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Chapter 3 The Power of the Wild Bull

As the morning exercise gong sounded, Liang Cheng was already standing in the front yard. As soon as he started practicing the Hunyuan stance, Zhou Hu's gaze swept over him.

"Sink your leg three more points!" Zhou Hu shouted.

Liang Cheng adjusted as instructed, his thighs becoming increasingly sore and numb. He gritted his teeth and persevered, the mayfly imprint shimmering deep within his consciousness.

After two hours of standing meditation, the other teenagers began to slump and stagger, but Liang Cheng, covered in sweat, still did not fall down. He walked step by step to the water vat to scoop water.

"Pretending to be something you're not."

A disgruntled voice came from the side. It was Zhao Yuan, the young master of the grain shop. He had good physique and was the best among this batch of apprentices.

Liang Cheng seemed not to hear, slowly drinking his water, his gaze fixed on the small words surfacing deep within his consciousness:

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It's faster than expected.

Keep going!

……

Five days later.

"Lift the stake!"

Zhou Hu shouted.

Liang Cheng assumed the Hunyuan stance, his soles touching the ground, his mind sinking down. In just three or five breaths, the feeling of "rooting" and stability naturally emerged.

The warmth from the old injuries to my lower back and knees spread out in one spot, undulating slightly with my breath.

Two hours later, Liang Cheng finished his practice and slowly exhaled, his eyes shining.

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Although progress was slow, every step was taken very steadily, and he could feel his old injuries healing step by step.

These past few days, he's already practicing standing meditation in the front yard before dawn. What others find arduous is a period of hardship, but for him, it's a process of meticulous refinement.

The daily progress he could see fueled his growing enthusiasm.

Then for another seven days, I practiced standing meditation in the morning.

As Zhou Hu patrolled, his gaze would occasionally sweep over Liang Cheng. The young man's clothes were soaked with sweat, yet his figure remained as steady as a rock, and his breathing was long and even, exuding an air of unwavering composure.

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"That concludes the exercise."

At Zhou Hu's command, the boys collapsed to the ground, panting. Liang Cheng stood up, his breathing not too disordered.

This time, Zhou Hu called Liang Cheng over to personally assess him. Zhao Yuan glanced at him and snorted coldly. He had been taught the Wild Bull Strength seven days ago, and now his boxing stance was quite good. He believed that he had already left Liang Cheng far behind.

Senior Brother Zhou is so kind; I am the one who deserves to be mentored. That poor guy probably can't even afford next month's tuition.

Seven more days passed.

Liang Cheng continued to improve, and even accelerated his progress.

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After morning practice that day, Zhou Hu called Liang Cheng and two other apprentices with solid stances to his side, while Zhao Yuan and the other five practiced the "Raging Bull Strength" technique together.

"You have already laid a solid foundation in stance training," Zhou Hu said to Liang Cheng and the other two. "Starting today, I will teach you the basic stances of the Wild Bull Force. Watch carefully."

He assumed a stance and practiced the first three moves of the "Raging Bull" technique. His movements were steady and powerful, with his waist and stance in perfect harmony, and his punches carried the wind.

"The essence of 'wild bull's power' lies in the word 'integration.' The force originates from the ground, flows through the waist and back, and reaches the fist. The form must be integrated, and the power must be even more integrated!"

As Zhou Hu explained, he slowed down the movements to break them down.

Liang Cheng watched intently, memorizing every movement and move. With Zhou Hu's explanation, he kept it all in his mind. After the demonstration, Zhou Hu let them practice on their own.

Zhao Yuan's punches whistled through the air, drawing cheers from several people. After retracting his fist, he glanced at Liang Cheng and saw that Liang Cheng was slowly getting into a stance, his movements still somewhat clumsy, especially when shifting his waist and hips. He couldn't help but sneer.

Li Mao, who was beside him, understood and raised his voice, "Liang Cheng, your punches are weak and feeble. They are far inferior to Senior Brother Zhao's. Learning seven days later is no good."

Several teenagers laughed along.

Liang Cheng seemed not to hear, as he was fully focused on the flow of internal energy, combining the "solidity" he had gained from stance training with his boxing form.

With the help of the mayfly mark, he could clearly perceive where his back injury hindered his power and try to adjust the angle of his power.

Once, twice...

He kept making minor adjustments, beads of sweat rolling down his face.

"Focus on your own training!"

Zhou Hu's low shout brought Li Mao and the others to immediate silence.

During the afternoon sparring session, Zhou Hu lingered a little longer beside Liang Cheng, patting his waist, hips, shoulders, and back with skillful force.

"Where the mind goes, the energy follows; where the energy goes, the strength follows. Since your back injury has not yet healed, you cannot force the power to flow through; you need to find an opening and follow the momentum."

"Yes, senior brother," Liang Cheng replied.

Guided by this force, he felt a heat in his lower back, and a joint that had been difficult to move suddenly opened up. He threw a punch, and the sound of the wind immediately changed.

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A hint of surprise flashed in Zhou Hu's eyes.

This Liang Cheng, who had just learned the Wild Bull Strength and had old injuries, actually grasped the basics so quickly.

He nodded, walked over to the others, and continued to pass on his skills.

After finishing his practice in the evening, Liang Cheng, as usual, stayed in the corner of the courtyard to practice more.

Under the moonlight, he practiced each move with the force of a bull, not fast but extremely steady. He repeatedly experimented with the direction of the force that Zhou Hu had guided during the day, and incorporated it into his muscle memory.

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He stood with his fist clenched, exhaling gently, feeling the increasingly smooth flow of qi and blood within his body, and the noticeably stronger strength in his waist and legs. He felt increasingly calm and not arrogant.

The road ahead is long and arduous, but we must continue to practice diligently!

……

night.

Yang Wei was sitting in a grand chair with his eyes closed, resting, when Zhou Hu came up to him and quietly reported on the progress of this batch of apprentices.

"Zhao Yuan has the best physical constitution, is strong, learns boxing quickly, and has already mastered five-tenths of the Wild Bull Strength. However, he is a bit too ambitious and lacks patience."

Yang Wei hummed in agreement: "A common problem among rich kids, anything else?"

"Li Mao and Wang Hai are just average-looking people, they follow the rules step by step, nothing special." Zhou Hu paused, "Only Liang Cheng, I'm a little unsure about him."

Upon hearing this, Yang Wei opened his eyes: "That dockworker with a flawed constitution?"

"Exactly." Zhou Hu's tone was somewhat serious. "This boy has excellent comprehension, and what's even more rare is his calm temperament and willingness to work hard. His progress in the Hunyuan stance is good, and although he started late with the Mangniu Jin, his strength is on the right track, and his progress is visible to the naked eye."

"Oh?" Yang Wei sat up straighter. "Injured bone structure, but it won't affect your cultivation?"

"The effects are still there, but his comprehension is excellent," Zhou Hu recalled Liang Cheng's training, "and he was very hardworking, practicing until the very end every day."

Yang Wei tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest: "What do you think?"

Zhou Hu pondered: "His physical constitution is indeed a weakness, which will limit his potential in the long run. However, with his current comprehension and temperament, it is not impossible for him to reach the peak of Ming Jin, or even break through to An Jin. He is a promising talent."

Yang Wei nodded: "Since he is a promising talent, then we should put in more effort. However, rules are rules. He must pay his due tuition fees in full, but we should not hold back on his guidance in cultivation."

"Disciple understands."

"Also," Yang Wei added, "give Zhao Yuan a warning, don't let him waste his talent, and temper his character."

"Yes."

When Zhou Hu left the main hall, it was already dark, and the sound of wind breaking could still be heard from a corner of the front yard.

Liang Cheng was still practicing his "Raging Bull Strength" technique, sweating profusely.

He watched from afar for a while, then, without disturbing them, turned and left.