Lin Zhiqin's display instantly silenced the entire room.

The young people who had been laughing and joking with a nonchalant attitude immediately straightened up and became serious.

Lu Yuan was also quite surprised.

In the novels he had read in his previous life, there were descriptions of martial artists with different levels of strength and realm, some whose strikes sounded like firecrackers, some like thunder, and some making no sound at all.

He hadn't expected to witness it in real life.

The sound of Lin Zhiqin's shadowboxing just now was indeed as crisp as a firecracker, quite amazing.

"I wonder how the strength of martial artists in this world is classified. Is Lin Zhiqin considered strong?"

Lu Yuan compared Lin Zhiqin in his mind with the Coach Qin he had seen at the entrance of the martial arts school the day before, the one who had given him an immense sense of pressure and whom Cheng Peng greatly admired.

He felt that the latter was still more powerful.

Although Lin Zhiqin's gaze was also sharp, it didn't give him the same terrifying feeling that made him want to jump out of his skin.

However, his feeling might not be accurate, as he was a complete novice.

"You can only practice on the punching posts after you've mastered the fist techniques. Before that, everyone practices shadowboxing."

After saying that, Lin Zhiqin officially started the class.

As he had mentioned, he first taught everyone about strength training methods and techniques.

This part was relatively simple, consisting of exercises that were commonly practiced in school physical education classes.

Exercises like planks, crunches, leg raises, sit-ups, and push-ups, targeting different muscle groups in the body.

Lin Zhiqin had everyone perform each exercise, correcting any mistakes in their form, and then said, "You can also practice these exercises at home.

Start with two or three sets of each exercise, and as your physique improves, gradually increase the training intensity.

If you need any equipment, you're always welcome to use the training hall at the martial arts school.

Next, I'll teach you the basic combat movements."

Hearing Lin Zhiqin's last sentence, everyone's spirits were lifted, including Lu Yuan.

Many people had signed up for the martial arts class for this very moment.

"In the first stage of the course, you will learn basic fist techniques, leg techniques, and footwork.

I will teach you each of these three parts one by one.

Now, let's start with the fist techniques."

Without further ado, Lin Zhiqin began demonstrating.

"The basic movements of combat fist techniques include hooks, jabs, straight punches, uppercuts...

Hooks can be further divided into left hooks, left hooks to the head, left hooks to the body..."

Lin Zhiqin explained and demonstrated simultaneously.

The speed of each punch wasn't particularly fast, but when strung together, it still gave Lu Yuan a dazzling feeling.

Although the basic fist techniques seemed limited, there were actually quite a few variations when broken down.

Lu Yuan subconsciously wanted to take out his phone to record a video, afraid that he wouldn't be able to remember everything.

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But when he reached for his pocket, he realized that the martial arts uniform had no pockets, and his phone was still in his locker.

Fortunately, after finishing the demonstration, Lin Zhiqin said, "Next, I will break down each movement and teach them to you one by one. After you've learned all the movements, you can practice on your own."

The next step was the breakdown of each movement.

With his intelligence of 10, Lu Yuan's memory was not bad, even considered quite good.

Lin Zhiqin's teaching was also very detailed, so he could easily remember each fist technique.

The only difficulty he encountered was that his strength and constitution attributes were truly too low.

Many movements, though clear in his mind, would immediately become distorted when he tried to execute them.

He obviously wasn't the only one with this problem; many others were the same. Only one person's movements were relatively standard and proficient.

"Have you practiced before?"

Lin Zhiqin asked the person who was doing the best, a young man with a crew cut and a simple and honest demeanor.

The young man didn't deny it and readily admitted, "I learned boxing at another martial arts school for a while.

But the coach there wasn't skilled enough, and I beat him up after three months of training."

There was a hint of pride on the young man's face as he spoke.

Lin Zhiqin didn't say anything but simply nodded slightly, indicating that he would observe his performance further. If he was qualified, he could be allowed to move on to the second stage classes earlier.

After the breakdown of all the movements was complete, it was time for free practice.

At first, everyone practiced quite seriously. However, after Lin Zhiqin left the training room due to some matter, the group with the girl with the bun started joking around again.

"Siqi, what do you think of this punch? If I hit the manager in the face with it, will it knock his glasses askew?"

"Haha, I recorded that. I'll show it to the manager later."

"Don't! You're trying to kill me."

"Treat me to a meal, or someone's going to be in trouble..."

As one of the few women in the class, the girl with the bun attracted some attention from the other men with her every move.

And she seemed to enjoy the feeling of being constantly watched by so many people.

Lu Yuan, however, found it noisy.

"Why not try [Absolute Focus]?"

A thought suddenly popped into Lu Yuan's mind.

Although [Absolute Focus] was a skill under the [Student] profession, its effectiveness wasn't limited to just studying.

He decided to give it a try.

"Activate, [Absolute Focus]!"

In an instant, all the noise around Lu Yuan faded away.

The annoying flies buzzing around his ears vanished.

All that remained in Lu Yuan's mind were the movements of the basic fist techniques. His brain worked rapidly, like an efficient and precise machine, directing his body to continuously swing his arms and punch, constantly striving towards the most perfect standard in his memory.

"Got it, I'll remember to pick up my son."

Lin Zhiqin hung up the phone, straightened his uniform, and turned to walk back to the training room.

He wasn't in a good mood.

Teaching new students was a very tedious task, especially when there were troublemakers among them who constantly displayed a perfunctory and disrespectful attitude during class.

Generally speaking, teaching beginner classes wasn't something that a senior coach like him would do.

It was usually assigned to younger coaches or ordinary disciples of the martial arts school.

However, something had happened at home recently, and the sudden financial pressure had left him feeling overwhelmed. He had to swallow his pride and take on this kind of work for the sake of money.

"Haha, Sun Fei, are you using the 'turtle fist' style? If the coach comes back and sees how you've turned his teachings into this, he'll be furious!"

"Wow! That punch was awesome!"

"Damn, Zhang Shibin, are you serious?!"

Just as he reached the door, Lin Zhiqin heard the commotion inside.

He couldn't help but frown, his mood worsening.

He stopped at the doorway and coughed loudly twice.

"Quick, quick, the coach is back!"

Seeing him arrive, the group who had been playing around and watching the fun immediately dispersed, assuming stances for fist techniques.

Lin Zhiqin remained expressionless, his sharp gaze sweeping over the students who had been making noise, deliberately using his aura as a martial artist to exert greater pressure on them.

When the expressions on their faces became unnatural and their movements gradually awkward, he slowly withdrew his aura.

"I might as well let them practice on their own for the rest of this class and go have tea with Old Liu."

Lin Zhiqin decided to avoid seeing them and feeling annoyed.

But just as he was about to casually pick two people to give some pointers and then leave, a figure in the corner caught his attention.

"This..."

Lin Zhiqin's gaze fixed on one person, a hint of surprise in his eyes.