suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Basic Fist Technique, I know it now?" Wang Teng was somewhat incredulous.

At the martial disciple stage, one does not possess Origin Force and cannot cultivate Origin Force techniques.

Therefore, the state summarized many basic combat techniques, including body techniques, fist techniques, sword techniques, and knife techniques.

These were then promoted so that the entire population could cultivate them.

Wang Teng looked at a young man in his twenties practicing the Basic Fist Technique not far away, his eyes shining.

Although he had learned the Basic Fist Technique, he clearly wasn't proficient. He just knew it, very roughly, equivalent to what an ordinary person would learn in four or five days.

However, picking up more [Basic Fist Technique] attributes should improve his proficiency, right?

Bang bang bang!

The young man punched the sandbag forcefully, causing it to sway from side to side, and each punch left a dent in the sandbag.

"Strong!"

"Indeed, martial artists are the way to go."

"Why isn't it dropping... Oh, it's dropping, it's dropping, it's dropping again!"

Wang Teng was somewhat excited, sneaking up from behind and casually picking up the attributes, then slipping away.

[Basic Fist Technique * 7]

[Strength * 5]

"This young man, he's got it! He's got a lot of it!" Wang Teng exclaimed.

His Basic Fist Technique indeed became more proficient!

After waiting a while and seeing that the other person wasn't dropping any more attributes, Wang Teng had to turn to other trainees, after all, he couldn't neglect one for the other.

Only children make choices.

Adults, they want it all!

I, Wang Teng, am an adult!

...

[Basic Body Technique * 2]

Outside the training hall was a running track, like a playground.

A fat man ran past the track, like a gust of wind, blowing Wang Teng's hair.

A bubble dropped behind him.

Confirmed by his physique, he was a flexible fat man!

"Huh? Basic Body Technique!!"

Wang Teng picked up the attribute, suddenly startled. Another basic combat technique, and it was a body technique. This luck was quite good.

The fat man ran tirelessly, and bubbles seemed to drop from behind him like eggs from a hen.

"So many!"

Wang Teng was shocked again. Adhering to the principle of not wasting anything, he followed behind the fat man, picking up attributes while running.

The newly increased speed attribute came into play, supporting Wang Teng as he followed the fat man, running happily.

[Speed * 1]

[Speed * 1]

[Speed * 1]

[Basic Body Technique * 3]

[Speed * 1]

...

"Hah... hah... hah... What are you following me for?" The fat man stopped, panting and glaring at Wang Teng.

"Who's following you? I'm practicing body techniques, don't flatter yourself," Wang Teng glared back.

"You..."

"What about you?"

"Damn, I'm not running anymore. You run by yourself," the fat man was angry but had no way to deal with Wang Teng.

"Don't, run a bit more. I think you have a bright future, don't give up easily!" Wang Teng tried to persuade him.

"..." The fat man.

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[Basic Body Technique * 2]

Outside the training hall was a running track, like a playground.

A fat man ran past the track, like a gust of wind, blowing Wang Teng's hair.

A bubble dropped behind him.

Confirmed by his physique, he was a flexible fat man!

"Huh? Basic Body Technique!!"

Wang Teng picked up the attribute, suddenly startled. Another basic combat technique, and it was a body technique. This luck was quite good.

The fat man ran tirelessly, and bubbles seemed to drop from behind him like eggs from a hen.

"So many!"

Wang Teng was shocked again. Adhering to the principle of not wasting anything, he followed behind the fat man, picking up attributes while running.

The newly increased speed attribute came into play, supporting Wang Teng as he followed the fat man, running happily.

[Speed * 1]

[Speed * 1]

[Speed * 1]

[Basic Body Technique * 3]

[Speed * 1]

...

"Hah... hah... hah... What are you following me for?" The fat man stopped, panting and glaring at Wang Teng.

"Who's following you? I'm practicing body techniques, don't flatter yourself," Wang Teng glared back.

"You..."

"What about you?"

"Damn, I'm not running anymore. You run by yourself," the fat man was angry but had no way to deal with Wang Teng.

"Don't, run a bit more. I think you have a bright future, don't give up easily!" Wang Teng tried to persuade him.

"..." The fat man.