ATPnovel Chapter 48 Iron Man Stake
Chapter 48 Iron Man Stake
A month ago, he only knew how to use long fist.
A month later, he had a basic understanding of the five major instruments.
Because of his copper-skinned martial arts skills, he possesses superb muscle control and eyesight, making it incredibly easy for him to learn these basic weapons.
Now, the more proficient I am with the weapons, the deeper I understand the principles of the splitting, collapsing, drilling, cannoning, and horizontal fist techniques I practiced before. Every time I practice the weapons and then the fist techniques, I have indeed gained something.
Conversely, practicing boxing promotes the advancement of weaponry; the two complement each other and achieve mutual success.
For the past month, Yang Silang felt tireless, single-minded, and focused solely on the martial arts training hall.
Of course, such rapid progress is inseparable from Long Yi's encouragement—or rather, harsh criticism.
However, after returning home battered and bruised on the first night, he used his Rejuvenation Technique five times to remove all the bruises, discoloration, and negative effects from his body, restoring his full energy. He knew that the money he had spent at Fengyanlou was about to be recouped.
Therefore, the next day he changed into long sleeves and trousers to cover up the unusual appearance of his body, which had returned to normal...
Fortunately, since I was learning about equipment, I didn't have to worry about getting beaten up.
Once it's restored, it really can't be covered up anymore. You can't exactly wear a mask to class, can you?
Because the human face has facial features and vital points, which can easily cause irreversible damage, Long Yiyan did not target these areas with his broadsword and spear, thus solving this problem for Yang Silang.
So, he would get beaten up during the day, use his supernatural powers to recover at night, and then go back to get beaten up the next day refreshed and full of energy...
Yang Silang estimated.
Learning for one month is equivalent to learning for three or four months by others.
Others get tired and need to recover from injuries, but I don't.
And having a group of iron-willed martial arts masters accompany you to practice moves twice a day, morning and afternoon, is such a blessing.
It's not something that can be done by spending money.
He asked Zhu Tong, the grandson of Master Zhu, and learned that the head of Zhenshan Martial Arts School was a master of iron bones. Apart from his successor, other martial artists with copper skin might only be able to fight him once or twice a month!
Even if it's a disciple who is as close as a son or a student, at most they can give you some pointers every day, but they can't be your sparring partner every day, otherwise that would be contrary to the Heavenly Gang.
Judging by money alone, he probably earned hundreds or thousands of taels of silver this month.
Yang Silang sometimes thought that he would even be willing to invite this instructor to drink and brothels every day. This treatment was better than being given special treatment, and even the successor of the mantle could not experience it.
Inside the martial arts hall.
Long Yiyan was stubborn and unwilling to lose face.
As long as Yang Silang could move, he had to beat him hard to uphold what he had said.
How can there be a coach who can ruin a student's training?
Thus, they became sparring partners in effect. By the time Long Yi realized something was wrong, he was already in a difficult situation, caught between a rock and a hard place.
On the playground.
The two tumbled and rolled, their blades flashing. Then Long Yi added a shield and switched to sword and shield techniques. He then switched to a bow and a hammer, teaching them each of the five basic weapons in turn.
"Let's call it a day for this morning..." Long Yi threw down the shield in his hand, exhaled softly, and slowly regulated his breathing.
He felt a bit numbness in his arm and soreness in his fingers. He quickly stretched and clenched his hands behind his back to restore his blood circulation.
For some reason, the longer the fight went on, the more uncomfortable he felt, as if he were hitting a steel wall.
How to put it? Kill a thousand enemies, but lose two hundred of your own.
The recoil was somewhat painful, and the longer it lasted, the more uncomfortable it became.
Thanks to my extensive experience, I was able to take him down with each training session. However, as he became more proficient with the equipment, his resistance and delays became longer and longer each time.
If he were just an ordinary Iron-Bone Martial Arts Master, he probably wouldn't be able to teach him and would instead be pushed away.
Am I getting old?
A terrifying thought flashed through Long Yi's mind.
"Yes, Instructor..."
Yang Silang also put down his shield and bowed respectfully.
Removing the full set of armor was troublesome, so he first took off his helmet, revealing a pair of bright, gleaming eyes. This was because he was full of energy and spirit, but did not yet know how to store it in his internal organs.
"Coach, what are we practicing this afternoon?"
Long Yi felt a lump in his throat. Good heavens, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would have thought that this guy had just been in a fierce battle?
I don't know how much of my energy I'll have recovered by the afternoon. Wouldn't it be asking for trouble to fight you again, you brat?
You're incredibly talented, you're not afraid of being tired, but I'm exhausted.
His eyes lit up, and he had an idea. He then led Yang Silang into the backyard of the martial arts hall.
In the open space of the backyard, there were several human-shaped stakes.
At the very front is a hardwood stake, carved into a human figure, with a faint red glow. Behind it is an iron man stake, cast by some skilled craftsman. This iron man is lifelike, with outstretched arms in a defensive posture.
Further on is a bronze statue, covered with acupoints, some of which are marked with bright red cinnabar.
Yang Silang couldn't help but glance at the bronze statue a few more times.
Long Yi turned around, his face serious.
"You've almost mastered the equipment, learned the basic moves, and are quite proficient at countering them. All you need is practice and refinement. You'll get there with consistent effort over time."
"You can start practicing Iron Man Stance now. The Iron Bone Martial Master realm requires the bones inside the body to be like refined iron, ringing out, able to withstand blunt impacts, and the strength to be more than 50% greater than that of a Copper Skin Martial Artist."
"This was achieved through tempering the bones and using elixirs."
"To forge your bones, you must practice this Iron Man stance. Watch closely..."
With a whoosh, Long Yi quickly moved half a step to the Iron Man Stake, then began to strike the stake with a rhythmic and dynamic motion, hitting every part of it—fists, arms, hips, waist, legs, buttocks, elbows, chest, and back—leaving no spot untouched.
Fortunately, the foundation pit beneath this pile was dug to an unknown depth, which ensured that it remained upright despite being ravaged by an Iron-Boned Martial Artist, only swaying slightly. Even so, it still looked quite frightening.
After a while.
Long Yi finished his practice and asked, "Did you understand? If you understand, remember to use medicinal oil after each practice session, otherwise you'll easily ruin your health."
In addition, don't overexert yourself; don't train when you're physically exhausted, otherwise it will do more harm than good.
If you find practicing the Iron Man Pole boring, you can hire a martial arts school disciple to beat your whole body. You will also need to take medicine afterward. The Iron Man Pole is more effective, but it costs more money.
Yang Silang nodded in agreement.
The method of practice is actually not complicated; he understood it after watching it a few times.
As for spending money, what kind of money?
If you practice on your own, wouldn't that save you the money?
Besides, there are also Da Niu and other classmates, so what's wrong with everyone putting in some effort to practice with me?
At worst, I can just give them some pointers; it won't be like owing them a favor.
Long Yi gave a few more careful instructions.
He said that during the skin training stage, even if the medication is insufficient, it can still be successful, it just takes longer. However, during the bone training stage, the auxiliary medication must be sufficient, otherwise it will be impossible to complete the training.
It's one thing if you can't train successfully, but it could also ruin your life.
The so-called "copper skin and iron bones" are actually half talent and half medicine, and medicine is even more important than talent.
This is why gold and silver are more important than innate talent and understanding.
In other words, as long as you have money, even if you have poor comprehension and talent, you can still improve. But to become a great martial artist who can sense qi, find acupoints, and integrate the five internal organs, becoming as soft as cotton and as hard as steel, you need to have good comprehension.
Without sufficient comprehension, simply piling up elixirs is beyond the reach of ordinary people.
"Alright!" Long Yi clapped his hands. "The month is up. Now you can practice on your own..."
"Before you become an Iron-Bone Martial Master, there's nothing more I need to teach you..."
"If I'm still alive when you become a martial arts master..." He shook his head. "How could it be that fast? Let's talk about it later..."
With a flick of his sleeve, Long Yi walked towards the front courtyard.
Yang Silang followed behind, feeling puzzled. Judging from what Instructor Long said, he might not stay in Gongzhou Prefecture for long.
outside.
The students are happily slacking off.
Long Yi stood with his hands on his hips, laughing loudly to the sky.
"You little rascals, haven't gotten a beating in a while, aren't you itching for one?!"
"From now on, four times a day, every single time!"
"It seems like the problem lies with me that we haven't produced a single bronze-skinned warrior in so long!"
Everyone was shocked, and some clever people turned around and tried to escape.
hum...
With a single glance and a quick step, Long covered several meters in an instant, charging into the crowd. With a flurry of kicks, the students fell to the ground like wheat.
An ordinary student could take one punch, but Ma and Yan could take two.
He's so full of heroic spirit, that's more like it!
That's it!
That Yang Silang is simply an oddball, a monster. I'll never go looking for him again!