Chapter 25

Professor Su Xin had already decided yesterday to teach his subordinates the internal martial arts.

His current strength was still too weak. Although he could kill Dai Chong, it was only because of a surprise attack. If the situation were different, the outcome would be uncertain.

This time, when he went to the main hall and saw the three hall masters and the unfathomable gang leader, Su Xin clearly understood that his current strength was still far inferior to theirs.

However, martial arts cultivation requires a gradual process. The system could only provide auxiliary support and could not instantly turn him into an expert.

Moreover, the deadline for the new main quest was only one year. While enhancing his own strength, it was also important to simultaneously improve the strength of his subordinates to complete the task.

"Boss, what if others learn the internal martial arts we teach? Besides the few trusted brothers, there might be some who can't keep their mouths shut," Huang Bingcheng said, somewhat worried.

He was an old member of the Flying Eagle Gang and had seen many cases of betrayal and fratricide over the years.

"Still, don't think of this internal martial art as some incredible secret technique. It's just a common skill, and it doesn't matter if it spreads," Su Xin said indifferently. "Others would have taught it long ago if they wanted to. The internal martial arts of the gang leader and others might be even better than mine. If someone wants to learn it, let them. It's not a big deal."

*The初级全真教内功* (初级 means "初级" or "basic," and 全真教内功 means "Quanzhen Sect Basic Internal Martial Art") is just a half-star level introductory technique, probably the lowest in this world.

Huang Bingcheng's concern was something Su Xin had already considered. Although his reputation in Kuaile Forest was high, he wasn't so narcissistic as to think that a slight leak of his charisma would make his subordinates loyal to the death.

He was sure that once he passed down the internal martial arts, Tiger San Ye and others would certainly try to coerce or bribe his subordinates to reveal the techniques.

But Su Xin didn't care. He was only passing down the internal martial arts to increase the strength of his subordinates. Whether Tiger San Ye and others passed it on or not was none of his business.

If Tiger San Ye didn't pass it on, Su Xin could develop his own group with peace of mind.

If Tiger San Ye was afraid of Su Xin's strength increasing and losing control, and passed the internal martial arts to his own subordinates, the effect would likely be minimal because Tiger San Ye's subordinates were poor.

The basic internal martial arts were just an auxiliary method for cultivation. Even with internal martial arts, the main focus was on physical training.

Most martial artists eat more than ordinary people to convert the essence from food into their own vital energy, strengthening their bodies.

For example, the martial monks of Shaolin Temple, who are often thought to be vegetarians, actually eat a lot of fish and meat.

Eating only porridge and vegetables all your life, you won't even be able to open a single acupoint.

Tiger San Ye had over a thousand subordinates, and apart from a few dozen confidants, the rest could barely afford to eat and live.

Throughout history, the poor have been scholars, and the rich have been martial artists. With their meager salaries, it was almost impossible for them to cultivate internal martial arts.

Tiger San Ye definitely wouldn't have the courage to increase his subordinates' salaries. If he dared to raise them to the same level as Su Xin, he would soon be eating porridge and vegetables himself.

The situation in the entire Flying Eagle Gang was similar. Ordinary subordinates could barely afford to eat and live, so even if they obtained internal martial arts, they wouldn't be able to cultivate them effectively.

"There's another problem. Just having internal martial arts isn't enough. What martial techniques will they practice?" Li Hua suddenly asked.

Su Xin was also taken aback; he had indeed forgotten this point.

Even if they opened a few acupoints at the Later Heaven stage, it would only slightly increase their strength.

Without corresponding martial techniques, they would just be delivering themselves to the enemy in a fight.

"Li Hua, can you teach the brothers your sword techniques?" Su Xin still vividly remembered Li Hua's dual swords, which were strange, fierce, and extremely fast, with considerable power.

Li Hua hesitated. "I can teach, but I don't know any sword techniques. What I have is just something I figured out through battles."

Su Xin tapped the table slowly with his index finger. Li Hua's sword techniques were indeed like that, not even qualifying as sword techniques, but rather a form of combat experience.

Li Hua's attack methods could be summarized in three words: fast, accurate, and fierce.

He could teach some basic skills to the subordinates, but to fully replicate his combat style, it would probably take dozens of battles and the killing of dozens of people.

The two martial techniques Su Xin currently mastered, Jing Wu Ming's Fast Sword, were not suitable for ordinary subordinates to practice. Even without the 5% proficiency, it would be hard for them to master it.

The Great Mount Sword Technique was complex and sophisticated, and martial artists with lower talent couldn't practice it, let alone ordinary subordinates who couldn't even read.

Thinking about this, Su Xin suddenly remembered something. His spirit entered the system space and found the 'Broken Version of the Beggar's Stick Technique' he had thrown in a corner yesterday.

Flipping through the 'Broken Version of the Beggar's Stick Technique,' Su Xin felt an urge to laugh. Just a moment ago, he was worried about not having suitable martial techniques for ordinary subordinates, but he had already drawn one yesterday.

Yesterday, he hadn't carefully examined the 'Broken Version of the Beggar's Stick Technique,' but today he realized that as long as it was used in the right place, there was no such thing as a completely useless martial technique.

The 'Broken Version of the Beggar's Stick Technique' didn't have powerful moves like 'No Dogs in the World' from the authentic version. It only had the basic eight techniques: trip, chop, entangle, stab, lift, lead, block, and turn.

Eight changes with a bamboo stick were enough to handle most situations. Moreover, the 'Broken Version of the Beggar's Stick Technique' had a built-in cooperative combat technique.

Thirty-six people could form a small cycle of the Beggar's Stick Formation, which could be split into an eighteen-person formation, a nine-person formation, and even a three-person formation. The more people, the more powerful the formation.

The beggars of the Beggar Sect often went out in groups of two or three. If they encountered any sudden situations, they could quickly form the formation to resist external threats.

Actually, all of the above were secondary. The most important thing was that the requirements for practicing the 'Broken Version of the Beggar's Stick Technique' were very low. As long as you weren't disabled and had eyes, you could practice it, and you didn't even need to know how to read.

The 'Broken Version of the Beggar's Stick Technique' had no extra words except for the cover, and it was filled with vivid illustrations that even children could understand.

This technique was designed for ordinary disciples of the Beggar Sect, with the basic requirement being simple and easy to understand.

The Beggar Sect, with the largest number of members in the martial world, naturally had the lowest quality of disciples.

Beggars, after all, couldn't have high quality.

Therefore, the 'Broken Version of the Beggar's Stick Technique' was made as simple as possible, which suited Su Xin's intentions.

His subordinates, who had no martial arts foundation, were perfect for practicing this.

With a mental command, Su Xin left the system. In an instant, Huang Bingcheng and Li Hua didn't even notice his distraction.

"Take a look at this martial technique," Su Xin took out the 'Broken Version of the Beggar's Stick Technique' from his pocket and threw it in front of the two.

" Beggar's Stick Technique? What a lousy name," Huang Bingcheng said, showing disdain. The name didn't sound like anything high-end.

Li Hua flipped through it for a while and concluded, "Not strong, but very practical."

"Practical is enough. If you were to learn this Beggar's Stick Technique, how long would it take? How long do you think it would take others to master it?"

Su Xin had a 5% proficiency, so he could get a basic grasp just by looking at it. He wanted to know how others would fare.

Li Hua thought for a moment and said, "This stick technique only has the simplest eight moves. I could learn it in a day. For others with no martial arts foundation, it would take two to five days."

Su Xin nodded. This time wasn't too long.

"Old Huang, find someone to forge two hundred four-foot short sticks, with double-edged spear tips at one end. I need them by tomorrow morning."

Huang Bingcheng nodded. "Boss, are you planning to use these as weapons? But the illustrations clearly show wooden sticks."

"Wooden sticks are for dogs. To hit people, you need something real."

The basic Beggar's Stick Technique was for ordinary subordinates. Beggars couldn't afford weapons, so they used any wooden stick they could find.

This technique was only for self-defense, not for high combat power.

But in a real fight, a single slash could split a wooden stick in two. Then what?

Replacing wooden sticks with iron sticks would allow the true power of the Beggar's Stick Technique to be unleashed.

Moreover, Su Xin added spear tips to the iron sticks. In a fight, using the 'stab' and 'lift' techniques would create a bloody hole in the opponent's body.

"Alright, it's decided. Tomorrow morning, Old Huang, gather everyone at the hall. I'll teach them the Beggar's Stick Technique, and Li Hua, you'll be responsible for teaching them practical combat." Su Xin tapped the table, making the decision.

Li Hua nodded and walked out, but Huang Bingcheng lingered, smiling awkwardly. "Boss, can I skip it? I'm already this old, and I won't be able to do much even if I practice."

Huang Bingcheng was clear about his role: an executor.

Su Xin gave orders, and he was responsible for executing them perfectly. That was enough.

He wasn't good at fighting.

In the past, he had experienced dozens of gang battles in the Flying Eagle Gang, always hiding at the back, afraid of blood and injury.

Su Xin knew Huang Bingcheng's character and didn't make things difficult for him. He just patted his shoulder and said, "Old Huang, you don't have to learn combat techniques, but you must learn the internal martial arts. You don't need to be strong, but at least it will help you stay healthy."

Huang Bingcheng knew this was Su Xin's bottom line and had to agree.

As long as he didn't have to wield weapons and fight, he was fine. Huang Bingcheng prided himself on his intelligence.