For five or six consecutive days, Bidegla was pushed to break his own limits every other day, resulting in significant progress. Initially, he could only manage to run a little over a hundred laps. However, after five or six days, he could effortlessly run a thousand laps with little to no challenge. Bidegla himself was astonished by his own progress. Running over a thousand laps, which equates to over ten kilometers, in less than two hours is an achievement that most ordinary people would find impossible.
As he continued to push his limits, his running speed had also increased significantly. He now felt light as a feather, almost as if he were flying rather than running.
"On your current level of ability, you are ready to practice Xingyi Quan. Now, come and attack me using your newfound speed," said Guijianchou on the seventh day, not allowing Bidegla to continue running, but instead instructing him to attack.
Bidegla was well aware of Guijianchou's formidable strength, so he did not hesitate to attack, fully aware that he would not be able to harm his opponent.
With great speed, he threw a punch at Guijianchou, which would be impossible for an ordinary person to dodge. However, Guijianchou was so fast that Bidegla's punch only hit a shadow, not even touching Guijianchou's clothes.
"Speed up," commanded Guijianchou. Suddenly, a tremendous force struck Bidegla's back, knocking him to the ground.
"F**k," Bidegla exclaimed, infuriated by Guijianchou's punch. He quickly got up from the ground and threw another punch.
"Too slow," another punch struck Bidegla's back, sending him tumbling.
"Still too slow."
"Speed up."
This continued for several more days, with Bidegla engaging in daily battles with Guijianchou, always ending up on the losing end. Guijianchou's movement was so fast that even Bidegla's power of insight could not detect any trace of him. It was as if Guijianchou did not exist in that space and time, leaving Bidegla defenseless.
Despite constantly being beaten, Bidegla made significant progress. Although he still couldn't hit his opponent, he managed to reduce the number of times he was beaten each day.
After a few more days, he was able to hold his own in battle against Guijianchou. His speed and reaction time had greatly improved, and even his visual acuity had strengthened.
"Alright, it's time to practice Xingyi Quan," said Guijianchou around the eleventh day, finally ready to truly teach Bidegla the art. Xingyi Quan requires high speed, a qualification Bidegla had almost achieved, and his punching speed had also improved in the past few days, making him ready to practice the art.
Xingyi Quan emphasizes speed over strength. While strength may not increase significantly, once speed is enhanced, the art becomes just as formidable.
Moreover, the training over the past ten days had propelled Bidegla's cultivation to the mid-stage of external power, with progress in various aspects.
Teaching Xingyi Quan is a systematic process, and fortunately, Guijianchou's cultivation far surpassed Bidegla's, allowing him to point out many shortcomings for Bidegla to amend. In just five days, Guijianchou ceased his teaching, as Bidegla had thoroughly mastered Xingyi Quan under external power.
His progress has been rapid, with a learning speed that far surpasses others. What takes others at least a month to master, Bidegla has achieved in just half a month. His foundation in Xingyi Quan is now solid, thanks to the intense training of the past ten days.
As the saying goes, "as you sow, so shall you reap."
"From now on, do not neglect the practice of Xingyi Quan, as it is closely related to your future combat effectiveness," said Gu Jianchou, looking at Bidegla with a solemn expression.
"I understand," nodded Bidegla, then took his phone and clothing from Gu Jianchou's hands.
Having nearly completed his training in Xingyi Quan, he no longer needed to stay. He could return home. But before doing so, there was something he needed to clarify. He stopped Gu Jianchou and asked, "Master, is it true that Senior Buzer's cultivation cannot advance to the level of inner strength?"
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Bidegla vividly remembered the bitter expression on Stuart Buzer's face when he said he couldn't advance to the level of inner strength. He felt the need to ask on his behalf.
"His issue?" Gu Jianchou was momentarily surprised by Bidegla's question, then said, "He has long passed the prime age for cultivation. In his thirties and still unable to reach inner strength, there is little room for further growth."
In the fantasy novels Bidegla had read before, people often said that the prime age for cultivation was in one's twenties and thirties. But this was reality, and in one's thirties, they had entered middle age, with little possibility for further growth.
"Master, is there no way to help him?" Bidegla asked persistently.
"No," Gu Jianchou shook his head, then said, "His bone structure has fixed, and it's beyond anyone's help, including mine."
Gu Jianchou's decisive words made Bidegla sympathize with Stuart Buzer. Although he appeared very powerful now and could hardly find worthy opponents, the drawbacks of not reaching inner strength would become increasingly apparent over time.
"I am not unwilling to help you, but I really can't think of a way," Bidegla couldn't help but shake his head.
"By the way," suddenly Bidegla seemed to recall something and said, "Master, last time, you even healed a severed arm. So, isn't his problem not a big deal?"
"Ha ha," Gu Jianchou only smiled calmly at Bidegla's words and said, "If he practices our techniques, using both internal and external force, there is indeed a chance to help him advance to inner strength. However, I will not take him as a disciple."
"Isn't he already your disciple?"
"He is not my true disciple, and I absolutely will not teach him our techniques. Let's not mention this matter again," Gu Jianchou suddenly swung his sleeve and his voice turned cold.
"I cannot teach you my techniques either. If you do, I will sever our master-disciple relationship directly," Gu Jianchou's indifferent gaze sent a chill down Bidegla's spine.
The gaze was so intimidating that Bidegla felt as if he had just walked through the gates of hell.
"If there's a chance, I will lend him a hand, but taking him as a disciple is out of the question. Otherwise, don't blame me for not cherishing our master-disciple relationship," leaving these words behind, Gu Jianchou returned to his seclusion, ignoring Bidegla.
The strict control over these techniques made Bidegla deeply aware of their value. It was not an overstatement to say that these techniques were kept under lock and key.
If it weren't for Gu Jianchou's words, Bidegla might have actually considered passing on the "Nine Nine Returning Yuan" technique to Stuart Buzer. But now, he dared not entertain such thoughts.
Because he could tell that if he did this, he might truly be expelled from the school. If there's anyone to blame, it's Stuart Buzer for not being able to make Gu Jianchou a true disciple of the inner sect.
Shaking his head, Bidegla forcibly suppressed all his thoughts and found Stuart Buzer to bid him farewell before returning to the villa.
It's been half a month since he last went back. Bidegla was very eager to see Jennie Laura and the others. He missed them greatly, as one day apart felt like three autumns.
Opening his phone, Bidegla glanced at it and saw that there were already fifty missed calls, mostly from Tara Lassen. This was quite surprising. Bidegla quickly called her back and heard Tara Lassen's voice, filled with tears.
"Honey..." Tara Lassen's voice came through the phone, filled with tears. Just from her voice, Bidegla could tell that she must be in a very distressed state.
"What happened?" Bidegla asked softly.
"My dad was set up, he's bankrupt, and he owes a ton of debt. He's about to go to jail," Tara Lassen said with tears in her voice.
"Don't worry, where are you? I'll come find you right away." Bidegla couldn't just sit back and do nothing when Tara Lassen's family was in such trouble, even though he didn't know the full extent of the situation.
"How could this have happened?" After Tara Lassen finished speaking, she hung up the phone, looking very upset.
Originally, Bidegla was in a hurry to return to the villa, but now that Tara Lassen's family had such a big problem, he turned and headed to the People's Hospital.
After about ten minutes, Bidegla's Lamborghini was parked stably at the hospital entrance, where Tara Lassen and a few nurses were already waiting for him.
Tara Lassen's eyes were red and swollen, clearly she hadn't stopped crying in the past few days. The nurses by her side were constantly comforting her.
"What's going on?" Bidegla asked when he approached Tara Lassen.
"Wow!" Suddenly, the nurses around Tara Lassen gasped and looked at Bidegla with starry eyes. They had seen Bidegla come out of the Lamborghini and were certain that he was a rich second generation.
They had heard about Tara Lassen's boyfriend, but they didn't expect him to be so wealthy. Now they were envious of Tara Lassen's luck in finding a young and wealthy boyfriend. But when they thought about Tara Lassen's recent situation, their envy turned into sympathy. A good family had unexpectedly faced such a huge change. If they hadn't been with Tara Lassen day and night these past few days, they would have doubted whether she would suddenly want to jump off a building.
"Sir, since you're here, we'll leave her in your care. She's in a terrible state right now, so please try to comfort her," a nurse said before leaving with her colleagues. They were just ordinary nurses at the hospital, and staying here for so long might make others think they were neglecting their duties.
"Thank you for all your assistance these past few days. When you have the time, I would like to treat you to a meal." Bidegla greeted the nurses before offering his arm to help Tara Lassen towards his car.