Chapter 212: Only My Unique Method Chapter 212: Whipping Punishment

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Fang Yu, Da Yang, and Xiao Zhu, together with the fifth batch of trainees, studied together. By this time, the Martial Arts Hall already had systematic measures in place for recruiting new trainees.

The three were first settled in the Backyard Inside for physical testing, like pigs before slaughter, stripping off clothes and hair, measuring height and weight, calculating body fat percentage; then, they began muscle group measurements in the annex Floor's Gym, and the resulting data was Used For future comparison.

Da Yang did it with heavy breathing and shouts, barely managing to Persist; Xiao Zhu was more strained; as for Fang Yu, he was simply like a dying pig, completing only a Fraction of the movements in a non-standard way before becoming Unwilling to move.

The staff member Su Yong responsible for recording data was somewhat At a Loss, standing before Fang Yu and saying quietly: "Mr. Fang, please get up quickly; the Hall's Regulations are very Strict, and you're making it very difficult for me."

"How Strict? How Strict? Let me see for myself." Fang Yu's voice was full of vigor, but his body was heavy as if a magnet stuck to a broken car.

"Mr. Su, let's do one more set. The Abdominal Muscles data isn't enough yet." Su Yong Looked Time, really wanting to Pull him Up directly.

Su Yong was a Batch of staff Selected from the Martial Arts Hall; Actually he already had Level 1 Martial Arts Peak standard. Although he could not return to the trainee series, he still had the strength to dismantle Fang Yu into pieces. However, he had long known Fang Yu was Chen Yi's Cousin, so like a social peer of the same age, encountering this sort of thing, he first thought of offending no one, and only Secondarily considered completing the job. His movements were gentle, as if dealing with his own little girl.

Fang Yu bullied the weak but feared the strong; one look at Su Yong's manner, and there was no possibility of submission. He lay there saying: "I can't do it, but you have to finish the job, I understand. How about we negotiate a number to report? Close enough is fine; it's not like it has any special use anyway."

"That won't do." Su Yong Recalled Instructor Liu's instructions, stiffened his face, and said: "If you don't complete training within the Regulation time, Instructor Liu will come down, and then it'll be trouble."

"That ** woman? I like how she looks wearing Glasses..." Fang Yu laughed arrogantly, then saw Xiao Zhu's Mouth Corner twitch twice, and he actually straightened up.

"Bad!" Fang Yu was also a seasoned bad element; he immediately Stopped smiling and instead said: "Rested enough, let's Prepare to practice. If Instructor Liu comes down, tell her I Admire her very much."

"Is that so?" Liu Xinyu's voice came from the Stairs, cold and Powerful.

Fang Yu laughed heartily, flipped up from the Ground in a single roll, and said: "Embarrassed, didn't expect you to hear that."

"I value the first half more." Liu Xinyu lifted the Whip, saying: "You have to practice in the Martial Arts Hall until Body Technique Level 3. I don't want a lazy you staying here three or four years, so let me educate you first. Su Yong!"

"Yes."

"Hang him up for me."

Fang Yu knew he couldn't escape, hoping the Whip would be lighter. He grinned: "Miss Liu, no, Instructor Liu, Instructor Liu educating me is right. However you want to educate me is fine."

Liu Xinyu smiled, and a Whip lashed up.

Fang Yu hissed, pain making his eyes bulge, teeth biting down to the point of snapping Sinew, still sucking in cold air as he said: "Instructor Liu educates really well, thank you Instructor Liu, thank you Instructor Liu. Hey you, let me down."

Su Yong Glared at him ruthlessly. In the Martial Arts Hall, besides Chen Yi, the one he Admired most was Instructor Liu. No matter how many trainees, whether trainees or staff, she could remember every person's name and words spoken — yet Fang Yu, this dead pig, still called him "that who." He turned his back to the crowd, smiled at Fang Yu, and said: "Not finished beating yet, don't rush, old man."

"You're crazy." Fang Yu Raised Head, a Black Crystal Whip shadow swept across!

So beautiful!

After Fang Yu reached this Conclusion, he fainted.

Don't Know how long passed, he leisurely woke and called: "So thirsty."

"Water on face." Su Yong splashed another basin of cold water up, clearing the way.

Liu Xinyu smiled: "How was it?"

Fang Yu was just sticking out his tongue licking everywhere randomly; hearing this he said: "How Long passed?"

"About... 20 seconds? Su Yong went to fetch water, took a bit of time."

Su Yong apologized: "My Preparation was not Fully adequate."

"Only 20 seconds?" Fang Yu stared wide-eyed; surroundings indeed had not the slightest change, except Da Yang's mocking smile.

Liu Xinyu lifted the Whip again, saying: "Preparation ready?"

"What?"

A familiar, graceful, black-grey arc...

"Steel wire wrapped on the Whip..." Fang Yu said half, body feeling as if torn by pain.

He had a premonition: My waist has been beaten broken!

Thinking of intestines flowing out from the abdominal cavity, yesterday's delicious food turning into paste-like foul stench; thinking of thighs struggling on the Ground, yet only bright red exposed Muscle jumping; thinking of having to rely on a wheelchair from now on, unable to drive a BMW to dance halls to hook up with Beauties... Fang Yu was in agony...

He roared: "Let me die, let me die right now."

Da Yang asked strangely: "Why."

"Gonna die anyway, let me die." Fang Yu twisted in midair.

Liu Xinyu said with Disdain: "Can't take it after just three strikes, what about the Remaining?"

She spoke, yet without Hesitation swung the Whip again, from bottom to top, flicking up a string of "crack" sounds, like a Beauty from the abyss.

Da Yang and Xiao Zhu shrank their Necks, Suspecting Director Zhu Guangliang, had he Sold them to some demon country.

Fang Yu's pain became real.

He only felt, from shoulders to feet all heating up, as if continuously doused with boiling water, and the nerves inside the cooked Meat Still There!

Nerves on feet Still There!

Heaven bless!

Fang Yu quickly opened his eyes, forcibly enduring pain to open them, lowered head to look, happy hot tears welling: My legs are still there.

Liu Xinyu Frowned, beautifully Pushed up Glasses, said: "Next time, Prepared."

Fang Yu terrified, Howled: "How many more strikes?"

Su Yong facing him, mouthed: "Ten times."

"What?"

Another Whip shadow.

Fang Yu thought: Just let me die.

Third day, Da Yang, Xiao Zhu, and Fang Yu finally completed the testing; the latter also didn't die.

They brought their aches and pains with them and began studying Level 1 General Body Arts alongside the 55 students who had already undergone the preliminary test.

This time, and only this time, were they allowed to apply Divine Oil. Only after every student had completed the process of touching their Qi Meridian would they receive "selection" instruction from Level 2 or Level 3 students, spending one or two days learning about ten body arts to determine which was most efficient for them.

Of the three, Da Yang finished fastest; his thick legs performed best in the sixth set of body arts with the greatest stability, earning praise from Level 2 Student Cao Zheng—who held the fastest promotion record—and a recommendation to become the first Bottom-tier Student of the Sixth Term, beginning formal practice. Xiao Zhu thought he would be the second to pass, given his work at the Action Division and some foundation, but it was actually Wang Yongbo, a repeat student fresh out of high school, who first completed the "touching of the Qi Meridian."

Xiao Zhu completed the touch sixth, passed the Bottom-tier Student trial, and ultimately chose the second set of body arts. By then, Da Yang had already learned half the body art movements and begun Qi Meridian accumulation.

The only one who could comfort him was the turtle-slow Fang Yu. The latter had called home countless times; his father answered only once, telling him to practice well, while his mother wailed and carried on, but there was nothing to be done—he wasn't even allowed to come to the Martial Arts Hall... Fang Yu resignedly killed time at the Martial Arts Hall, learning body arts poorly, though at least his kidney deficiency wasn't so severe anymore.

Amidst gloom and despair, the only thing that could attract Xiao Zhu and Da Yang was archery practice. Like military training before live fire, there was finally a patch of dry, pleasant sandy ground in the fertile soil. As for the effect of body arts, at only Level 1, he found it hard and unwilling to make a "good" judgment.

Naked Bear swaggered forward with three Level 2 Students, appearing before everyone. Behind them were twenty Level 1 Students, standing in neat ranks.

"All present! Salute!" Everyone raised their arms level, legs straight.

"Like an army, but not neat," Xiao Zhu muttered in a low voice.

He didn't know this was the Holy Qiao Kingdom's Knight Salute, usable only by Knight Attendants and Positive Knights and above who had attended the Knight Academy—another case of theft. It was chosen partly to avoid conflict with military salutes of countries worldwide, and partly for convenience when riding horses or driving.

Da Yang smiled, but his thick legs stood ramrod straight, not daring to move. During training, any student caught violating procedure had to endure whipping, no exceptions. They had long been conditioned into reflexes.

Obviously, whether it was Liu Xinyu's instruction or Jin Douna's instruction, or the First Batch Students taught by them, none had any aversion to corporal punishment. And without military camp-style checks and balances, in fact, among the proud traditions of the Holy Qiao Cavalry Corps, which esteemed close-quarters attack, there was endurance of punishment.

"Saint Army Salute over." Naked Bear shouted a slogan, saying: "Today, the Second Team conducts routine patrol, the First Team goes to Jiangning University, relieving the Third Team. Depart."

Level 1 Students quickly left, leaving only a group of Bottom-tier Students drooling as they rushed to snatch bows and arrows from the wall.

Those were all Eight Pocket Bows, using bamboo arrows, but their power could pierce flesh. If the bows and arrows were any stronger, Bottom-tier Students wouldn't be able to draw them with their strength alone.

She Lei, Li Changning, Ma Zhongcheng, Sang Chengqiang, and others donned thick armor and rode together to Jiangning University.

The gatekeeper had long been familiar with this oddly dressed group of Martial Arts Hall Students, let them in, and couldn't resist teasing: "You bow-and-arrow carriers, there are students practicing archery at the Gymnasium today; you can go take a look!"

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