Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 377 - 334: Thousands of Troops and Horses Tied to One Man

Chapter 377: Chapter 334: Thousands of Troops and Horses Tied to One Man

In the darkness, rows of ice crystal characters emerged:

"The secret realm possesses its own independent flow of time."

"The first entry must consume your power."

"We have supplied the secret realm with all your Soul Power, willingness, and half of your Merit."

"Current remaining Soul Power: 2/35;"

"Remaining willingness: 0;"

"Remaining Merit: 28."

All the characters flashed and vanished.

All the darkness swiftly gathered together, turning into a striking line that disappeared from Wu Xiaode’s view.

The world manifested.

Wu Xiaode found himself standing at the entrance of a martial arts training hall.

On the vermillion-painted gates of the training hall, two lines of characters were written:

"First Challenge, Entry."

"You have chosen boxing as your primary combat method, yet you have never received orthodox boxing training, thus you must learn it from the beginning."

As soon as Wu Xiaode finished reading, the two lines of characters disappeared.

The gate opened.

A brawny man came out and gestured to Wu Xiaode.

"Master said someone outside has come, is that you?"

"... Yes."

"Come with me."

The brawny man led Wu Xiaode into the martial arts training hall and all the way to the training platform.

There, a middle-aged man with a long beard standing on the stage addressed the brawny man:

"You may step down."

"Yes, Master." The brawny man retreated.

"You, come up." the middle-aged man said.

Wu Xiaode did as he was told and stepped onto the stage.

"Don’t be nervous, this is our time and space, and you’ve been temporarily switched here from another time and space through the methods of the secret realm—from now on, I will teach you the basic boxing." the middle-aged man said.

"I thank you for your guidance. Today, I follow you in martial arts training, may I know how to address you?" Wu Xiaode bowed with his hands clasped together.

He could feel the fluctuations of Soul Power emanating from the other person.

The intensity of Soul Power was even weaker than his own.

But—

Some things couldn’t be judged by Soul Power alone.

There was something on the other person that he himself did not have, and it was something he had long yearned for.

Boxing inheritance!

At last.

He could formally learn boxing.

—This was his childhood dream.

"There’s no need to ask, there are countless others like me in the world. I teach you boxing for no other reason than hoping you will treat the countless others the same way in the future," the middle-aged man said.

Wu Xiaode bowed again and said, "I understand."

The middle-aged man took a few paces and asked, "How long have you studied boxing?"

"Three—no, four days," Wu Xiaode replied.

The middle-aged man looked surprised.

Wu Xiaode added, "I’ve received the teachings of a spirit, suddenly mastering boxing, and I’ve had quite a few practical battles these past days."

Then the middle-aged man nodded and said:

"Since a spirit has taught you, there won’t be any issues with the movements, but it is still an empty edifice without foundation."

"Please guide me further," Wu Xiaode said.

"All boxing begins with practice—if the foundation is not solid, even an empty edifice, no matter how magnificent, will have its day of collapse."

The middle-aged man pointed at a human-shaped training dummy and said, "Starting now, you will practice the straight punch here without using any Soul Power until you’ve completed ten billion punches."

Wu Xiaode replied, "Yes, but my time—"

"Don’t think about time. The power of the secret realm is with you, and when you go back, barely a few breaths of time would have passed," the middle-aged man said.

The Book of the Dead simultaneously displayed a line of ice crystal characters:

"There’s no need to worry about the passage of time."

With that, Wu Xiaode had nothing to worry about.

He walked over to the human-shaped training dummy, recalling the technique of the straight punch, and threw out a punch.

Thud.

The training dummy made a resonating sound.

"Given your physical condition, you need only eat once every two days, rest once every seven days, and you can sleep once every twelve days," the middle-aged man said.

"Understood," Wu Xiaode replied.

He continued to punch.

The middle-aged man watched for a while, then said, "Your punches cannot be too fast; do not rush for time, you need to feel each and every punch thoroughly."

"Understood."

Wu Xiaode stood in front of the training dummy, slowed down his pace, and kept punching.

The middle-aged man occasionally gave him pointers.

Days turned into months, and seasons gave way to years.

Year after year.

Whether facing fierce winds and heavy rain, or through heavy snowfall, Wu Xiaode remained in front of the dummy, punching continuously.

He kept striking punch after punch, and in the end, gradually forgot everything around him.

Time relentlessly marched on.

In the fifteenth year,

The middle-aged man appeared once more, watched for a while, and said:

"Now you may increase the speed of your punches."

"Understood,"

Wu Xiaode said.

Another ten years passed.

"Slow down your punches, slower than at the beginning."

"Understood."

Three more years went by.

One day, as Wu Xiaode was still punching,

"Stop."

Finally, the middle-aged man spoke.

Wu Xiaode stopped as instructed.

"You have completed ten billion punches," the middle-aged man said with a smile.

"Please continue to teach me the following boxing techniques," Wu Xiaode said.

"Do you know why I required you to throw a billion punches?" the middle-aged man asked.

"I do not." Wu Xiaode replied.

"In boxing, there’s a very simple truth—when the quantity of your practice reaches a certain level, your Fist will naturally stand out from the rest. This is the well-known ’quantitative change leads to qualitative change’," the middle-aged man said.

"Since everyone knows it, then everyone can do it." Wu Xiaode said.

"No, knowing is not the same as doing, taking action is the beginning of cultivation."

"Yes."

Wu Xiaode silently felt for a moment.

Now, the straight punch had become a part of his life, throwing a punch was like an instinct, the force, angle, point of impact, and effect of every punch were all completely clear in his mind.

"If a person doesn’t have much talent and cannot become a peerless master, but has gone through the transformation of quantity, they can still become a decent boxer."

"As for you—"

"You are the inheritor of the Human Emperor’s Fist, and I also trust that spirit’s judgment."

"Therefore, my requirements for you will be even stricter."

"Thank you for your guidance." Wu Xiaode said.

"Starting today, practice the jab, punching a billion times," the middle-aged man said.

"Yes."

Wu Xiaode took a step forward and started punching the target.

Time continued to pass.

Following that, he practiced hooks, jabs, swings, elbow strikes, and other various combat moves.

After all the movements were practiced, he then trained leg skills.

Finally, it was the combination punches.

Disciples of the martial arts gym came and went, but he always stayed there.

Occasionally, when he stopped to rest, those disciples would also speak of things in this world.

This world was one with demons.

Humans suffered greatly from the invasion of demons, enduring many hardships.

Thus, the martial arts gym was always full.

Everyone wanted to learn boxing, to protect themselves and their families in these troubled times.

Time elapsed.

Finally, one day—

Noises and endless fluctuations of magic rattled outside the martial arts gym.

Wu Xiaode was startled awake from his deep martial arts training.

The middle-aged man stood by his side.

"Sir, may I ask what has happened?" Wu Xiaode clasped his fists and asked.

"Demons are attacking—we’ll evacuate this place soon, but you don’t need to worry about it."

The middle-aged man continued, "In the past hundred years, your boxing has laid a solid foundation and established a firm groundwork. You will surely achieve greatness in the future; I have nothing more to teach you."

"—You may go."

Wu Xiaode fell silent.

He looked around and saw not a single disciple was left.

Everyone had left.

No.

Outside the martial arts gym, waves of a bloody scent drifted along with men’s roars, screams of agony, women’s cries of despair, sobbing, and shrieking.

Boom—

Tall buildings in the distance collapsed.

Flames lit up the sky.

Wu Xiaode watched for a few moments, then spoke:

"Master, I’m leaving."

"No need to call me Master," the middle-aged man shook his head and said.

"You’ve imparted boxing to me for the sake of countless people in the future; no matter what, you are my master," Wu Xiaode said.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "By that logic, you will have many masters in the future."

"The things the Master has taught me, I will pass on to the people in the future."

"Mm, that’s good, it won’t be in vain that I’ve taught you—go now."

Wu Xiaode turned around, slowly stepped off the platform, and walked towards the front door.

"Wait—the demons are already near the front door, don’t go out that way. Take the back door, leave our world," the middle-aged man called out loudly.

Wu Xiaode said, "I came through the front door, so naturally I will leave through the front door."

"The demons are too many, this city cannot be saved anymore, it would need an army to protect this place—so you won’t make it, and you will lose your life here, all that martial arts training would be for nothing," the middle-aged man urged earnestly.

An army...

Wu Xiaode smiled, donned his boxing gloves, and said softly:

"Not to conceal from my master, I learned martial arts for this very moment, whether it is life or death, if it’s used now, it will not have been in vain."

He pushed the door open.

Demons and devils filled the street outside.

Blood painted the view.

A three-meter-tall Demon Bull charged at the gym’s doors.

Wu Xiaode got into his fighting stance, stepped forward, and punched into the Void.

A straight punch.

With this punch, he had an epiphany.

The moment the punch was thrown, he could judge where the Demon Bull would be hit, the extent of the injury, subsequent reactions, and how to deal with it.

It was a simple but nearly unsolvable punch.

The Demon Bull ran headfirst into the punch, hitting dead center on its forehead. Its massive body shook and was actually suspended in mid-air.

—The subtlety of strength was almost miraculous.

Wu Xiaode, expressionless, punched again.

Straight punch, straight punch, straight punch, jab, hook, cross.

Each punch seemed ordinary but caused the Demon Bull to let out an earth-shattering scream. Its body rolled backward, knocking down countless demons along the way.

More demons turned their attention his way.

Wu Xiaode, undaunted, finished his punches and turned to the middle-aged man, bowing respectfully:

"Master."

"I couldn’t even afford tuition in the first half of my life, so I had to mingle on the streets."

"Now, fortunate to have learned martial arts from the Master, I have realized how to truly enter the world of boxing, and my gratitude is endless."

"Today, living beings suffer here. If there is no army to defend this city against the demons—"

"Then, disciple, I am that army."

After saying this, he walked out of the martial arts gym, heading toward the dense crowd of monsters on the long street.

With each step he took, a pair of bronze hands appeared behind him, shaping into fists.

Pair after pair of bronze hands emerged, forming fists and appearing in the Void behind him, arranging into the shape of blooming lotuses.

Countless bronze hands appeared behind him as if tens of thousands of human race masters from the future had come to fight alongside him.

Search the lightnovelworld.cc website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.