Jidao Wusheng: I am invincible in my flesh and tear the weirdness apart with my bare hands

Chapter 21: The Four Levels of Strength Refining
[Red Line Fist, Getting Started! ]

The blood began to boil.

A warm current flows out from the heart, then spreads to the limbs, and finally flows back and stops at the shoulders.

I saw two bright red lines on the shoulders.

Slowly, the blood-red line disappeared, and Zhang Lingshan's body returned to calm.

"Is this the introduction?"

Zhang Lingshan clenched his fists slightly, but did not find any changes. The increase in strength was minimal, not as good as the increase brought by the Hunyuan Zhengyang Posture.

He tried the red line punch.

The body began to heat up from the boxing routine, and two blood lines slowly appeared on the shoulders.

At this time, when Zhang Lingshan punched again, he felt that his strength had increased by more than one level, at least doubled.

"So this is the secret of the Red Line Fist. However, during a fight, the enemy won't give you time to warm up."

Zhang Lingshan was quite speechless.

I feel like this is a waste.

But the Red Line Fist is the boxing style that Hong Zhengdao is famous for, it shouldn’t be so rubbish.

He thought about it and decided not to figure it out on his own anymore and went straight to his master to explain his doubts.

“You’ve gotten started?”

When Hong Zhengdao heard Zhang Lingshan ask this question, he was shocked for a moment and asked Zhang Lingshan to demonstrate his boxing skills in front of him.

When he saw that Zhang Lingshan's boxing was clean and neat, without any stumbling, and there was even a red line on his shoulder.

Hong Zhengdao's expression suddenly became interesting.

"Okay, okay. You were able to get started so quickly, which shows that you have been working hard every day without slacking off. It was a good decision to move you to Hongwu Street."

Hong Zhengdao was very pleased, and then said: "You asked a very good question. Next, I will teach you how to fight the Red Line Fist, and you will understand."

Say it.

He stomped his feet on the ground, then squatted slightly, leaned forward, and clenched his fists tightly, making crisp crackling sounds.

At this moment, Zhang Lingshan saw thin red lines condensing on the surface of Hong Zhengdao's fists.

"drink!"

Hong Zhengdao suddenly shouted loudly, and rushed forward, his fist falling heavily in front of Zhang Lingshan like a cannon hammer.

thump.

The hot wind blew and Zhang Lingshan fell down suddenly. He felt his breath stagnate and his heart stopped beating.

It was not until Hong Zhengdao finished his exercise that he began to breathe heavily and sweat poured down his body. In a short time, the ground was soaked with sweat. He seemed to have lost all his strength and could not even stand up.

Wait until he has almost caught his breath.

Hong Zhengdao stretched out his hand to pull him up and asked, "Do you understand? This is how to fight."

Zhang Lingshan, having just recovered from the shock, shook his head.

Hong Zhengdao smiled and soothed him, "Take a break first, calm down, recall the two moves I just made, and try to do it yourself. I think you should understand."

"It's Master."

Zhang Lingshan nodded heavily.

After a while.

He took a sip of tea and finally calmed down, thinking back to Hong Zhengdao's stomping forward and the cannon hammer move.

His heart moved and he understood a little.

These two moves are clearly the shaking fist and hammer fist styles in the Red Line Fist.

The difference is that the posture and strength in the training method are relatively gentle, while the fighting method is more intense.

Thinking of this, Zhang Lingshan imagined that the person standing in front of him was Li Fu, the damned bastard. Then, he angrily exerted his strength, roared wildly, and rushed forward with a bang.

boom!
A punch landed hard on Hong Zhengdao's stomach.

Zhang Lingshan was shocked and quickly withdrew his hand: "Master, when did you come in front of me?"

Hong Zhengdao laughed and said, "You have a good understanding. The fighting method is the method of beating people. You have to break down the training routines, and then choose the moves that should be performed according to the specific situation. Sometimes, even just repeating the same move over and over again can defeat the enemy."

As he spoke, he put one hand behind his back and said, "Come on, try to hit my stomach. If you can hit it, you win, and you can make a request."

"Yes!"

Zhang Lingshan took a deep breath, rushed out suddenly, and punched hard, attacking Hong Zhengdao's stomach.

However, Hong Zhengdao simply swiped his left hand and his body spun out.

Zhang Lingshan responded quickly and immediately used the swinging fist style, but it was still of no avail.

This went on for dozens of rounds, but he didn't even touch Hong Zhengdao's wrist, let alone his stomach.

It's like I'm a three-year-old child, at the mercy of others.

"As expected of you, Master. I am powerless."

Zhang Lingshan admitted defeat honestly.

Hong Zhengdao smiled and said, "Do you know why you lost? In a word, your skills are clumsy and your strength is too weak.

“Skills cannot be acquired through practice alone, you need to practice more. How can you develop skills without practicing?
"Strength requires training. Lifting stone locks, rolling stone balls, pulling stone slabs, etc., adding weight to hone strength are all ways to train strength.

“If you want to become stronger, it’s impossible just by practicing boxing routines.

"So from now on, you have to go to the backyard to train your strength and practice boxing with Shi Lei and others.

"This is a slow and painstaking process. I can't help you. There is a huge gap between you and me in terms of training. You won't be able to achieve anything. You must find someone with similar strength to you so that you can learn from him.

"Remember, take your time and don't rush. If you injure your bones and muscles while training, it will take a hundred days to recover, and that's a waste of precious time.

"Sometimes, slow is fast, and fast is slow, understand?"

Hong Zhengdao said earnestly.

Zhang Lingshan nodded heavily to show that he understood.

"Okay, then I will tell you about the four stages of strength training."

Hong Zhengdao said in a deep voice: "There is a mnemonic, called one skin, two flesh, three tendons, four bones. It means, first grind the skin, then refine the flesh, then change the tendons, and finally strengthen the bones.

"Every level of advancement brings about earth-shaking changes.

“Let me put it this way, an ordinary skin-grinding warrior cannot withstand a punch from a flesh-refining warrior.

“And ordinary people would not be able to withstand a punch from a skin-grinding warrior.

"Don't look at your Senior Brother Shi Lei as a cunning, lazy, greedy and slippery warrior, but he is also a skilled warrior. If you practice fighting with him, you will be knocked down by one punch.

“So when you go to the backyard to find someone to practice with, don’t look for someone at Shi Lei’s level, look for someone who has not had his skin smoothed like you.

"When you feel that you have enough strength to lift a 200-jin stone lock with one hand, you can go find a skin polishing warrior to give it a try. Do you understand?"

Zhang Lingshan nodded: "Disciple understands."

"Well, let's eat. You were sweating profusely after being scared by me just now. You may catch a cold easily. You need to replenish yourself."

"Thank you, Master."

Zhang Lingshan was secretly delighted.

I can eat for free again.

A meal here at Master Hong's is more expensive than what you can get outside even if you spend a lot of money. One meal here is equivalent to several meals.

If his connections were not so limited, he would have come here every day to eat for free.

"By the way, Master, what level are you at?"

(End of this chapter)