I practice martial arts by adding skill points in modern city
Chapter 47: 【044】First Encounter with Dark Force

Chapter 47: 【044】First Encounter with Dark Force

"I’ve transferred the money to you, Brother Hu. Let’s add each other on WeChat. If you’re interested in making money, you can find me on WeChat."

Without blinking an eye, Zheng Dongliang transferred 200,000 yuan to Wang Longhu and drove him back to Chang Keng Ding.

Seeing the brand-new six figures in his account balance, Wang Longhu felt very bewildered.

This was the first time he realized how easy it was to earn money in this world, as long as you had enough strength and the right connections.

After saying goodbye to Zheng Dongliang, Wang Longhu returned home and turned on the light. Staring at the 200,000 yuan transfer, he fell silent.

Of course, he lacked money; otherwise, he wouldn’t have tried to earn money by streaming on Douyin.

And now, 200,000 yuan has fallen like a trap from the sky, enough for Wang Longhu to indulge in feasting and revelry for a while without worrying about money.

The words of Zheng Dongliang still lingered in Wang Longhu’s ears, constantly tempting his heart.

Should I take another job and earn a bit more money?

With my skills, earning hundreds of thousands shouldn’t be a problem.

After thinking for a long time, Wang Longhu shook his head and said to himself with a firm tone, "Since money is no longer a problem, there’s no need for me to waste time earning more. It’s most important to focus entirely on practicing martial arts. Life is just a few short years, and I haven’t even crossed the threshold of Dark Force; how can I be distracted by other things?"

Practicing martial arts requires concentration. Once you’re entangled by worldly matters, it will affect your state of mind and delay your martial arts training.

The old monk had told Wang Longhu before that he had seen many martial artists practice martial arts from a young age, training in a dull environment for ten years like one day, with undivided attention, yielding fast results.

But after the 21st century, with the rise of bars, KTVs, clubs, and various entertainment facilities, some martial artists got involved and were completely trapped, unable to muster the spirit to practice martial arts anymore.

As a saying goes: One can endure darkness only if they have never seen the light.

The temptations of the mundane world corrode the heart like decay gnawing at bone; once a martial artist is ensnared, they can’t extricate themselves.

Luxury, lust, wealth, and arrogance corrupt one’s nature. If one can’t concentrate on practicing martial arts, it’s hard to achieve significant accomplishments.

[Name: Wang Longhu]

[Strength: 1.26 (+)]

[Physique: 1.83 (+)]

[Spirit: 0.95 (+)]

[Skills: Basic Fitness Lv3 (3/300), Santi Form Lv3 (30/300), Xingyi Boxing Lv2 (150/200), Lightweight Skill Lv3 (0/300)]

[Potential Points: 0.14]

Looking at his panel, Wang Longhu allocated all the unused potential points to physique. Even though the confrontation with the four people was brief, it still made Wang Longhu feel as if he had worked out for several hours, feeling exhausted.

With this 0.14 point added, he immediately felt as if all exhaustion was washed away, his body and mind becoming incredibly refreshed.

All over his body, from head to groin, limbs, and torso, something seemed to be constantly converging, then flowing toward the abdomen in the center of his body.

Gurgle, gurgle.

Clutching his stomach, Wang Longhu suddenly felt like his viscera were twisting, as if being chopped by a thousand knives and pricked by ten thousand needles, unbearably painful.

He hurriedly grabbed some paper and ran to the backyard toilet. In an instant, it was like thunder and lightning, with crackling noises louder than Ming Jin blatantly echoing from the toilet, resonating several meters around.

At this moment, Wang Longhu felt as if his soul had left his body, his Primordial Spirit about to transcend, with an indescribable sense of lightness and comfort all over.

Getting up and glancing back, Wang Longhu quickly walked out of the toilet, unable to bear the sight. He could never have imagined that his body could expel so much waste.

"Could this be the detoxifying and purifying effect only achieved when one reaches a high level in martial arts practice?" Wang Longhu wondered as he walked back into the house, under the old-style chandelier.

He noticed that his skin had somehow become as flawless as jade, feeling incredibly smooth to the touch, unlike normal human skin texture.

"I remember the old monk saying that internal boxing martial artists refine energy to nourish spirit, focusing on internal cultivation. Although the body isn’t as tough or resilient as that of external boxing practitioners, once you reach the pinnacle, your skin becomes like jade, flawless, with minimal sweating,

although I have a panel to see the increased proficiency, I don’t think I’ve reached this level so quickly. It’s probably because I’ve increased my physique to 1.97 points," Wang Longhu mused.

The panel merely serves as an auxiliary tool, allowing Wang Longhu to constantly monitor his martial arts progress.

The true key lies in the potential points enhancing Wang Longhu’s own attributes.

The ultimate goal of martial arts training is to continuously exceed one’s physical limits, thereby exerting greater force and running faster, with both having similar methodologies.

If you don’t have strength as support, no matter how well you master Xingyi, Tai Chi, Tongbei, Ba Ji, and other boxing techniques, you can’t beat a strongman.

Having just made a breakthrough, Wang Longhu felt delighted, and with his improved physique, there was a continuous surge of vitality in his body.

He didn’t bother going to bed according to human biological rhythms, instead heading directly to the training room to practice Xingyi Boxing.

Though Chen Wen had taught Wang Longhu the Santi Form, Five Elements Fist, and Twelve Forms Fist, even if he had reached Lv2, he couldn’t claim to have truly mastered this internal boxing.

Huaxia martial arts might look like a thin book, but once you get into it, you’ll find the book adds a few pages every day, seemingly endless, offering new insights and discoveries each time you practice.

Practicing Xingyi Boxing, images of the encounter with the four strong men tonight flashed in Wang Longhu’s mind.

Every move, every stance was vividly replayed like a slideshow in Wang Longhu’s mind.

Many details unnoticed at the time and unnecessary moves were critically self-reflected by Wang Longhu.

"This punch should be thrown like this; if that person’s Bajiquan elbow strike was well-practiced, my horizontal punch might have been a step slower, and I’d have been the one knocked back."

Closing his eyes, Wang Longhu murmured to himself while rapidly practicing, as if a hidden, invisible opponent was sparring with him in his mind.

Each punch and palm strike resounded sharply, transforming his palm into a fist, the five fingers acting like compressed springs, swinging with a slight explosive snap.

The essence of martial arts isn’t in flashy boxing and routines, not in rigidly confronting an opponent move by move, nor in sparring for dozens of rounds without result.

The true essence of martial arts is swift killing, to attack the opponent’s weak points with the fastest speed and most efficient methods, aiming to maim or even kill your opponent.

In chaotic times, martial arts were originally about killing.

Throat, chest, eyes—these are the best targets.

Wang Longhu launched a straight punch, stepped forward, retracted the punch, turned to sweep his elbow, while the other hand delivered a Cannon Fist strike.

He was like a ferocious dragon, pressing forward with overwhelming momentum, the Five Elements Fist paired with the Twelve Forms Fist, attacking ferociously like a storm, imposing in strength.

Seeing he had reached the wall, facing the cement wall of his grandmother’s house, Wang Longhu, with concentrated energy and Spirit, didn’t dodge, drew his hand to his side, and instantly delivered his longest-practiced Half-Step Beng Fist.

Bam!

The punch landed on the wall, and at that moment, Wang Longhu’s hair stood on end as if electrocuted, then quickly relaxed and softened.

Retracting his fist, the hard cement wall had a fist imprint two to three centimeters deep, with several visible pinholes, the edges of the imprint intact and uncracked.

"This is... Dark Force!" Wang Longhu realized, exclaiming in delight.

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