Half a month later, at the Martial Arts Dojo, Xingyi Society.
"Welcome new students to join our Xingyi Society, I am the advisor of Xingyi Society, Teng Qinglong."
A robust man in his thirties appeared on the stage to speak, igniting a stir among the newcomers beneath.
"Is he Teacher Teng?"
"The number one in Xingyi at Tianbei Second Middle School?"
"I heard he specializes in Xingyi Fist and advances with it as his direction, now he's a rare Tier Five Professional—Xingyi Martial Sect!"
"This profession specializes in Xingyi, enhancing the power of Xingyi Fist significantly, and making his Xingyi more exquisite. It is said that as long as he teaches, your fist technique can hugely improve, and might even suddenly enlighten and break through realms."
"He is one of the most outstanding Martial Dao teachers at our Tianbei Second Middle School; his classes are usually fully booked. Only the juniors in the senior classes can schedule his Martial Dao classes; us freshmen can only have ordinary Martial Artist's guidance."
"But fortunately, he is an advisor teacher of Xingyi Society, so he occasionally takes time to teach fist techniques here and guides some outstanding members. Many senior students join Xingyi Society for this reason."
"It seems our choice is correct; the Xingyi Society, being one of the three major Martial Societies at Tianbei Second Middle School, if Teacher Teng sees me and takes me as a direct disciple, won't I become a Xingyi Grandmaster too?"
"You have quite the dreams..."
The crowd below buzzed with excitement, but Teng Qinglong did not interrupt them, allowing them to talk, and only after a moment did he give a gentle cough to silence the murmuring.
"Xingyi Fist Technique is one of the Empire's three fundamental martial arts. Although it's basic, it is profound. Next, let me demonstrate it, and I hope everyone learns well."
"Wow!"
Upon these words, the applause thundered below, with the new students clapping excitedly and the old ones paying full attention.
As the finest martial arts teacher at Tianbei Second Middle School, an expert in Xingyi, Teng Qinglong's classes are widely sought after, but not evenly distributed, with even the top class nearing graduation only getting his Martial Dao class once a month.
Therefore, whenever the Xingyi Society hosts large events inviting him, seats are always full, with some non-members willing to pay to sit in.
With eager anticipation, the people below watched, and Teng Qinglong wasted no time, performing and explaining simultaneously on stage.
"Xingyi, shape is the framework, intention is the essence. Its mastery lies within the Xingyi Twelve Forms."
"The Dragon Form is the leader among forms, the fundamental of Xingyi Fist Skill, prioritizing the refining of blood and Gang Yuan, focusing on subduing personal strength to reach the realm of transforming into a dragon."
"Due to Xingyi Fist's strong control over personal strength, Dragon Form is the best option for long-range attacks using Inner Yuan externally. Whether it's the Dragon Subduing Skill unleashed by fist and palm or the Dragon Subduing Roar released by sound, both are the top ranged attack methods in Xingyi."
"Watch closely—Dragon Subduing Palm."
On the high platform, Teng Qinglong activated the True Yuan within, raised his hand to unleash a dragon shadow over ten meters long, vivid like a real dragon emerging from the sea, striking the alloy target and causing trembling in all directions.
"Gasp!!!"
Upon witnessing this scene, senior students were fine, but new students inhaled sharply, shaken by the unmatched palm skill.
"Is this the Dragon Subduing Skill?"
"Terrifying, so terrifying!"
"A single palm producing a golden dragon shadow dozens of meters long?"
"Is this the power of a Xingyi Martial Sect?"
"As expected from a Tier Five rare profession specializing in Xingyi, they could probably match a Cultivator in strength, right?"
"Of course, the Dao has three thousand paths, all leading to the same end. Martial Dao and Immortal Dao are actually not superior or inferior, only personal strength differs."
The crowd beneath sang praises.
Teng Qinglong did not stop, the True Yuan gathered in heart and lungs, and he unleashed another powerful Xingyi move.
"Dragon Subduing Roar!"
"Boom!!!"
With just a dragon roar, Teng Qinglong's deep voice concentrated the sound waves beyond human control, transforming them into a golden dragon with claws outstretched, hitting the alloy target again, causing a thunderous shock, shattering the alloy target.
"Gasp!!!"
The crowd below inhaled sharply again, staring at the alloy target shattered by the Dragon Subduing Roar, speechless for a moment.
"Is this the Dragon Subduing Roar?"
"The ultimate killing move of Dragon Subduing Skill, also the strongest long-range attack in the Xingyi Twelve Forms!"
"No, it's not the strongest. It's said to combine with the Tiger Form to create the Harmonious Balance of Strength and Softness in the Dragon-Slaying Tiger-Subduing Celestial Thunder Roar, capable of ignoring internal and external defenses, smashing mountains from kilometers away."
"The Dragon Subduing Skill subdues oneself, even controlling sound waves, with the destructive power of Dragon Subduing Roar completely focused on the target— despite our proximity, we weren't affected."
"That's because Teacher Teng's Dragon Subduing Skill has reached the Transformation Realm, capable of consolidating Inner Yuan and roar to this degree. No ordinary Martial Artist would dare to release Dragon Subduing Roar publicly like this."
The crowd below chatted in amazement, their eyes gazing at Teng Qinglong with utmost admiration.
Looking back at the stage, after showcasing two powerful moves, Teng Qinglong didn't rest, continuing to demonstrate other essential moves from Xingyi.
"Tiger Form—Wind-Splitting Claw!"
"Bear Form—Shaking Mountain Palm!"
"Snake Form—Silk Binding Hand!"
"Horse Form—Taling Pass!"
"Tuo Form—Tuo Dragon Armor!"
"..."
Move after move, seamlessly executed, invoking awe.
After a long duration, everything returned to calm as Teng Qinglong concluded the fist skills and directly delivered the closing remarks.
"These are the core moves of Xingyi Fist; if you master these moves and practice the Twelve Forms of True Skills, advancing to Tier Four is straightforward, Tier Five is quite hopeful too. I hope everyone works hard…"
"Alright, now it's free practice time, everyone can discuss and learn from each other!"
After encouragement, Teng Qinglong left the stage and disappeared.
"He's leaving?"
"No, Teacher Teng!"
"Is he really that busy?"
"Of course he is, with everything newly started, all courses fully booked, besides teaching direct disciples and ensuring his cultivation pace. If he weren't an advisor teacher in Xingyi Society, we freshmen wouldn't even see him."
"Resources are tight!"
"No more talk, let's practice a bit, I feel like I'm breaking through."
"..."
Although Teng Qinglong's quick departure was regrettable, the members' enthusiasm didn't cool; in the Martial Arts Dojo, they intensely practiced Xingyi Fist Skills, striving to digest what they learned.
As the afternoon came.
"Senior Sister, trust me, he truly is a master!"
In the Xingyi Society office, Zhong Qin placed her hands on the desk, earnestly gazing at the person before her: "Absorbing him into our society has only benefits, no drawbacks."
"It's not that I don't believe you!"
In front of her, a woman in a black martial arts uniform shook her head: "What you said is too exaggerated, a first-year student who has just refined Inner Strength, directing you in form intention condensation and Qi Refining into Gang, how can I believe it? Even if I do, others in the society won't."
"And look at his demands; is he joining our society, or acting like a lord? Even if he had the qualifications, I'd have to consider if it's worth it."
"So, don't waste your breath here. As an old member, I can let him join, but I won't agree to any of these terms."
The woman, strong-willed, firmly rejected Zhong Qin's request.
Yet Zhong Qin persisted: "But Senior Sister..."
"Thunk, thunk, thunk!"
Before her words spoke, there came a knock.
The woman's eyes turned: "Come in!"
"Vice President."
A young man entered, first approaching the woman's desk, then glanced at Zhong Qin: "The newcomer you brought is causing trouble."
"Causing trouble?"
This left Zhong Qin stunned, the woman furrowed her brow: "What kind of trouble?"
The young man, with a cold expression, turned to Zhong Qin: "Go see for yourself."
"..."
"..."
Time rewinds to just moments ago.
In Xingyi Society, Martial Arts Dojo.
"That's not how you strike."
With a word, the fuse was lit.