At dawn, a vibrant and colorful day that loves to greet those who strive and struggle.
This person is none other than Linven.
After a simple breakfast of bread and dry rations, he hurried off to train.
Training Grounds.
Linven blended into the crowd, practicing alongside everyone. He enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded by people, much like watching a sex movie, where a group gathers together, each striving, competing to see who can last the longest, ultimately finding pleasure in victory, not only releasing the body and mind but also satisfying vanity.
The people training alongside him had joined the Thunderhold Alliance around the same time. Without boasting, his Ox Demon Fist was the best among them, with the most standard movements and strength.
A novice nearby observed Linven, seeing such standard movements, and began to doubt his own, learning from the experience and adjusting his posture.
Learning from the best is no shame.
The instructor stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes sharp, quite satisfied with what he saw. Although the Ox Demon Fist practiced by these fellows was hardly impressive, it was actually quite good.
The Ox Demon Fist is a basic fist technique of the Thunderhold Alliance, mainly used for body tempering and qi training, and also a martial skill for killing, containing thirty-six moves, each with multiple variations.
Without immersing oneself in this martial skill, it's difficult to reach a profound level.
And now, it's only used by them for body tempering and qi training.
However, he was particularly drawn to a new gang member. Among the newcomers, his Ox Demon Fist was quite impressive, reaching the level of force entry.
Looking at his face, it was quite comparable to his own in his youth.
A good seedling!
While immersed in his training, Linven noticed a penetrating gaze. Following the gaze, he saw the instructor staring straight at him, with an expression like seeing a scantily clad, graceful beauty at a fish tank beauty pageant.
Admiration!
Oh no... I've been too outstanding, letting the other see the sparkle on me.
Damn excellence, completely at odds with my thoughts, wanting to cultivate in low profile without attracting any attention.
Just as he was lost in thought, his movements slightly faltered, and a set of Ox Demon Fist ended without increasing proficiency, wasting previous efforts.
It's normal for the instructor to take a few more glances when he finds an outstanding seedling among the new gang members.
Little did he know Linven's thoughts were so complex. Seeing the final mistake, he wasn't too surprised. An outstanding seedling occasionally making mistakes doesn't warrant blame, your excellence has long been noticed.
Here he comes, walking towards me.
Linven was on tenterhooks, fearing the instructor would say, "Outstanding young man, I see you have remarkable bones, a rare genius not seen in ten years. Become my disciple, and I'll lead you to the peak of life. Kowtow to me now, dare you refuse?"
This instructor was no pushover, once a top fighter of the Thunderhold Alliance, never hesitating to cut down others, having made significant contributions. Later, in a conflict, he was ambushed and severely injured, his hand tendons ruined, greatly reducing his strength. Unable to charge at the front lines, he retreated to the second line, becoming an instructor.
"You, stop," the instructor squinted, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes folding like a chrysanthemum in full bloom, scrutinizing Linven up and down, sending chills down his spine, with a feeling reminiscent of an old man pushing a cart.
"Instructor Zhang, what are your orders?" Linven was very respectful, knowing he was handsome, with a charm of eighty that should rank in the top three here, fearing Instructor Zhang would pat his head three times, telling him to come to his room at midnight to explore the meaning of life.
Instructor Zhang praised, "Your Ox Demon Fist is very well practiced, with standard movements and strength. I've been observing you for a while, among all the new gang members, you practice the best."
"It's all thanks to Instructor Zhang's excellent teaching and daily supervision, how could I waste your efforts," Linven dared not say the instructor's words were nonsense, even a fool could see I practice the best, when it's time to release the rainbow, don't hold back.
Instructor Zhang was pleased!
"In such a short time, reaching the level of force entry in the Ox Demon Fist relies not just on effort, but also on talent. It's rare for the Thunderhold Alliance to have a disciple like you who is both hardworking and talented. In time, you will surely become a pillar."
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He did not stint on praise.
Linven felt a bit light-headed, having hidden so deeply yet still being seen through.
Indeed, gold shines wherever it is.
Suddenly.
Instructor Zhang's hand landed on Linven's shoulder, startling him. Without saying much, was he ready to start?
"Don't move, let me check your bones."
Encountering such a good seedling, Instructor Zhang wanted to assess Linven's bones, if they were good, he would be worth focusing on.
Linven felt Instructor Zhang's hand had a magical quality, like a built-in vibrator, making his whole body tingle. With such skills in his previous life, he would definitely be the top in the massage industry, the little darling in the hearts of countless women.
At this moment.
Instructor Zhang's facial expression changed slightly, gradually becoming serious, then surprised, as if saying...
Eh!
Impossible!
His expression was rich and colorful, with a high level of performance artistry.
The surrounding new gang members cast envious glances, wishing they could be so caressed by the instructor.
"Instructor Zhang, how are my bones?" Linven asked knowingly.
"In the path of cultivation, bones are secondary, the most important are perseverance and belief. Practice diligently, do not waste your time," Instructor Zhang avoided mentioning the bones, saying it would be slapping his own face.
Linven humbly said, "Thank you, Instructor Zhang, for your teachings, I will keep them in mind."
"Practice well," Instructor Zhang turned and left, puzzled, impossible, could I really have misjudged? Having traveled the martial world for decades, I've long developed the ability to judge bones by sight, even if wrong, it should be close, but this is too far off.
Unable to figure it out, feeling annoyed, he habitually picked his nose to soothe his mood, passing by a practicing gang member, placing his hand on his shoulder, praising a few words, his index finger subtly twisting a few times on the other's clothes.
The praised new gang member was ecstatic, clearly unaware that his clothes were the real heroes.
Linven deeply felt the malice of the world.
Previously interested in me, after touching then indifference.
Thinking of the earlier intentional mistake to avoid being too dazzling, resulting in no increase in proficiency, his heart ached.
What if there was a billion-fold critical hit?
Alas!
"Continue hard！"
Instructor Zhang stood with his hands behind his back, motionless like a statue, thinking he had found a good seedling, but it turned out he had misjudged, a pity, with such a spirit of effort but without slightly better talent, achievements are limited.
He glanced at Linven again, the young man's Ox Demon Fist was really good.
Although Linven had the system, the system's level wasn't high, he couldn't comfortably enjoy the convenience brought by the system. To be honest, he always felt that the system was like digitizing the cultivation situation, giving a little sweetness when there was progress.
Like getting a reward from dad for scoring a hundred on a test.
Still relying on his own efforts!
[Notification: Triggered fourfold critical hit!]
[Notification: Ox Demon Fist proficiency +4!]
...
[Notification: Ox Demon Fist proficiency +1!]
Training is so boring, occasionally a critical hit adds a bit of fun.
At lunch, the Thunderhold Alliance provided meals, good treatment, a mix of fish and meat, eating like a battle, no one chewed slowly. When he first arrived, he cared about his image, feeling that these people eating so rudely was a desecration of the food, if seen by a beauty, wouldn't she be disgusted? Later that day he didn't get much meat, starving all afternoon.
From then on, he completely let go, regardless of whether there was a beauty, even if a beauty stood in front of him, he could slap her away, don't hinder me from grabbing meat.
Training is about consuming energy, when hungry, wishing to eat dirt.
After finishing, most people would find a flat place to rest for a while, or chat, but he always practiced immediately, time is limited, wasting a second is a second.
As the sun set behind the western hills.
Linven was drenched in sweat, his clothes soaked, few people struggled like him, resting for a while was harmless, but he knew that without effort, he would be beaten.