Chapter 4: I Refuse to Practice the "National Ninth Set of Radio Gymnastics" Even If It Kills Me

Wang Teng had come to the Xingwu Martial Arts Hall originally to train.

But now, he was busy picking up attributes.

He felt like a scavenger, diligently picking up things that others had dropped.

He had observed earlier that the transparent bubbles on the ground were dropped by the martial arts hall's students during their training.

There were many students training in the hall, so there were many attribute bubbles being dropped as well.

However, one thing made Wang Teng's heart ache.

The bubbles had a time limit; they would disappear after a few minutes.

Just a moment ago, he had been dazed for a while, and several bubbles had vanished. It broke his heart; he felt like he had lost hundreds of millions.

The students continued to train, occasionally dropping a few attribute bubbles.

Wang Teng picked them up with great delight, his attributes rising rapidly as if they were free.

A martial disciple instructor saw him running around the training hall like a headless chicken and finally couldn't stand it anymore, calling him over.

"Hey, hey, that student, you came to the martial arts hall, why aren't you training properly? What are you running around for?"

"Teacher, I just arrived today, so I'm seeing how everyone trains. The ancients said, 'Among any three people, there must be one who is my teacher.' I'm just learning from everyone here."

Wang Teng looked at the instructor and spouted nonsense with a grin.

"Just arrived? Then come here. I'll teach you the [National Ninth Set of Radio Calisthenics] first. You don't know anything yet, so watching is useless. Learn the basics first," the instructor said.

Wang Teng thought about it and felt it made sense; this instructor was quite responsible.

He took one last reluctant look at the attribute bubbles that had just dropped in the training hall, feeling as if another few hundred million had just slipped away from him.

"Teacher, what is the [National Ninth Set of Radio Calisthenics]?" Wang Teng walked over and asked curiously.

"The [National Ninth Set of Radio Calisthenics] is a scientific body-refining method developed by the state, combining the basic body-refining techniques of the Star Martial Continent."

As the instructor spoke, he turned on the sound system.

"The National Ninth Set of Radio Calisthenics—Martial Youth, starting now!"

Wang Teng froze!

The music started—it was that familiar flavor, along with those familiar preparatory movements.

"Watch closely!"

The tall, sturdy instructor was at least 1.8 meters tall with terrifyingly muscular physique. He looked serious as he performed the preparatory movements.

Wang Teng was stunned!

The instructor had already begun the radio calisthenics along with the music.

"First movement, stretching exercise, one, two, three, four, two, two, three, four..."

"Second movement, chest expansion exercise, one, two, three, four, two, two, three, four..."

"Third movement, leg kicking exercise, one, two, three, four, two, two, three, four..."

Wang Teng stared blankly at him, a stampede of thousands of alpacas running wild in his mind, impossible to stop.

What the hell kind of radio calisthenics is this!

Although he noticed that even though the names were the same, the movements were much more complex, and some high-difficulty moves had very high requirements for the body.

It seemed... it really could serve as body-refining?

But this music, this rhythm, this familiar feeling—it was just so embarrassing!

"How about it? Did you see it clearly? If not, I'll demonstrate it for you again!"

The music stopped, and the instructor slowly finished his movements, letting out a long breath. Sweat beaded on his forehead; the [National Ninth Set of Radio Calisthenics] had an amazing effect.

"Teacher, I saw it clearly!" Wang Teng nodded quickly, fearing he might actually do it again.

Looking at his eager expression, it was very likely he would do what he said; he wasn't joking.

"Oh, it seems your memory is quite good. It took me three times to memorize it back then," the instructor said with some disappointment.

Damn, what's with that disappointed look!

You've actually gotten addicted to doing calisthenics!

Wang Teng sent the instructor away like he was getting rid of a plague, letting him go bother other students, who were all very willing.

Whatever [National Ninth Set of Radio Calisthenics], I, Wang Teng, will absolutely not practice it, even if it kills me!

In this life, I can only rely on picking up attributes to become stronger!

Taking advantage of the instructor's distraction, Wang Teng continued his great cause of picking up attributes.

[Strength * 2]

[Speed * 1]

[Comprehension * 0.2]

...

[Basic Fist Technique * 5]

...

Wang Teng was very happy. He had picked up a lot of strength and speed attributes. He hadn't tested them yet, so he didn't know to what extent his strength had reached, but as he wandered around the training hall, he clearly felt his speed had increased significantly, accidentally darting several meters away.

The [Comprehension] attribute was a bit scarce, and they were all zero-point-something; it took several to add up to a single point.

"If [Comprehension] increases, does that mean I'll become smarter? I don't really feel anything," Wang Teng thought to himself.

Wait!

[Basic Fist Technique * 5]?!

A bubble different from the previous ones was absorbed by Wang Teng, and suddenly, a wealth of memories regarding fist techniques appeared in his mind.

"Basic Fist Technique, I know it now?" Wang Teng found it incredible.

At the martial disciple stage, one does not possess Origin Power and cannot practice Origin Power combat skills.

Therefore, the state summarized many basic combat skills, including footwork, fist techniques, sword techniques, saber techniques, and so on.

Then they promoted them so that everyone could practice.

Wang Teng looked at a young man in his twenties not far away who was practicing basic fist techniques, his eyes shining.

Although he had learned the Basic Fist Technique, he clearly wasn't proficient yet; he just knew it. It was very rough, equivalent to the level of an ordinary person who had practiced for four or five days.

However, picking up more [Basic Fist Technique] attributes should increase his proficiency, right?

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The young man struck the sandbag forcefully, causing it to sway left and right, each punch leaving a dent in the sandbag.

"Strong!"

"As expected, being a martial artist is the way to go."

"Why isn't it dropping... Oh, it dropped, it dropped, it dropped again!"

Wang Teng was excited. He secretly crept up from behind, inadvertently picked up the attributes, and slipped away.

[Basic Fist Technique * 7]

[Strength * 5]

"This guy has potential! Lots of potential!" Wang Teng exclaimed.

His Basic Fist Technique was indeed more proficient now!

After waiting for a while and seeing that the other person wasn't dropping any more attributes, Wang Teng had to turn to other students; after all, he couldn't focus on one and neglect the others.

Only children make choices.

Adults want it all!

I, Wang Teng, am an adult!

...

[Basic Footwork * 2]

The outer perimeter of the training hall was a track, like a playground.

A fat man ran past on the track like a gust of wind, blowing Wang Teng's hair.

A bubble dropped behind his butt.

Confirmed by his physique, he was a flexible fat man!

"Hmm? Basic Footwork!!"

Wang Teng picked up the attribute and was suddenly startled. Another basic combat skill, and it was footwork! This luck was a bit lucky.

The fat man ran tirelessly, bubbles dropping one after another behind him as if a hen were laying eggs.

"So many!"

Wang Teng was shocked again. Adhering to the principle of never wasting anything, he followed behind him, picking them up as he ran.

The newly added speed attribute played its role, supporting Wang Teng as he hung behind the fat man, running quite happily.

[Speed * 1]

[Speed * 1]

[Speed * 1]

[Basic Footwork * 3]

[Speed * 1]

...

"Ha~ ha~ ha... Why are you following me?" The fat man stopped, panting, and glared at Wang Teng.

"Who's following you? I'm practicing footwork, don't be so narcissistic," Wang Teng glared back.

"You..."

"What about me?"

"Damn, I'm not running anymore. Go run by yourself." The fat man was furious but could do nothing about Wang Teng.

"Don't be like that, run a bit more. I think you have a bright future, don't give up easily!" Wang Teng urged him to stay.

"..." The fat man.