He obtained the God of All Laws from human skin.

Chapter 36 Entry Requirements for the Martial Arts Profession

This time, Liu Ding's face didn't just turn red, but turned a deep liver color.

He pulled his hand back behind his back, his entire arm trembling slightly.

"This..." Liu Ding's voice weakened noticeably, his eyes darting around, avoiding Qin Chuan's gaze, "Actually, the internal injury I suffered was a little bit more serious than I described..."

"Just a little bit?" Qin Chuan raised an eyebrow.

"Actually, it's... a lot of points," Liu Ding corrected softly.

Qin Chuan looked at him and let out a deep, long sigh.

Liu Ding awkwardly put the intact piece of wood back into the pile of junk, then secretly glanced at his hand; his palm was already red and slightly swollen.

He bared his teeth, then quickly hid his hand back, turning around as if nothing had happened.

"Well," Liu Ding forced a smile, "you have to believe me, I really do know martial arts. It's just that I'm not in good shape today, let's do it another day, when I'm better I'll show you what I've got."

Qin Chuan stared at him expressionlessly. After a long while, he said quietly, "Forget it. I take back what I said before. You don't need to teach me anymore."

"No, no, no!" Liu Ding cried out anxiously, rushing closer. "I swear, I really can! If you don't believe me, once I'm healed, I'll chop you into one piece right here and now—no, ten pieces!"

Qin Chuan ignored him, shook his head, and turned to leave.

Liu Ding panicked, grabbed Qin Chuan's arm to stop him from leaving, and kept arguing, "Trust me, trust me, really trust me!"

Annoyed by the constant talking, Qin Chuan turned to Liu Ding and asked, "You really know how?"

"It really will!" Liu Ding swore, "If I'm lying to you, may I be struck by lightning and caught by the Iron Hand Gang the moment I step outside."

Qin Chuan stared at him for a long time, so long that sweat began to bead on Liu Ding's forehead, before finally letting out a sigh.

"Okay, I believe you."

Although Liu Ding's series of actions caused Qin Chuan's impression of him to plummet to an all-time low,

But the facts speak for themselves: Zhou Bapi was still lying in the clinic, yet he managed to escape from the Iron Hand Gang's pursuit, which shows that Liu Ding was indeed quite capable.

Moreover, Qin Chuan's current situation is one of no choice.

He wants to find someone else, but where can he find a master?

He didn't have any connections with the Iron Hand Gang, and the tuition fees at martial arts schools outside were outrageously expensive, which he couldn't afford.

After much thought, this freeloader in front of me turned out to be the only option right now.

Even if you don't learn anything truly useful, at least you should be able to lay a foundation.

"That's more like it!" Liu Ding smiled broadly when he saw Qin Chuan relent, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Don't worry, I won't let you down."

The two found a flat spot in the yard.

"Since you're willing to learn, then I'll teach you properly." Liu Ding cleared his throat, adopting the demeanor of a teacher. "Martial arts isn't something you can just start practicing from the beginning. To enter the world of martial arts, you first need to understand Qi and blood. The human body has Qi and blood; Qi is Qi, and blood is blood. Qi propels blood circulation, and blood nourishes Qi. Only then can you begin to understand..."

Liu Ding walked to the center of the open space, his legs slightly apart, knees bent, back straight, and hands outstretched, striking a pose.

"Come on, take a look at this posture first." Liu Ding patted his thigh. "What I'm teaching you is the Guiyuan Stance, a foundational skill. Don't let its simplicity fool you; there's a lot more to it than meets the eye."

He stopped his stance, walked over to Qin Chuan, and corrected his posture hand in hand: "Feet shoulder-width apart, toes pointing forward, knees slightly bent, don't squat too deep, and don't stand too straight... Lower your waist, yes, that's the feeling... Relax your shoulders, don't shrug, don't stiffen your neck..."

Qin Chuan was manipulated by him, like a puppet, and it took him a long time to stabilize himself in one position.

"Okay, stay in this position, don't move yet." Liu Ding circled around him, nodding in satisfaction. "Now focus on your breathing. When you inhale, imagine the air sinking down to your lower abdomen, don't hold it in your chest. When you exhale, relax naturally, don't force it out."

He explained the frequency and rhythm of breathing again, and Qin Chuan memorized it all.

"If you practice this stance training and this breathing method every day until you can feel the blood and energy flowing through your body, like ants crawling, then you've hit the nail on the head." Liu Ding clapped his hands. "Give it a try."

Qin Chuan closed his eyes, stood in the posture Liu Ding had taught him, and adjusted his breathing.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

The time it takes for an incense stick to burn has passed, and he hasn't felt anything, but his legs have started to ache.

Just then, a message suddenly popped up on the system panel.

[Gained new class information - Warrior]

[Professional Entry Requirements: Basic Knowledge of Guiyuan Zhuang (Returning to Origin Stance)]

Qin Chuan was somewhat surprised upon seeing this message.

to be frank,

He had previously been somewhat skeptical of what Liu Ding had taught him, given how unreliable Liu's past behavior had been.

The message that popped up from the system was like a reassurance to him.

Qin Chuan looked at Liu Ding,

did not expect,

This seemingly unreliable guy actually teaches some really serious stuff.

"What's wrong?" Liu Ding noticed his gaze. "Have you found your footing yet?"

He shook his head: "I don't feel anything."

"That's normal." Liu Ding wasn't surprised at all. "I was like that too. I stood there for days and felt like a wooden stake, not feeling anything at all. You expect to feel something after just one incense stick's time? It's not that easy."

Qin Chuan thought for a moment and asked, "Then how can I feel it faster?"

Liu Ding stroked his chin, making a thoughtful expression: "Actually, I did ask him. The martial arts master said that for ordinary people with good physiques to enter the field, just relying on brute force is indeed a bit slow. They also need external assistance."

"External objects?"

"That's right." Liu Ding nodded, counting on his fingers, "For example, Yixue San and Zhuanggu Tang are both for replenishing qi and blood and strengthening muscles and bones. If you drink a bowl of them every day and combine it with Zhan Zhuang (standing meditation), you'll achieve twice the results with half the effort."

Qin Chuan frowned, looked at Liu Ding, and asked, "How do you prepare these things? Do you know how?"

Liu Ding felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze. He scratched his head, spread his hands, and said matter-of-factly, "Why are you looking at me like that? I never made this myself before. The martial arts instructor prepared it and brought it to me. I just drank it."

Qin Chuan remained silent, stood up, and prepared to leave.

Seeing Qin Chuan's actions, Liu Ding thought he was about to give up, so he quickly explained, "Don't give up. The martial arts master also said that external objects are only an aid, not something you absolutely have to drink. Just stand there for a while, and you'll definitely get a feel for it and be able to master it."

Qin Chuan stopped, glanced at him sideways, and replied, "Who said I was giving up?"

Liu Ding was taken aback: "Then why did you stand up?"

"I can't stand here all day; I have other things to do. I'll continue standing here tomorrow."

Qin Chuan waved his hand, turned around and left the house, heading towards Changsheng Gambling House.