C8 Rebirth

Late at night, the sky of the city was pitch black, but it was not as resplendent as the night in the countryside. There was only a waning moon in the night sky of the city, reflecting the pale light of the moon.

Wu Junxuan finished his dinner, and after a few rounds of boxing in the yard, he stood up.

People who practiced martial arts all year round would usually have a habit: not practicing for a day would make the body uncomfortable.

"How long have you and Old Wu been learning fist techniques?" It was unknown when Wang Jinghao had appeared behind him, but he hadn't noticed it. Wu Junxuan slowly retracted his force and replied softly, "I've practiced Baji Fist with my uncle since I was young. It's been almost 15 years now."

Wang Jinghao softly said, "En, your uncle doesn't have many Eight Level Fist Techniques, but he does have some skills. I've experienced it before when we fought."

"Uncle Wang, which school did you practice?" Wu Junxuan was excited. Anyone who could be friends with his uncle was definitely someone who practiced martial arts. Besides, his uncle Wang didn't make any movements, so his martial arts skills were definitely on par with his uncle's.

Wang Jinghao smiled and said, "I practiced Xing Yi Martial Arts, then I learned Taiji, which is very complicated."

"Tai Chi? No wonder uncle knows the meaning of form. Could it be that you learned it from him? "

"Your uncle and I used to follow each other and learn Xing Yi Martial Arts together. He's my senior brother, so he should have taught you Xing Yi Martial Arts as well?"

Wang Jinghao sat on the chair and continued by saying, "You practice one set, I'll see how you're doing!"

Wu Junxuan took a step forward and launched his Three Postures. He then launched a Drill Fist with his right hand, and his left fist punched forward!

"Bam!" Wu Junxuan retracted his hands. He dashed forward, throwing out another blast punch!

"Uncle, this is all you can teach me!" Wu Junxuan retracted his momentum and spat out a mouthful of impure air.

Wang Jinghao softly said, "It's okay … …" "However, this is only the basic martial arts of Xing Yi Martial Arts."

"If you want to continue practicing, I can teach you …"

Wu Junxuan's eyes lit up. He cupped his hands and said respectfully, "Uncle-master, please give me some more pointers!"

Wang Jinghao softly said, "En, I won't teach you anything else, I will only teach you half a step into the Collapsing Fist!"

During the late Qing Dynasty, the Grandmaster of the National Arts, Guo Yunshen, ended up in jail because of a lawsuit against him. However, he managed to comprehend the ultimate half-step Collapsing Fist technique in prison!

"I'll practice it once. Half-step Collapsing Fist is nothing more than practice it more. The Collapsing Fist is one of the Five Elements Fists. When its strength reaches a certain level, an arrow would pierce the heart and crack the earth!" Wang Jinghao's body sank. He took a step forward with his left foot and followed with his back foot. At the same time, he also threw out another punch from his chest!

"Bang bang!"

"The force exerted by the Half-step Collapsing Fist is like the speed of a speeding car. It suddenly stopped and knocked a person flying in an instant!" Wu Junxuan imitated his actions and practiced as though he was imitating a cat, but he still felt awkward about it.

Wang Jinghao smiled and said, "Do not rush to slowly practice. To experience that feeling, slowly practice!"

Wang Jinghao walked to the door of the storehouse. He took out his key and opened the lock, "I have two stone locks and some martial arts practice stuff, bring them out!" The two locks weighed about a hundred pounds. Wu Junxuan reached out with his hands to move the locks ahead of them, but he found it difficult.

"Brat, you still lack a lot of arm strength, you need to continue practicing!" Wang Jinghao reached out a hand and picked up a stone lock. He placed it in the yard. Other than this, there was also a sandbag and a spear!

"This spear is so heavy!" Wu Junxuan raised his spear with both hands. It weighed about forty to fifty pounds, and the most important part was the heavy tip.

Wang Jinghao softly said, "This is for training Xing Yi Martial Arts. Xing Yi Martial Arts was originally called the Spear Fist. If you practice this, it can increase your strength."

Wu Junxuan carried the sandbag out and hung it on the iron frame in the yard as he used to practice.

Wang Jinghao raised the spear with both hands and waved it a few times as he practiced. Because he had not practiced for so many years, he was tired and was a bit out of breath.

"This thing can't be danced by ordinary people!" Wu Junxuan looked at the spear and muttered in his heart, "Martial Uncle, even if I am to train my strength, there is no need for such a heavy weapon!"

The ancient people of the battlefield killed the enemy. They were all clad in armor and wielding weapons. For example, Li Yuanba's pair of hammers weighed eight hundred pounds, and when it hit an enemy's body, they were either crippled or dead. The principle was the same.

"If you can easily wield this iron spear, then it would be as easy as turning my hand against ordinary people!" Wu Junxuan swung his spear a few times and threw it to the ground.

Weapons are an extension of the hands and feet, with the body as the main body, shoulders and hips, elbows and knees, hands and feet. The heart and the will, the will and the Qi, the Qi and the strength.

Xing Yi Martial Art was first developed from the Heart Six Paths. If one didn't practice the first form well, it would be very difficult to cultivate the strength. Therefore, if a master didn't teach the Xing Yi Martial Art, it would be very difficult to learn it on one's own.

Wu Junxuan lifted the stone lock forcefully with both hands. With these things, his strength would increase by several folds.

"Kid, you should slowly practice. I'm going to rest. Remember not to practice too late." Wang Jinghao turned around and walked into the room. When he swung the iron spears, Wang Jinghao had used all of his strength. His body was no longer as strong as it was in the past.

The next morning, the sky had just begun to brighten. Wu Junxuan was practicing his arm strength in the yard with a stone lock in his hands.

"Boom!" Wu Junxuan's right foot shot forward and his right hand thrust forward, releasing an explosive shout! Form and Will Boxing focused on taking the initiative to attack. If he attacked, he would be able to kill. This was the same as Baji Boxing, except that Form and Will Boxing belonged to the Internal Martial Arts and they used luck to stimulate the muscles and bones in the body to exert their strength.

"Big brother …" It's time to eat! " Wu Xiaoluo ran in from the front and placed the dishes on the table.

"Ah …" Wu Junxuan grunted and placed the stone lock on the ground before exhaling slowly.

"Big brother …" What are you lifting that stone for! "

"Silly girl, I'm training my arm strength, hurry up and eat!"

Wu Junxuan finished his breakfast and continued to practice in the courtyard. With Wang Jinghao's guidance, Wu Junxuan's strength training progressed quickly.

"Pay attention to your breathing. Follow my footwork as well. Don't use Stun Force, use Vitality!" Wu Junxuan's legs were tied with sandbags, moving one at a time. Although his punches looked somewhat clumsy, they contained a powerful force within.

When he took off the sandbag from his body, he felt as if his body had been reborn. He exerted all his strength into his legs and dashed out like a cheetah.

"Kid, how many times have you practiced these moves?"

"I've practiced it almost every day these days. I can't remember exactly how many times I've practiced it!"

Wang Jinghao walked in front of the sandbag and said in a stern voice, "Kid, use all your strength to hit the sandbag and blow the sandbag away!"

Wu Junxuan was slightly surprised and quickly said, "Uncle, this sandbag weighs more than 300 Jin, how can it be thrown out?"

"Nonsense!" Make a move... Use all your strength to do it! "

Wu Junxuan raised his left hand and struck out with it. From his waist to his shoulder, his elbow pierced through the air. The seemingly clumsy punch was like a landslide, striking the sandbag!

"Bam!" Like a balloon, the sandbag swung out and crashed into the wall behind it.

Wu Junxuan looked at his hands in surprise. His cultivation had improved by leaps and bounds in a short week. If this punch landed on a person, that person might not be able to survive.

But this was the way it was with regards to martial arts in the country. If one couldn't fight, it would be against the law! If one did not learn the fighting style, it would not be considered an official skill. However, if one did not learn the fighting style, they would not be qualified to practice the national skill. However, once one made a move, it would injure, or even kill.

In the Republic of China era, an expert in the art of martial arts, Li Shuwen, could kill anyone with a single move. He had killed and injured countless people in his life, and even he could not remember exactly how many enemies he had provoked.

Wang Jinghao nodded his head in satisfaction. He grabbed a teacup and said, "You have already grasped the power of Xing Yi Martial Arts, but you need to practice more. However, you cannot leave behind your own Eight Extreme Arts."

"Martial Uncle, I feel that although Xing Yi Martial Arts and Bajie Martial Arts have different opinions, the things they can learn are all the same."

"All martial arts in this world are just the bones of the muscles and bones. By cultivating this method, one can change their own bones so that they can be reborn!"

All the martial arts in the world were invincible. Only speed was unbreakable!

"There are fewer and fewer people who are cultivating national techniques now, so most of their traditional martial arts have been lost. I wonder if there will still be people who will practice it in the future, and how many things can still be passed on."

Wang Jinghao sighed and lit up the dry smoke in his hand, "I'll go ahead and take a look. You think about it yourself."

"I got it!"

Wu Junxuan raised his spear with both hands and began to slowly swing it according to the moves that Wang Jinghao had taught him. Although the moves were only a few simple movements, they had consumed half of his physical strength.