Chapter 188: Only My Method Chapter 188: Special Training

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

The recruitment poster for the Chen Family Martial Arts Hall had been polished by an advertising agency.

Profound fist techniques and a robust physique were the focus of the promotion; defending one's home was the subtext hidden within the poster.

The local residents weren't really buying it at first, but many still gathered around the poster, front and back, chasing the students putting them up to ask this and that. Their main concern was still demolition and demolition compensation. The martial arts hall looked quite capable, though. As for entering the hall to learn — if their own family's compensation was high enough, no problem.

Lin Haitao was also surrounding the hall's students, but his interest wasn't in the demolition compensation; it was in the Body Technique itself. On the first day of the hall's construction, he secretly learned the Body Technique for the whole day. Although the hall closed the next day and he couldn't continue, he still trained on his own after returning. Because his grasp wasn't complete, the effect wasn't very good, but it was indeed more effective than simply running.

Additionally, the changes in those students training in the hall, he saw with his own eyes. Whenever the students went out to escort workers, Lin Haitao would follow behind them, watching the moves they revealed intentionally or unintentionally — although he had learned the Body Technique for a day, he still believed the Body Technique was something similar to martial arts, with fixed moves, just like those written in wuxia novels.

In just one week, the students displayed completely different strength and agility. For example, bored, they kicked down a courtyard wall, or caught a thief stealing power cables with greater speed. Such trivial matters were enough to make Lin Haitao develop a strong interest in the recruitment poster.

His own academic performance wasn't good. Recently, due to his family situation, he skipped class more and more. He had long since gone wild; the idea he once had of getting into university was fading more and more.

Thinking that his family could have a house to live in now only thanks to that martial arts hall, Lin Haitao felt both stifled and moved. By afternoon, he secretly went to sign up.

Unexpectedly, he actually turned out to be the first one.

"Senior Brother, how come no one signed up?" Lin Haitao asked the student in charge of recruitment, both puzzled and excited, thinking: In that case, wouldn't I be the Big Senior Brother among the second-generation disciples?

The one called Senior Brother, with a steady, mature appearance, calm and unhurried, said: "Wait. Taking classes at the martial arts hall is a big deal. Since you've signed up, come over starting tomorrow morning."

"Okay." Lin Haitao was very excited.

The next day, he got up extremely early, practically arriving at the hall with the dew still on him.

Senior Brother took one look — what a fine able-bodied laborer — and said: "If someone comes to sign up, you record it. If someone comes to ask, you answer."

"Answer what?"

"However is good, answer that way." Senior Brother said, then returned to his own tent to sleep.

The main structure of the martial arts hall had only just been built, and the students weren't allowed to go home, so they had to live in military tents. Fortunately, Chen Yi wasn't short on money; the ones he bought were all thickened, insulated models, and surrounded by the courtyard walls, it was quite comfortable.

Lin Haitao sat there stunned, at a loss. A good long while passed before he understood: So I'm not the Big Senior Brother among the second-generation disciples, but the little junior among the first-generation disciples.

Outside, the sky wasn't fully bright yet, so naturally no one came to sign up or inquire. There was plenty of time for him to let his thoughts run wild. After a long while, he finally heard the wooden door creak.

"Want to sign up?" Lin Haitao excitedly raised his head, thinking his fate as the little junior was about to be escaped.

A burst of laughter greeted him: "Still recruiting disciples?"

It was the workers from the Second Construction Company.

Lin Haitao couldn't help but lower his head again. He'd gotten up too early, and drowsiness made him doze off a bit.

The table was knocked "bang bang" twice. The newcomer asked: "Who are you?"

"I am..." Lin Haitao raised his head, suddenly flustered, stood up, and shouted: "Master."

Standing opposite him was precisely Chen Yi, with a stern face.

He had just returned from the Holy Qiao Kingdom. Because the distance was very close, the little lizard also had to participate in practice, so he ran. After finishing the ten-plus kilometer journey, his whole body was steaming with heat, like a fragrant steamed bun fresh out of the steamer.

"Don't call me Master. You're just students." Chen Yi took the long pack off his back and said: "You go call Luoxiong over."

No explanation needed; he could also guess why Lin Haitao had become the doorman.

Luoxiong ran over quickly.

"The exchanged low-grade Luoti Divine Oil is with you. Only students at Body Technique Level 1 can use it. How many students did you recruit these two days?"

Luoxiong glanced at Lin Haitao and said softly: "Three people. He was the first."

"Really few. How old?"

"Lin Haitao is 16, the other two are 21 and 24."

Starting to practice Body Technique in their 20s, reaching the level of Combat Technique is unlikely.

Chen Yi wasn't picky. He tilted his chin toward Lin Haitao and said: "Does your sister know you came to the martial arts hall to learn?"

Lin Haitao said softly: "She doesn't know."

"The martial arts hall practices all day, no going home allowed. You need your parents' consent to continue. Go back now." Chen Yi said, waving at Luoxiong: "Go call everyone up. I'll take a look at your practice situation."

Yesterday in the Holy Qiao Kingdom, he had requested a general Body Technique training method.

The Body Technique template Luoxiong is currently learning is one suited for Chen Yi; the effect is not good at all.

She Lei, with his red bangs, ran out first. His excitement was no less than Luoxiong's.

After a while, everyone had assembled. Chen Yi stood before the team and said: "First, one thing. The Body Technique taught in this hall is a unique secret art. Body Technique Level 4 or above is not allowed to leave the hall. Anyone who wants to leave can go now."

No one moved.

Even those not pursuing martial arts, just wanting to work and make money, felt staying at the hall had good prospects. After all, they could learn real kung fu. As for Body Technique Level 4, that's a distant matter; they'd decide when the time came.

Lin Haitao and the two newly signed-up young men also held almost the same thought, listening seriously.

Chen Yi waited half a minute, nodded, and said: "Then, we'll start over from the first form. Brother Luo, She Lei, you two also relearn from the beginning."

The general Body Technique certainly isn't as fast as a Body Technique training tailored to oneself, but it's definitely faster than a non-general Body Technique training that doesn't suit oneself. Brother Luo and Chen Yi have a large physical difference, while She Lei is thin and tall, gaining a slight advantage.

As for the many students present in their 20s, even nearing 30, who are no longer young, they can only be said to be there to fill the ranks during the hall's initial period. If someone can't even reach Body Technique Level 1, Chen Yi wouldn't be surprised.

Even in a place like the Holy Qiao Kingdom with years of continuous war, natural selection doesn't guarantee everyone is a qualified warrior, let alone on Earth which reveres science.

Actually, not everyone needs to reach a very high Body Technique level. Around Level 5 is already world-class top level. If one reaches Level 7, with a bit of luck they could be invincible under heaven. Such a figure — one per hall is enough. Chen Yi can even mass-produce them.

He has Luoti Divine Oil that even the Saint Qiao people are reluctant to use. For people like Brother Luo and She Lei, as long as they reach Level 1, they will definitely reach Level 3. From a pragmatic perspective, that's basically enough. If cost is no object, Level 5 is no problem either — that's Stanik's standard. The Vatican spends an ocean of money selecting and training just one such believer.

Chen Yi hooked up one leg, still in the Golden Rooster Independence posture, but this time he didn't sway. Instead, he said: "Everyone, hook your toes up for me, then keep your left hand moving non-stop. Watch my example..."

Lin Haitao held back a laugh and said softly: "Like a rooster with Parkinson's."

He didn't laugh, but the short, fat newcomer beside him laughed first.

Chen Yi's movements were indeed full of amusement. So a few more people laughed heartily.

"Those who are laughing, stand out." The speaker's voice was clear and crisp, with a bit of a foreign accent.

Everyone looked toward the sound, and standing at the door was a slender beauty.

"I am Jin Douna, the Martial Arts Hall's Instructor, I am responsible for managing all your affairs outside of martial arts." The speaker was precisely Chen Yi's Korean beauty hidden away in his golden house.

The students' eyes went straight. Especially those twenty-seven or twenty-eight-year-old old students, having entered the city not long ago, working day and night, occasionally seeing a thick-waisted black silk on the street would make them stiff for half a day; now seeing an exotic beauty with a waist thinner than her legs, they truly wanted to immediately return to their rooms and sleep a nap.

"Those laughing, stand out." Jin Douna's voice turned severe.

Chen Yi smiled, his motion unchanged as he fanned with his left hand.

Brother Luo, She Lei, and the others kept their eyes straight ahead, their range of motion slightly smaller, making their Parkinson's symptoms appear even more severe.

Two students stood out.

Jin Douna then personally stepped forward, dragging out another three students including Lin Haitao.

Lin Haitao twisted his body and said: "I didn't laugh."

But he was merely a commoner's combat power; how could he possibly break free.

"You spoke." Jin Douna put on an impartial expression, and from the pile of construction materials behind her, pulled out an iron rod.

Everyone was shocked.

The iron rod struck solidly on Lin Haitao's buttocks, then once more, and once more again.

After three strokes, Jin Douna casually tossed aside Lin Haitao, grabbed another student and began beating.

"Next." She beat as if very happy.

Inside the Martial Arts Hall, a scene of wolves running and pigs rushing ensued.

Jin Douna paid no heed, grabbing one and beating one, until every running one had received their share, then tossed away the rod and said: "Continue cultivation."

The hall instantly became disciplined and solemn.

Chen Yi casually guided two Deans, then stood beside Jin Douna, laughing softly: "Thought you would use persuasive education."

"When I underwent training back then, the instructor did exactly this." She straightened her face and said: "There were instructors who used persuasive education, but later, unknown who kicked one into a mud pit, they also started using rods."

Chen Yi laughed very strangely.

The students looked at him trembling with fear, feeling they had entered some cult organization.

"Starting today, conduct a 15-day special training; visitation allowed, leaving the Martial Arts Hall not allowed; after 15 days, students unable to reach Body Technique Level 1 will all be dismissed." Chen Yi's tone was even more frightening.

"What if someone cuts the power cables again?"

"Then train in the dark."

Words were thus, but Chen Yi actually dispatched Brother Luo and She Lei to patrol and investigate.

Compared to the security-guard-level students, Body Technique Level 3 Brother Luo and Body Technique Level 1 She Lei were more effective at catching those unfamiliar faces.

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