Chapter 42: Black Tiger Fist Hall

Wang Yu shook his hands, his ten fingers unscathed.

On Blue Star, it's not that no one can do the thing of shattering stone with one hand.

In China alone, there is the so-called Hard Qigong, but those "experts" who can do this are all people who have practiced hand skills for many years, relying on various external forces to temper their finger bones to be unusually thick, and at the same time, their skin is also tempered to be extremely rough, as hard as if polished by sandpaper.

And he only practiced a few styles of the Tiger Pounce Diagram and could achieve this degree, and even more so.

Once he thought of Blue Star, Wang Yu felt depressed again.

For such a long time, his consciousness had not been summoned back to Blue Star. Could something have gone wrong, and he really can't go back?

His mind was in turmoil, and knowing he couldn't continue cultivating, he immediately returned to the room to rest.

Early the next morning, he left the residence, arrived at a nearby restaurant, ordered four dishes and one soup, ate a full meal, and then slowly came to the gate of a grand building in the northwest corner of Tongzhou City.

"Black Tiger Fist Hall."

Wang Yu looked at the silver plaque on the gate and walked inside on his own.

"Wang Wang Shidi, you're here again."

A youth dressed in short sleeves and tight clothes with his arms crossed at the entrance greeted Wang Yu enthusiastically.

"Li Li Shixiong, it's your turn to be on duty today." Wang Yu replied with a smile.

"Yeah, I can't compare with Wang Wang Shidi. I can't afford too much filial piety, so I can only do more things for the Fist Hall to stay in the hall for a longer time." The youth said helplessly.

"The Fist Hall requires thirty taels of silver for filial piety a month. Even I find it a bit unbearable." Wang Yu heard this, and a look of heartache appeared on his face.

"Haha, who doesn't know that Wang Wang Shidi has a rich family background? You stay in the Fist Hall for four or five months at a time, and every time you drink the medicinal meal until you are full." Li Li Shixiong waved his hands, not believing it at all.

"Li Li Shixiong, you are making fun of me."

Wang Yu yawned, said nothing more, cupped his hands, and walked in.

The Black Tiger Fist Hall is one of the few martial arts halls in Tongzhou City that will teach real martial arts as long as you spend silver.

The Black Tiger Fist technique taught by this martial arts hall is a real combat martial art, and the Fist Hall itself is said to have quite a background, with a history of opening the hall for hundreds of years in Tongzhou City.

Another place that made Wang Yu doubt in Tongzhou City was that there were many martial arts halls in the city, as many as thirty or forty. Among them, there were ordinary martial arts halls that taught fancy fist and embroidery leg skills, and there were also veteran martial arts halls like the Black Tiger Hall that taught real martial arts.

The reason why Wang Yu chose this martial arts hall was that he had always wanted to truly integrate the Four Beasts Diagram technique into actual combat, and this Black Tiger Fist technique was a martial art that imitated the movements of a fierce tiger, which happened to be able to be studied together with his Four Styles of Tiger Pounce.

With his overclocking synchronization comprehension, after several months of research, he really managed to integrate the first three styles of the Tiger Pounce Diagram into the Black Tiger Fist technique, and even the integration of the last style had been deduced almost completely.

Today was the day once a month when the Hall Master personally explained the essence of the fist technique, and it should also be the last time he came to this place. He didn't intend to waste any more white silver.

After all, over the past half year, whether it was renting a house, buying books, or learning from a master, it all required money. He had spent all the gold in his hands, and even exchanged two spirit stones for gold at a pawnshop that knew the goods.

At this time, as soon as Wang Yu entered the gate of the Fist Hall, he could hear the sound of fists and feet clashing.

Behind the gate was a courtyard about an acre in size, covered with sand and soil. Nearly a hundred young people were surrounding simple wooden stakes, hitting them desperately with fists wrapped in thick white cloth. Everyone was sweating like rain, and there were even a few slender young women among them.

Wang Yu did not stop and walked directly through a gravel road in the crowd.

People on both sides stopped their movements from time to time and shouted "Senior Wang Wang Shidi."

Most of these disciples were outer-court disciples who had only paid a very small amount of silver. Now they could only practice basic force-generating postures and had to pass a certain assessment within two months before they could learn the real Black Tiger Fist technique.

But he was different. He paid a lot of silver at the beginning, and from the day he entered the hall, he could be treated as an official disciple and could go directly to the inner court to listen to the Fist Hall instructors teaching martial arts.

Wang Yu cupped his hands one by one, but his footsteps did not stop. He walked directly through the rear courtyard gate and a small garden and came to another smaller courtyard.

This inner courtyard was not only filled with rows of stone locks and weapon racks, but in the center, there were seven or eight wooden men that were thicker than the wooden stakes outside, with acupuncture points marked with white lines. In addition, there were more than twenty men and women in tight clothes who looked similar to Li Li Shixiong.

These people were either dancing with knives and guns, squatting in horse stances without moving, or sparring with bare hands.

But most of them were surrounding a man in his thirties, watching him hit a set of fierce fist techniques with wind.

The man was broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, half-naked, and agile. When he moved, he brought a fierce momentum. His ten fingers were bent like steel hooks, as if every claw could tear open a chest and belly, making people feel cold and terrified.

Suddenly, the man retracted his hands and turned around with a swing kick.

With a "Crack," a wooden man behind him was kicked into two pieces directly from the middle.

"Amazing, worthy of being Instructor Zhu. This set of Black Tiger Fist technique has reached the point of perfection. Even if the Hall Master hits it, it's just like this."

"This last move, Fierce Tiger Swings its Tail, if kicked on a person, I fear it would immediately make the opponent vomit blood and die. Instructor Zhu is worthy of being the second-best expert in the hall after the Hall Master."

The onlookers around applauded.

Instructor Zhu looked at the broken wooden stake, moved the leg he had kicked, and a satisfied look appeared on his face. Then he began to teach the disciples next to him hand-in-hand, explaining some key points of the Black Tiger Fist technique and things to pay attention to.

Wang Yu stood in the crowd, silently listening to Instructor Zhu's gestures and explanations. There was no abnormality on his face, only crystal light flashing in the depths of his eyes from time to time, and he had turned on the overclocking synchronization mode.

After the man finished speaking with a dry mouth and left the inner courtyard, a thoughtful look appeared on his face.

He exited the overclocking mode, and like the other disciples, walked to a wooden man in the corner of the courtyard on his own, took off his coat, and began to punch around the wooden man slowly.

The same set of Black Tiger Fist technique, clearly every move was similar to what Instructor Zhu had hit before, but between Wang Yu's body rising and falling, every action was unusually loose and slow, looking particularly awkward, giving people an indescribable feeling of disharmony.

Other official disciples nearby saw this, some showed unbearable expressions, some were full of contempt, but no one came up to disturb him.

Wang Yu was completely intoxicated in the world of fist techniques he had realized, ignoring the gazes of others, still hitting the Black Tiger Fist according to his own rhythm, and stopping from time to time to slightly adjust the angle and posture of his punching, but it appeared even more awkward.

He hit the Black Tiger Fist again and again.

I don't know how long it had passed, when Wang Yu finally retracted his fist in a horse stance, his face was full of happy expressions, but at this moment, a loud voice came from the side.

"Not bad, not bad, this Black Tiger Fist is hit with some interest. I remember your name is Wang Yu, right?" ===== CHAPTER 43 =====