Chapter 7: Wool-gathering, Wool-gathering

Chapter 7: Shearing, shearing the wool...

After practicing with the sword for a while, Wang Teng returned it to the weapon room.

He switched to practicing boxing after coming out.

The student who had been practicing swordplay shook his head again upon seeing this. Martial arts cultivation is about refinement, not quantity.

For Wang Teng to practice sword techniques for two rounds and then switch to boxing was inferior to focusing on just one; otherwise, he would surely end up failing to master either by the end.

"This newcomer, he's diligent enough, but a bit of a fool."

Wang Teng had no idea he had been labeled a "fool."

He practiced his boxing techniques for two rounds and felt that his grasp of the basic boxing style had become a bit more proficient. Hmm, the results were not bad.

Turning his head, he saw a tall figure standing to the side with arms crossed.

It looked like he had been watching for a while.

"Teacher, when did you arrive? Why didn't you say anything? You scared me."

This figure was the martial disciple instructor who had taught Wang Teng the [National Ninth Set of Broadcast Gymnastics] last night. Seeing him still made Wang Teng’s scalp tingle a little.

"Young man, I've been watching you for a while. Your punches, not bad!" The instructor gave Wang Teng a thumbs up.

"Thank you for the compliment!"

Wang Teng felt embarrassed and said, "Teacher, my name is Wang Teng. I don't know your name yet?"

"My name is Peng Hai. You don't need to call me teacher; just call me Senior Brother Peng," said Peng Hai.

"Senior Brother Peng." Wang Teng followed suit readily, then asked, "Did you come this early too?"

"My talent isn't enough. I'm over twenty and still a high-level martial disciple; I can only rely on hard work," Peng Hai said with a sigh.

Wang Teng suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Hahaha, don't mind me, I was just venting. Wang Teng, you have good talent and are willing to work hard. I believe that in less than three years, you will definitely become a martial artist. Keep it up!" Peng Hai encouraged him.

Three years?

No, three days should be enough!

Wang Teng thought to himself, but he could only nod and say, "I will work hard, Senior Brother Peng!"

"Alright, I'm going to the third floor to train. Other high-level martial disciples will be responsible for guiding you today. Of course, if you have any questions, you can find me at any time," Peng Hai said.

"What a warm-hearted senior brother!"

Wang Teng watched him head to the third floor and couldn't help but exclaim.

Not long after, students arrived one after another, and the training hall gradually became lively.

"Senior Brother."

"Morning, Senior Brother!"

"Senior Sister, you look so beautiful today!"

...

Acquaintances greeted each other and then began their respective cultivation. Everyone's time was precious, and they were racing against the clock.

Wang Teng looked at them and suddenly felt that these students were like fluffy, fat sheep. They had so much wool on them—wool that could never be fully sheared.

"How wonderful!" A smile like that of an old father couldn't help but appear on the corners of his mouth.

Once they get fat, they can be slaughtered... pfft, pfft, such good sheep shouldn't be slaughtered; they must be sheared continuously.

As everyone began their intense training, various attribute bubbles fell one after another.

Soon, the training hall turned into an ocean of bubbles.

Wang Teng wandered through it happily.

"I am a wool-gatherer, shearing, shearing the wool..."

He didn't dare to actually sing this song for fear of being beaten to death, so he just silently made a fortune while singing in his heart.

If there were a notification sound at this moment, it would definitely be like this

[Strength*2] dropped ahead, [Speed*6] dropped ahead. You picked them up, and your strength and speed have improved!

[Basic Boxing*2] dropped ahead. You picked it up, and your basic boxing is more proficient!

[Comprehension*1] dropped ahead, [Constitution*3] dropped ahead. You picked them up, and your comprehension and constitution have improved!

...

There were even more people training on Saturday than last night.

Wang Teng had completely underestimated the number of attributes everyone dropped, or rather, he had underestimated how hard everyone was working.

The harder the students trained, the greater the probability of dropping attributes.

It was like milking; the harder you pull, the more you get.

A whole day passed, and he had actually completed the transition from a low-level martial disciple to a mid-level martial disciple.

Whether it was strength, speed, or constitution, he had broken through the threshold standards of a mid-level martial disciple without any exaggeration.

Not only that, his basic boxing, basic footwork, and basic swordplay had all reached the "Minor Accomplishment" stage!

Combat techniques can be divided by proficiency into: Rough, Proficient, Minor Accomplishment, Great Accomplishment, and Subtle...

Reaching "Proficient" meant one could already exert the proper power of a combat technique, while "Minor Accomplishment" offered more advantages, with power at least twice as strong.

And if one reached "Great Accomplishment" or even "Subtle," the power would be several times greater.

In addition, Wang Teng had also obtained [Basic Blade Technique] and pushed it to the "Proficient" level.

The harvest was not insignificant.

In the evening, it was dinner time.

The students had been training all day and were already starving, so they packed up and left the training hall one after another.

At this moment, Wang Teng was in a corner verifying his gains.

Holding a black iron sword, he coordinated it with his footwork, leaping and shifting, swinging the long sword and causing the air to tear.

The young man who had been practicing swordplay in the morning was returning his sword and walking out of the weapon room.

He happened to pass by Wang Teng and took an inadvertent look.

"This, this..."

He was completely shocked, his mouth wide open. He rubbed his eyes hard, as if suspecting he was hallucinating.

"This is definitely not a 'Proficient' level basic sword technique. Minor Accomplishment, it must be Minor Accomplishment!"

He himself was at the "Proficient" level; although he hadn't reached "Minor Accomplishment," he still had the eye for it.

But how was this possible? In the morning, when he watched Wang Teng train, he was just a beginner, and his swordplay was very rough.

A day passed, and now it had reached "Minor Accomplishment"!

This must be a joke, right?

Could there really be such a genius in the world?

He felt like he was doubting his life. He had mocked the guy for being a fool in the morning, but thinking about it now, it seemed somewhat ridiculous.

"Crazy! Crazy!"

The young man looked dejected, shook his head with a bitter smile, and walked out of the training hall.

Wang Teng hadn't even noticed the existence of such a person. He had practiced his blade, sword, boxing, and footwork once, and his whole body felt a sense of fluidity.

"Hoo!"

He slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air and returned the weapon to the weapon room.

While walking toward the martial arts gym's underground parking lot, he summoned his attribute panel.

[Comprehension]: 28

[Constitution]: 52

[Strength]: 455

[Speed]: 185

[Combat Techniques]: Basic Boxing (Minor Accomplishment), Basic Footwork (Minor Accomplishment), Basic Swordplay (Minor Accomplishment), Basic Blade Technique (Proficient)

"A full harvest today!" Wang Teng drove home with a face full of smiles.

At home, Li Xiumei was cooking, and the rich aroma of meat wafted out from the kitchen. Wang Teng's stomach immediately began to growl.

"Mom, what delicious food are you cooking today? It smells so good!" He walked into the kitchen and asked.

"Your dad specifically told me to buy you star beast meat," Li Xiumei smiled.

"Really! Dad is really spending a lot," Wang Teng said in surprise.

Star beasts were beasts that had mutated due to the influence of Force. Because Force originated from the cosmic starry sky, they were named accordingly.

Their meat was very nourishing, incomparable to ordinary beasts, and the price was extremely expensive.

"So fragrant, let me have a taste."

He saw a plate of braised pork on the stove, his saliva secreted, and he couldn't help but pinch a piece and toss it into his mouth.

"Mmm, so delicious. Mom, your cooking is so good."

"Oh my, you really are a starving ghost reincarnated. And look at you, covered in sweat—go take a shower!" Li Xiumei chased him out of the kitchen.