After practicing swordplay for a while, Wang Teng returned it to the weapons room.
After emerging, he switched to boxing.
The swordsman, seeing this, shook his head again. Martial arts practice is about concentration, not quantity.
If Wang Teng had practiced swordplay twice and was now going to practice boxing, he might as well have just practiced one. Otherwise, he'd definitely not master either.
"This new guy is diligent, but a little clueless."
Wang Teng hadn't realized he'd been labeled "stupid."
After doing boxing twice, he felt he'd gotten a bit more proficient in the basics. Hmm, that was working.
Turning around, he saw a tall figure standing nearby, arms folded.
It looked like he'd been watching for a while.
"Teacher, when did you get here? Why didn't you say anything? You scared me."
The figure was the martial arts instructor who had taught Wang Teng the "9th National Radio Gymnastics" last night. Seeing him still gave Wang Teng a slight tingle.
"Young man, I see you've been practicing for a while. Your punches are quite good!" the instructor gave Wang Teng a thumbs-up.
"Thank you for the compliment!"
Wang Teng blushed and said, "Teacher, my name is Wang Teng. I don't even know yours."
"My name is Peng Hai. You don't have to call me Teacher. Just call me Senior Brother Peng," Peng Hai said.
"Senior Brother Peng," Wang Teng readily agreed, then asked, "Are you here so early too?"
"I'm not talented enough. I'm in my twenties, and I'm still a high-level martial artist. I can only rely on hard work," Peng Hai said dejectedly.
Wang Teng was suddenly at a loss for words.
"Hahaha, don't mind me. I was just grumbling. Wang Teng, you have great talent and are willing to work hard. I believe in less than three years, you'll become a martial artist. Keep up the good work," Peng Hai encouraged.
Three years?
No, maybe three days will be enough!
Wang Teng thought so, but he could only nod and say, "I'll try my best, Senior Brother Peng!"
"Okay, I'll go to the third floor for training. Other senior martial artists will be guiding you today. Of course, feel free to contact me if you have any questions," Peng Hai said.
"What a warm-hearted senior brother!"
Wang Teng couldn't help but sigh as he watched him ascend the stairs.
Before long, students began arriving one after another, and the training hall gradually became bustling with activity.
"Senior Brother."
"Good morning, Senior Brother!"
"Senior Sister, you're still so beautiful today!"
...
Acquaintances greeted each other and then began their own training. Everyone valued their time, racing against time.
Looking at them, Wang Teng suddenly felt that these students were like sheep walking upright on two legs, their bodies covered in fur, so much fur they could never pluck it all.
"That's wonderful!" A hint of a fatherly smile played at the corner of his mouth.
Once they're fat, they can be slaughtered... Ugh, such a fine sheep isn't meant to be slaughtered; it must be plucked.
As everyone began their fervent training, bubbles of various attributes began to fall.
Soon, the training hall became a sea of bubbles.
Wang Teng happily immersed himself in them.
He didn't dare actually sing the song out loud, fearing he'd be beaten to death. Instead, he silently sang the song in his heart, making a fortune.
If there were a notification sound at this time, it would be something like this:
[Strength*2] and [Speed*6] dropped ahead. Pick them up, and your strength and speed will increase!
[Basic Boxing Skill*2] dropped ahead. Pick them up, and your basic boxing skills will become even more proficient!
[Comprehension*1] and [Constituency*3] dropped ahead. Pick them up, and your comprehension and constitution will increase!
...
There were even more people training on Saturday than last night.
Wang Teng had completely underestimated the number of attribute drops everyone would receive, or rather, he had underestimated their dedication.
The harder the students trained, the greater the chance of attribute drops.
It's like milking a cow: the harder you squeeze, the more you get.
After a whole day, he had actually completed the transformation from a low-level martial artist to an intermediate martial artist.
Whether it was strength, speed, or stamina, he had surpassed the intermediate martial artist threshold without a single ounce of excess.
Not only that, his basic boxing, basic body movements, and basic swordsmanship had all achieved minor success!
Combat skills can be categorized by proficiency level: basic, proficient, minor, major, and subtle...
At proficiency, a skill can already unleash its full power. Minor success offers an even greater advantage, at least double the power.
And reaching major or even subtle would increase the power many times over.
In addition, Wang Teng had also acquired [Basic Sword Skills] and advanced it to proficiency level.
The harvest was truly remarkable.
In the evening, it was time for lunch.
The trainees, already hungry after a day of training, packed up and left the training hall one after another.
At that moment, Wang Teng was in a corner, inspecting the results.
He held a black iron sword in hand, moving with his movements, swinging his longsword with a sound that ripped through the air.
The young man who had practiced swordsmanship that morning was returning his sword and walking out of the weapons room.
He happened to pass by Wang Teng and glanced at him.
"This, this..."
He was completely shocked, his mouth wide open, and he rubbed his eyes vigorously, as if he suspected he was hallucinating.
"This is definitely not a basic swordsmanship of proficiency. It must be a minor accomplishment!"
He himself was proficient, though not yet a minor accomplishment, but he still had good vision.
But how could this be possible? That morning, he had seen Wang Teng training, and he was still just a beginner, his swordsmanship very crude.
A day later, and he saw him again, he had actually reached a minor accomplishment!
This had to be a joke, right?
Could such a genius really exist in the world?
He felt like he was questioning his own life. He had mocked someone this morning, but now, thinking about it, it seemed a bit ridiculous.
"Crazy! Crazy!"
The young man, looking dejected, shook his head with a wry smile and walked out of the training hall.
Wang Teng hadn't noticed such a person existed at all. He practiced his sword, blade, fist, and body movements, feeling a sense of freedom throughout his body.
"Huh!"
He slowly exhaled and returned his weapons to the weapons room.
As he walked towards the martial arts gym's underground parking lot, he called up his stats panel.
[Comprehension]: 28
[Constitution]: 52
[Strength]: 455
[Speed]: 185
[Combat Skills]: Basic Boxing (Minor Success), Basic Body Movement (Minor Success), Basic Swordsmanship (Minor Success), Basic Swordsmanship (Proficient)
"What a great day!" Wang Teng smiled as he drove home.
At home, Li Xiumei was cooking. The rich aroma of meat wafted from the kitchen, and Wang Teng's stomach immediately growled.
"Mom, what did you cook today? It smells so good!" he asked as he entered the kitchen.
"Your dad specifically told me to buy you some star beast meat," Li Xiumei smiled.
"Really? My dad spent so much money on it!" Wang Teng exclaimed in amazement.
Star beasts are wild beasts mutated by the influence of the Force, so called because the Force originated from the stars.
Their meat is incredibly nutritious, unlike any other beast, and is extremely expensive.
"Smells so good! Let me try some."
He spotted a plate of braised pork on the stove, his saliva welling. He couldn't help but pick up a piece and pop it into his mouth.
"Mmm, so delicious, Mom! You're such a great cook."
"Oh my! You're a starving ghost reincarnated. And you're all so sweaty! Go take a shower!" Li Xiumei shooed him out of the kitchen.