nyslfriends Chapter 1 Martial Arts Inheritance System has been activated.
Chapter 1 Martial Arts Inheritance System has been activated.
Ma Cong stared intently at the semi-transparent light screen in front of him, a screen that only he could see.
The Martial Arts Inheritance System has been activated.
[Host: Ma Cong.]
[Level: Unranked.]
[Activate the Martial Arts Space?]
I rely on.
What's going on? I'm seeing blue light in front of my eyes. Am I about to enter the world of anime?
Ma Cong pinched his thigh hard. Ouch, that really hurt.
Not a dream!
His heart was pounding wildly; in his eighteen years of life, this was the first time he had encountered something so outrageous.
system?
Or is it a martial arts inheritance system?
Isn't this the kind of cheat code that protagonists in online novels have? How come it's stuck on my head?
"Open the Martial Arts Space!"
Ma Cong lowered his voice, afraid that his neighbors would hear him.
[The martial arts space has been opened; the time flow within the space is ten times that of the outside world.]
[The space can simulate all the environments needed for cultivation, providing complete martial arts manuals, rare and precious herbs, and medicinal bath resources.]
A time flow rate of ten to one!
Ma Cong's breathing became heavier.
Doesn't this mean having ten times more practice time out of thin air?
There are also rare and precious natural ingredients and medicinal bath resources!
Those are things that only exist in legends!
He practiced boxing with Old Man Chen. When he bumped or bruised himself, the old man would at most pull out a dark, greasy plaster from his pocket. The smell of it was so strong it could knock a person over.
Now, the system provides everything in one go.
That's a bit too aggressive.
[The system has detected that the host possesses foundational knowledge of both Bajiquan and Xingyiquan. Please choose one as your primary training method. The system will then provide you with a complete inheritance.]
Two options appeared on the screen.
Bajiquan (八极拳).
【Xingyiquan】
Ma Cong didn't hesitate at all.
Choose Bajiquan.
Old Chen mentioned Xingyiquan a few times when he was drunk, saying that the style was fierce, but he always felt that the style was a bit sinister.
A true man stands between heaven and earth, and should practice upright and unparalleled martial arts.
Bajiquan is the path he wants to take.
[Selection complete. Begin transferring the full version of the "Bajiquan" profound techniques.]
A massive torrent of information rushed into Ma Cong's mind.
Tiny figures were practicing boxing techniques in his mind.
From the Eight Vajra Forms to the Six Great Openings, from Sticking to the Mountain to the Three Points of Yama.
Every technique for exerting force, every key point in the flow of qi and blood, was broken down and explained clearly, then fed to him in detail.
This is the real Bajiquan!
"With Tai Chi, the world is at peace; with Bajiquan, the universe is stabilized."
Ma-Cong was trembling all over; it was from excitement and agitation.
Compared to what's in his head, what he used to practice was like kindergarten calisthenics.
All that Old Chen taught him combined was less than a tenth of what the system had given him.
He had always thought that Old Man Chen was hiding something from him, but now he realized that the old man really didn't know how.
Over the long years, ninety percent of the essence of traditional Chinese martial arts has been worn away.
Those so-called "masters" online, swindling people with less than 10% of the knowledge, got knocked out with a single punch, and the entire Chinese martial arts were nailed to the pillar of shame.
How tragic.
How lamentable.
Ma Cong clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
"System, enter the martial arts space."
The scene before my eyes suddenly changed.
The previously cluttered bedroom has disappeared, replaced by an endless expanse of pure white.
Beneath his feet was solid ground, above his head was an empty sky, and the whole world was so quiet that only the sound of his own heartbeat could be heard.
Welcome to the Martial Arts Space. Please issue your commands, host.
"Turn the environment into an open-air martial arts training ground, with a bluestone slab floor, and get me a wooden dummy made of the hardest kind of ironwood."
Ma Cong had barely finished speaking.
The pure white world began to change rapidly.
The ground beneath our feet transformed into ancient, rustic blue stones, high walls rose around us, and the sky above us turned a deep blue, with a warm sun hanging high in the sky.
A wooden dummy, half a head taller than him, entirely black and gleaming with a metallic sheen, rose from the ground and stood firmly in front of him.
Ma Cong reached out and touched it; it felt hard and cold, even harder than a cement utility pole.
He took off his shirt, revealing well-defined muscles that, while not exaggerated, were still quite muscular.
This is all the foundation he has built up day by day since he was twelve years old.
Now, he has the system, the complete Bajiquan, and ten times the training time.
Those who mock traditional Chinese martial arts, those charlatans who use the banner of traditional Chinese martial arts to swindle and deceive, just wait and see.
He, Ma Cong, will use his fists to knock back every drop of the filth that has been poured on Chinese martial arts!
Just then, his parents, who drove long-haul trucks, got a big job in the Northwest this summer, and they'd be gone for two or three months.
He lived alone, which gave him an excellent opportunity to cultivate.
There's plenty of food and drink in the space, and cultivation resources are plentiful. In reality, he only needs to occasionally go out and show his face to prove that he's still alive.
Favorable timing, advantageous location, and harmonious relationships.
......
Three days have passed in the outside world.
Thirty days in the martial arts space.
[Through extraordinary perseverance and passion for martial arts, the host has broken through the limits of their own aptitude.]
For the first time, the system's notification tone carried a hint of admiration.
Ma Cong was shirtless, his muscles bulging all over, every inch of his skin gleaming with a bronze sheen, sweat dripping down the grooves of his muscles, splashing into tiny water droplets on the bluestone slab.
The wooden dummy in front of him was no longer the original ironwood one.
That was a product of the system upgrade, white oak.
Known as the king of woods, its density is comparable to steel; ordinary knives and axes can only leave a white mark when they strike it.
For the past month, Ma Cong's daily life consisted of only three things.
Boxing, medicinal bath, boxing.
He went through the complete essence of Bajiquan in his mind a thousand times, and practiced it in his body a thousand times.
His Vajra Eight Forms were so powerful that the earth shook.
He mastered the six major techniques, and his skills were incredibly powerful.
But what he devoted the most effort to was the core power-generating technique of Bajiquan – Baji Beng.
Inch power, cross power, sinking power.
When the three forces combine, it's like a mountain collapsing or a tsunami.
Old Chen only taught him the basic form back then, which wasn't even the bare minimum.
Now, Ma Cong has grasped the essence of this unique skill.
"Not enough."
Ma Cong slammed his fist into the white cypress dummy, making a dull thud.
The entire wooden dummy only wobbled slightly.
His fist was red and swollen, and it hurt terribly.
The hardness of this thing exceeded his expectations.
"Again!"
He took two steps back, lowered his waist and sat on the horse, focusing his energy in his dantian.
This time, he didn't throw a punch directly.
Instead, he stomped his left foot forward.
Stick close to the mountain!
His body shot out like an arrow, crashing violently into the wooden dummy with an unreasonable momentum.
Just before his body made contact with the wooden dummy, he twisted his waist and hips suddenly, and his right fist emerged from under his ribs.
The impact of the "Mountain Lean" strike and the inch-force of the "Eight Extremes Collapse" strike are perfectly combined at this moment.
"Give it to me, open it!"