Virtue is Abundant

In the darkness, lines of small ice crystal characters emerged:

"The secret realm has an independent time flow."

"The first time you enter, you must consume your strength."

"All your soul power, wish power, and half of your merits have been provided to the secret realm."

"Current remaining soul power: 2/35;"

"Remaining willpower: 0;"

"Residual merit: 28."

All fine print flashed away.

All the darkness quickly gathered together, turned into a striking line, and disappeared from Wu Xiaode's eyes.

The world manifests.

Wu Xiaode found himself standing in front of a martial arts gym.

There are two lines written on the vermilion lacquer gate of the martial arts hall:

"The first level, first entry."

"You have chosen boxing as your main fighting style, but you have never received formal training in boxing, so you need to learn it from scratch."

Just as Wu Xiaode finished reading, these two lines disappeared.

The door opens.

A strong man came out and waved to Wu Xiaode.

"Master said someone is coming outside, is it you?"

"……yes."

"Come in with me."

The brawny man took Wu Xiaode into the martial arts hall and all the way to the martial arts hall.

I saw a middle-aged man with a long beard standing on the ring, and said to the strong man:

"Go down."

"Yes, Master." The strong man stepped back.

"You, come up." The middle-aged man said.

Wu Xiaode stepped onto the ring as he said.

"Don't be nervous, this is our time and space, and you have temporarily switched over from the other end of time and space through the method of the secret realm - from now on, I will teach you the basic boxing techniques." The middle-aged man said.

"Thank you Your Excellency, I follow you to practice martial arts today, but I still don't know what to call you?" Wu Xiaode clasped his fists and said.

He could feel the fluctuation of the soul power on the opponent.

The strength of the soul power is not even as good as his own.

but--

There are some things that can't just be based on soul power.

The other party has something that you don't have, and it is something you have always longed for.

Fist Inheritance!

finally.

I can officially learn boxing.

——This is my childhood dream.

"Don't ask, there are tens of thousands of people like me in the world, I teach you boxing for no other reason, I just hope that you will treat other tens of thousands of people like me in the future." The middle-aged man said.

Wu Xiaode admired him, cupped his fists again and said: "Yes."

The middle-aged man took a few steps forward and asked, "How long have you been practicing boxing?"

"Three—no, four days." Wu Xiaode said.

The middle-aged man was a little surprised.

Wu Xiaode added: "I encountered Ling's teaching, and I suddenly learned boxing techniques. I have done a lot of actual combat these days."

The middle-aged man nodded and said:

"Since there is a spiritual teaching, there will be no problems in the moves, but it is still just a castle in the air."

"I also ask your Excellency to advise." Wu Xiaode said.

"All boxing techniques start with practice—if you don't lay a solid foundation, no matter how magnificent the castle in the air is, it will still collapse one day."

The middle-aged man pointed to the humanoid training target beside him and said, "From now on, you must practice straight punches here, without using any soul power, until you hit a billion punches."

Wu Xiaode said: "Yes, but my time—"

"Don't think about time, the power of the secret realm is on you, and it's only a few breaths past when you go back." The middle-aged man said.

A line of small ice crystal characters appeared on the Book of the Dead at the same time:

"Don't worry about the passing of time."

Wu Xiaode has nothing to worry about.

He walked up to the human-shaped practice target, recalled the technique of straight punching, and stretched out his hand to punch.

Boom.

The humanoid exercise target made a loud noise.

"With your physical fitness, you can eat once every two days, rest once every seven days, and sleep once every twelve days." The middle-aged man said.

"Yes." Wu Xiaode said.

He continued to punch.

The middle-aged man looked at it for a while, and then said: "You can't punch fast, don't hurry, you have to experience every punch carefully."

"yes."

Wu Xiaode stood in front of the human-shaped practice target, slowed down and kept hitting.

Middle-aged men would come to point him out from time to time.

The sun rises and the moon sets, and the seasons change.

Year by year.

Whether it was a violent storm or a heavy snowfall, Wu Xiaode always stood in front of the target and kept punching.

He punched one after another until the end, gradually forgetting everything around him.

Time keeps moving forward.

Fifteen years.

The middle-aged man appeared again, looked at it for a while, and said:

"Punching can be done faster now."

"yes."

Wu Xiaode said.

Another ten years passed.

"Punch slower, slower than in the beginning."

"yes."

Another three years.

One day, Wu Xiaode was still boxing.

"stop."

The middle-aged man finally said.

Wu Xiaode stopped as he said.

"One billion punches is full." The middle-aged man said with a smile.

"Your Excellency, please continue to teach me the next boxing technique." Wu Xiaode said.

"Do you know why I want you to punch a billion punches?" the middle-aged man asked.

"I don't know." Wu Xiaode said.

"In terms of boxing, there is a simple truth - when you practice a certain amount, your boxing will naturally be different. This is what everyone knows 'quantity changes lead to qualitative changes'." The middle-aged man said .

"Since everyone knows it, everyone can do it." Wu Xiaode said.

"No, knowing doesn't mean doing it, being able to do it is the beginning of practice."

"yes."

Wu Xiaode felt it quietly.

Now, straight punches have become a part of his life, punching is like instinct, and the strength, angle, landing point, and effect of each punch have completely emerged in his mind.

"If a person has no talent, he can't become a peerless master, but after the baptism of quantitative changes, he can still become a pretty good boxer."

"As for you—"

"You are the inheritor of the Renhuang Fist, and I also believe in that spirit's judgment."

"So I will be stricter with you."

"Thank you Your Excellency." Wu Xiaode said.

"Starting today, practice swinging punches and punch a billion times." The middle-aged man said.

"yes."

Wu Xiaode took a step forward and started punching the target.

Time continued to pass.

Next, he also practiced various fighting moves such as hooks, jabs, punches, and elbows.

After all the movements have been practiced, practice legwork again.

The last is the combo boxing.

The martial arts disciples came and went, only he stayed in the martial arts hall.

When occasionally stopping to rest, those disciples would also talk about things in this world.

There are monsters in this world.

Human beings have been attacked by demons and suffered a lot.

So the martial arts gym is always full.

Everyone wants to learn boxing to protect themselves and their families in troubled times.

time flies.

Finally one day--

There was a lot of noise outside the martial arts hall, and there were even endless fluctuations in spells.

Wu Xiaode woke up from the state of immersion in martial arts practice.

A middle-aged man stood beside him.

"Your Excellency, may I ask what happened?" Wu Xiaode clasped his fists and said.

"The monster is coming - we're going to evacuate this place soon, but you don't need to pay attention."

The middle-aged man went on to say: "For more than a hundred years, your boxing has laid a solid foundation. With a solid foundation, you will succeed in the future. I have nothing to teach you."

"—you go."

Wu Xiaode was silent.

He looked around and found that none of the disciples were there.

Everyone has left.

No.

There was a bloody smell coming from outside the martial arts hall, accompanied by the roaring and screaming of human men, and the desperate crying, whimpering and screaming of women.

boom--

Tall buildings in the distance collapsed.

Firelight illuminated the sky.

Wu Xiaode watched for a few breaths, and said:

"Master, I'm leaving."

"You don't need to call me master." The middle-aged man shook his head.

"You teach me boxing for the sake of thousands of people in the future, no matter what, you are my master." Wu Xiaode said.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "According to this, you will have many masters in the future."

"What Master taught me, I will pass on to future generations."

"Well, that's good, I'm not in vain to teach you a lesson - you go."

Wu Xiaode turned around, walked down the ring slowly, and walked towards the front door.

"Slow down—the monster is almost at the front door, don't go out from there, go through the back door, and leave our world." The middle-aged man said loudly.

Wu Xiaode said: "I came from the front door, so naturally I have to go through the front door."

"There are too many monsters, this city can't be saved anymore, unless there are thousands of troops to protect this place - so if you can't make it through, and you will die here, then it's useless to learn martial arts."

The middle-aged man persuaded seriously.

Thousands of troops...

Wu Xiaode smiled, put on the gloves, and said softly:

"To tell you the truth, Master, I learned martial arts for this moment. Regardless of life or death, it is not in vain to use it at this moment."

He pushed open the door.

The long street outside the gate is full of demons and ghosts.

Eyes full of blood.

A three-meter-high magic cow rushed towards the gate of the martial arts hall.

Wu Xiaode put out his boxing frame, took a step forward, and punched the void.

Straight punch.

With this punch, a sense of insight was born in his heart.

Once the punch has been thrown, it is immediately possible to judge the location of the magic cow's punch, the degree of damage, the follow-up reaction, and how to deal with it.

This is an unpretentious, but almost unsolvable punch.

The magic cow rushed straight to the front of his fist, and hit his forehead impartially. His huge body was shaken, and he actually floated in mid-air.

——The ingenuity of force is almost miraculous.

Wu Xiaode punched again with a blank face.

Straight, straight, straight, swing, uppercut, jab.

Every punch seemed ordinary, but it made the demon bull howl violently and rolled backwards, knocking countless monsters away along the way.

More monsters looked over here one after another.

Wu Xiaode was not afraid at ease, withdrew his punches, turned around and bowed respectfully to the middle-aged man:

"Master."

"The disciple couldn't even afford the tuition for the first half of his life, so he could only hang out on the streets."

"Now I am fortunate to have a master to teach martial arts. Today, I know how to get started in boxing. I am always grateful."

"Today, the people here are devastated, if there are no thousands of troops and horses to resist the demons for this city—"

"A disciple is like a thousand troops."

After finishing speaking, he walked out of the gate of the martial arts hall and walked towards the densely packed monsters along the long street.

After taking a step, a pair of bronze hands appeared behind him, clenching their fingers into fists.

Pairs of bronze hands emerged one after another, clenched into fists, and appeared in the void behind him, arranged and shaped like lotuses in full bloom.

Countless bronze hands appeared behind him, like thousands of human masters who had come from the future to fight side by side with him.