Chapter 7

After practicing the sword for a while, Wang Teng put it back in the weapons room.

After coming out, he switched to practicing boxing.

The student who had been practicing the sword shook his head again. Martial arts cultivation lies in precision, not quantity.

By practicing two rounds of sword techniques and then switching to boxing, Wang Teng would not achieve as much as if he had focused on one. Otherwise, he would end up not mastering either.

"This new guy is diligent, but a bit foolish."

Wang Teng was unaware that he had been labeled as "foolish."

He practiced the boxing routine twice and felt that his grasp of the basic boxing techniques had become even more proficient. Yes, the effect was good.

Turning his head, he saw a tall figure standing nearby with his arms crossed.

It seemed he had been watching for a while.

"Teacher, when did you come in? Why didn't you say anything? You scared me."

This figure was the martial disciple instructor who had taught Wang Teng the "National Ninth Set of Radio Calisthenics" last night. Seeing him still made Wang Teng feel a bit uneasy.

"Boy, I've been watching you practice for a while. Your boxing is pretty good!" The instructor gave Wang Teng a thumbs up.

"Thank you for the compliment!"

Wang Teng, feeling a bit embarrassed, said, "Teacher, my name is Wang Teng. I don't know your name yet."

"My name is Peng Hai. You don't need to call me teacher; just call me Brother Peng." Peng Hai said.

"Brother Peng." Wang Teng readily agreed and then asked, "Do you also come this early?"

"I don't have enough talent. I'm still a senior martial disciple in my twenties. I can only rely on hard work." Peng Hai said with a sigh.

Wang Teng didn't know what to say.

"Ha ha ha, don't mind it. I was just venting. Wang Teng, you have good talent and are willing to work hard. I believe in three years, you will definitely become a martial artist. Keep it up." Peng Hai encouraged him.

Three years?

No, probably just three days!

Wang Teng thought to himself, but he could only nod and say, "I will work hard, Brother Peng!"

"Alright, I'm going to the third floor for training. Today, other senior martial disciples will be responsible for guiding you. Of course, you can always come to me if you have any questions." Peng Hai said.

"What a warm-hearted senior brother!"

Wang Teng watched him walk up to the third floor and couldn't help but exclaim.

Soon, students began to arrive one after another, and the training hall gradually became lively.

"Senior brother."

"Good morning, senior brother!"

"Senior sister, you're as beautiful as ever today!"

...

Acquaintances greeted each other and then began their training. Everyone's time was precious, and they were making the most of every second.

Wang Teng watched them and suddenly felt that these students were like sheep walking on two legs. They had a lot of wool, and it seemed endless.

"Really good!" A smile, like that of a proud father, appeared on his lips.

When they get fat, they can be slaughtered... No, no, such good sheep are not for slaughtering; they must be sheared continuously.

As everyone began to train enthusiastically, various attribute bubbles began to drop.

Soon, the training hall turned into a sea of bubbles.

Wang Teng happily swam in it.

"I am a sheep shearer, shearing, shearing wool..."

He didn't dare to sing the song out loud, fearing he would be beaten. Instead, he silently sang in his heart while quietly making a fortune.

If there were notifications, they would sound like this:

"Ahead, [Strength * 2], [Speed * 6] dropped. You picked them up. Your strength and speed have improved!"

"Ahead, [Basic Boxing * 2] dropped. You picked it up. Your basic boxing is more proficient!"

"Ahead, [Insight * 1], [Constitution * 3] dropped. You picked them up. Your insight and constitution have improved!"

...

More students came to train on Saturday than the night before.

Wang Teng had completely underestimated the number of attributes that would drop, or rather, he had underestimated how hard everyone would work.

The harder the students trained, the higher the probability of attributes dropping.

It was like milking; the harder you milked, the more you got.

By the end of the day, he had actually completed the transformation from a junior martial disciple to a mid-level martial disciple.

Whether it was strength, speed, or constitution, he had all surpassed the threshold for a mid-level martial disciple, with no watered-down results.

Not only that, but his basic boxing, basic body techniques, and basic sword techniques had all reached the "small success" level!

Combat skills can be divided into levels of proficiency: basic, proficient, small success, great success, and subtle mastery...

Reaching proficiency already allows the combat skill to function as intended, while small success provides a significant advantage, at least doubling the power.

If one reaches great success or subtle mastery, the power will be several times stronger.

In addition, Wang Teng had also obtained [Basic Saber Techniques] and brought them to the proficient level.

The harvest was considerable.

In the evening, it was time for dinner.

After a day of training, the students were already starving. They tidied up and left the training hall one after another.

At this moment, Wang Teng was in a corner, inspecting his gains.

He held the black iron sword, combined with body techniques, and moved nimbly, swinging the long sword and producing the sound of air being torn.

The young man who had been practicing the sword earlier was returning it to the weapons room and walked out.

He happened to pass by Wang Teng and glanced over.

"This, this..."

He was completely shocked, his mouth wide open, and he rubbed his eyes hard, as if doubting his own eyes.

"This is definitely not a proficient level of basic sword techniques. It's small success, definitely small success!"

He himself was at the proficient level, though not yet at small success, but he had a discerning eye.

But how could this be possible? In the morning, he saw Wang Teng training and was just a beginner, with very rough sword techniques.

By the end of the day, he had reached small success!

This must be a joke, right?

Is there really such a genius in the world?

He felt like questioning his life. In the morning, he had mocked him for being foolish, but now, thinking about it, it seemed rather ridiculous.

"Crazy! Crazy!"

The young man looked dejected, smiled bitterly, and shook his head as he walked out of the training hall.

Wang Teng didn't even notice this person. He practiced with the saber, sword, boxing, and body techniques, feeling a sense of smoothness throughout his body.

"Phew!"

He slowly exhaled, put the weapons back in the weapons room, and walked toward the martial hall's underground parking lot while bringing up his attribute panel.

[Insight]: 28

[Constitution]: 52

[Strength]: 455

[Speed]: 185

[Combat Skills]: Basic Boxing (Small Success), Basic Body Techniques (Small Success), Basic Sword Techniques (Small Success), Basic Saber Techniques (Proficient)

"Today was a full harvest!" Wang Teng drove home with a smile.

At home, Li Xiumei was cooking, and the rich aroma of meat wafted out of the kitchen. Wang Teng's stomach immediately growled.

"Mom, what delicious food are you cooking today? It smells so good!" He walked into the kitchen and asked.

"Your father specifically asked me to buy star beast meat for you." Li Xiumei smiled.

"Really! My dad is really going all out." Wang Teng was surprised.

Star beasts are wild animals that have undergone mutations due to the influence of primal energy. Since primal energy originates from the cosmos, they are named accordingly.

Their meat is very nourishing, far superior to that of ordinary beasts, and is very expensive.

"It smells so good, let me try."

He saw a plate of braised meat on the stove, his mouth watering, and couldn't resist picking up a piece and putting it in his mouth.

"Mmm, so delicious, Mom, your cooking is really great."

"Oh, you're like a hungry ghost. And you're all sweaty. Go take a shower quickly." Li Xiumei shooed him out of the kitchen.