nownovels Chapter 23: Infernal Training! Three months later!
Chapter 23: Infernal Training! Three months later!
"Eat slowly, don't choke." Shao Xin looked at the two children with a smile. "This meat contains a lot of energy essence. Eat more, it will be good for your health."
After finishing their meal and resting for half an hour, training continued.
The morning session consisted of live-fire training.
Li Yusong stood in the center of the arena, holding the dragon-patterned staff, looking at Ma Hongjun and Oscar with a blank expression.
"Xiao Ao, come here."
Oscar swallowed hard and stepped forward.
"Hongjun said you can't rely on soul bones, and I agree," Li Yusong said. "In real combat, you can't guarantee you'll have the chance to use your soul bones every time. And you can't reveal your soul bones to outsiders. So, you need to learn to fight using your soul ring skills."
Oscar nodded.
"Your first soul skill is recovery, which cannot be used directly for offense. Your second soul skill is strength amplification, which can increase your attack power. However, you have no weapon and no combat skills, so brute force alone is not enough."
Li Yusong picked up a wooden stick from the side and threw it to Oscar.
"Use this for now. I'll start teaching you real stick fighting techniques when you can hit me with this stick."
Oscar took the stick and took a deep breath.
He ate a power sausage and felt full of energy.
"I have a super strong gut!"
After reciting the incantation, he gripped the stick with both hands and charged towards Li Yusong.
A single sweeping motion.
Li Yusong dodged to the side, and with a light tap of his dragon-patterned staff, struck Oscar's wrist.
The wooden stick flew out of my hand.
"Too slow." Li Yusong said expressionlessly, "Let's do it again."
Oscar picked up the stick and charged forward again.
One stick.
Two sticks.
Three sticks.
Ten strokes.
Twenty strokes.
Fifty strokes.
Each time, he was beaten helplessly by Li Yusong's dragon-patterned staff.
My wrists were swollen from being hit, my shoulders were numb from being slapped, and even my knees were slapped several times.
But he did not give up.
Pick up the stick and go up again.
Ma Hongjun watched from the side, nodding inwardly.
Oscar's willpower was stronger than he had imagined.
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The afternoon is Ma Hongjun's own training time.
He doesn't need anyone to urge him on; he sets his own goals.
Weighted squats, push-ups, pull-ups, sprints... do each exercise to exhaustion, then grit your teeth and do another set.
Watching from the side, Zhao Wuji couldn't help but say to Flander, "Is this kid made of iron?"
Flander leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"It's not that I'm made of iron, it's that I have a goal in my heart."
"What's the goal?"
"Break through level 20 before the age of seven."
Zhao Wuji paused for a moment, then shook his head.
"He's at level sixteen now, and he's still... about four months away from turning seven. It's not easy to reach level four in four months and break through a bottleneck."
"That's why I'm working so hard," Flander said.
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Nighttime is the time for medicinal baths.
Shao Xin boiled a large pot of medicinal soup with the bones of the Mighty King Kong Bear. It was dark and smelled strongly of medicine and faintly of blood.
Ma Hongjun and Oscar took off their clothes and sat in the bathtub.
The medicinal soup was very hot, scalding my skin until it turned red.
The medicinal properties seep into the body through the pores, resonating with the physical energy consumed during the day, and the soreness deep in the muscles is gradually relieved under the effect of the medicine.
Ma Hongjun closed his eyes and reviewed today's training in his mind.
I controlled my breathing rhythm fairly well during my morning run, but it got a bit erratic in the last part. I need to pay attention to that tomorrow.
In the morning's actual combat, his attacks were still too direct and easy to predict.
To increase feints, you need to learn to mislead your opponent with your eyes and shoulders.
During the afternoon physical training, my right arm failed before my left arm during pull-ups, indicating an imbalance in strength between the left and right arms. I need to practice my left arm more in the future.
After the medicinal bath comes meditation.
Ma Hongjun sat cross-legged on the bed, guiding his soul power through his meridians according to the advanced soul power guidance method taught by Flander.
Soul power is like a warm stream, flowing slowly along a specific route. With each complete cycle, the soul power becomes purer and its total amount increases slightly.
not much.
But over time, this will lead to a qualitative change.
He's not in a hurry.
Cultivation is a lifelong endeavor; it cannot be rushed.
Make a little progress every day, become a little stronger every day.
He will definitely be able to break through level 20 in four months.
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Days pass by.
Oscar's practical experience is growing rapidly.
From being instantly killed by Li Yusong with a single blow, to being able to withstand three, five, and ten moves.
He became increasingly skilled at using the Power Sausage, knowing when to eat it and when not to.
More importantly, he began to develop a fighting spirit.
They no longer blindly rush forward, but instead think things through.
Where will the opponent's next move come from?
How should I hide?
How do you counterattack after dodging?
These were all achieved through Li Yusong's hard work, one blow at a time.
Ma Hongjun is also making progress.
He could no longer feel the 50-pound weight after a month.
Zhao Wuji increased the weight to eighty jin, and then to one hundred jin.
He became faster, stronger, and had better endurance.
The frequency of attacks of internal heat is also decreasing.
He uses the Wings of Light every day, and the power of light continuously neutralizes the evil, keeping him clear-headed and calm.
Every night, after meditation, he would write down his gains and shortcomings in a notebook.
The handwriting was crooked, but every stroke was written carefully.
The coordination of speed and power wasn't good enough today; we need to improve that tomorrow.
Oscar is progressing faster than me; I can't let him leave me behind.
There are still three levels away from level 20, and three and a half months left, so there's still time.
After finishing writing, I closed the notebook and turned off the light.
Tomorrow will be another new day.
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Time flies.
Three months passed in the blink of an eye.
It was still dark at Shrek Academy in the early morning.
In the courtyard, a figure hovered in mid-air, sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, scattering golden light flakes as its wings flapped.
That's Ma Hongjun.
After three months of intensive training, his transformation was clearly visible.
He had grown taller, his shoulders broader, and his arms thicker, making him resemble a sharpened blade, exuding a sharp and spirited aura. Long-term weight training had made his muscles more defined, and although he still retained the leanness of a young man, he already showed signs of a martial artist's physique.
He had reached a level of consummate skill in using his first soul skill, Wings of Light.
Initially, he could only fly for forty seconds, but now, at full power, he can maintain the flight for nearly two minutes. The flight altitude has increased from fifteen meters to thirty meters, and the speed is almost twice as fast as before. More importantly, his control over flight has become much more refined—sudden stops, turns, low-altitude skimming, and aerial rolls are all executed with precision.
Suddenly, Ma Hongjun folded his wings in mid-air and swooped down like a meteor.
Less than a meter above the ground, its wings suddenly unfolded, creating a gust of wind, and it landed steadily.
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