"I'll go!!"

Someone in the crowd quickly responded to the challenge.

As a practitioner of martial arts.

There's never a lack of courage for a challenge.

Even if the person before them is the only contestant exempt from the preliminary rounds.

Fang Qingyu didn't speak, just beckoned with his finger.

"Chen Hu!"

The youth, as sturdy as a tower, clenched his fists and charged like a bull before his voice faded.

The Qi and blood in his body surged, enveloping his whole body in Qi force.

Fang Qingyu merely sank his knees slightly at the sight.

The Baji stance formed instantly, and just as the opponent's massive fist was about to touch his face, his right elbow shot forth like a venomous dragon emerging from its cave.

Bang!

Chen Hu flew back three meters and landed heavily on his back.

His face was full of shock.

If he didn't see wrong...

The opponent seemed not to have used the Observation Method and Qi Blood Technique!?

"Your foundation is unstable, your Pile Skill needs more practice."

As Fang Qingyu withdrew, he pointed out the other person's problem.

No sooner had he finished speaking than two more figures leapt onto the ring.

This time, the two didn't announce themselves before rushing in.

The one on the left, using Long Arm Fist, flicked his arms like whips, creating a whistling sound as they sliced through the air, while the one on the right used Yong Chun Boxing's Inch Strength to go straight for the throat, their combined force blocking all escape routes.

Fang Qingyu's expression remained indifferent.

His right foot stomped down like a thunderous crack.

The ground was dented an inch, and taking advantage of the recoil, he spun around for a Tie Shan attack, his right shoulder colliding into the Long Arm Fist's center like a siege hammer.

The man's arms immediately dislocated and drooped.

Before he could cry out in pain, he was grabbed by the waistband and thrown towards the Yong Chun boxer.

The two rolled into a heap.

Fang Qingyu frowned slightly at the sight, curiously glancing at Lin Kang.

With a questioning look in his eyes.

"Aren't they a bit too weak?"

Their strength is up to par, though.

But their basic skills...

Not good...

The three's Pile Skill and Basic Boxing are definitely not beyond Minor Achievement.

With Fang Qingyu's current experience.

Their movements, under the Weakness Gaze, are full of flaws.

Even if his strength is weaker than theirs after using the Observation Method and Qi Blood Technique.

He can still defeat the strong with the weak.

However, Lin Kang didn't say much, just said lightly, "Continue."

And this match, clearly not in the same dimension of battle.

Evidently had no outcome.

Even if there were more of them, it would be the same.

Three more figures leapt onto the ring.

The Mantis Fist practitioner lunged with crossed arms, Fang Qingyu lowered his elbow to slice at the wrist artery, while his left palm naturally slapped at the opponent's open ribs.

The person staggered back.

As the Baji Top Heart Elbow chased the center line and struck the central chest acupoint, pinning the person against a nearby pillar.

Immediately following, the martial artist practicing Piercing Foot was just about to execute a high whip kick.

Fang Qingyu stepped in along the center line.

His right foot inserted into the gap of the opponent's single-footed stance, at the moment of sinking his hips and shaking his shoulders, the person flew out like a kite with broken strings.

The surrounding wooden piles were cracked in spiderweb patterns.

No need to continue fighting.

Just a few simple bouts.

Everyone knew they couldn't be a match for Fang Qingyu.

Going up felt like they were being toyed with...

"See, this highlights the importance of basic skills."

Lin Kang's voice grew cold from the side.

Someone below the stage retorted: "Isn't it because his martial techniques are strong..."

Fang Qingyu's moves just now indeed used some Baji Fist techniques.

"Heh."

Lin Kang laughed with anger, pointing at Fang Qingyu.

"Ask him yourselves, what level are his Basic Boxing and Pile Skill at?"

Everyone immediately looked at Fang Qingyu.

"Double Perfection, Horizontal Saber Thirteen Forms Transformation Realm."

Fang Qingyu understood Lin's purpose and immediately played along as support.

"Hiss...."

A gasp of astonishment.

Lin Kang didn't continue to dishearten them, just waved to Fang Qingyu to come over.

"How is your progress going now?"

"Uh, just need to polish the foundation, carry Qi blood."

Fang Qingyu thought for a moment and said truthfully.

Regarding martial techniques, after achieving perfection in the Baji Fist, he could temporarily set them aside.

Only the Qi Blood Transport Technique and attributes hadn't met the standard.

As for the experience required for the Martial Arts Apprentice level, with daily practice, it would soon reach full level.

"Then you can help me teach them the basics."

Lin Kang listened and nodded, then turned the conversation.

"Huh?"

Fang Qingyu listened with a face full of surprise, pointing at himself.

"Me to teach?"

"Yes, you."

Lin Kang nodded.

Fang Qingyu was a bit helpless: "I'm afraid I can't, I'm the same age as them..."

"You've already fought them into submission, no need to worry."

Lin Kang waved his hand unquestionably.

"And if I teach, will you watch over the director for me!?"

When Lin then used this reason again.

Fang Qingyu was a bit curious: "What exactly is the reward this time, that requires you to keep going to the director for me...?"

Lin Kang hesitated for a moment after hearing this but didn't say.

He just waved his hand, leaving a sentence.

"You'll know when the time comes."

Then turned around and shouted to the crowd: "From today, Fang Qingyu will be responsible for instructing the basic courses."

Ding dong~

As soon as the words fell, Lin Kang's phone popped up with a message.

He picked it up, waved his hand, and walked away.

Giving Fang Qingyu no chance to refuse.

As people saw Lin Kang leave, a subtle commotion arose in the crowd.

And Fang Qingyu turned around.

Facing dozens of complex gazes.

Without any unnecessary words.

Got straight to the point.

"Everyone, assume the horse stance."

Fang Qingyu walked straight to the center of the field, extending a finger.

"One hour."

"Isn't this the basics of the basics..."

The student who previously used Long Arm Fist mumbled half a sentence, then suddenly faced those piercing eyes, and the rest was stuck in his throat.

But most people still didn't move.

Seeing this, Fang Qingyu.

He drew a circle with his left foot, causing the ground to shake, his clothes billowing without wind.

Under everyone's astonished gaze.

The blue tiles under his feet began to visibly sink.

Spiderweb cracks were constrained within inches.

"The Pile Skill is not a dead thing."

Fang Qingyu's right arm slowly stretched out like a snake entwining a tree, joints cracking in a line, "It needs to be alive!"

Afterwards, he no longer cared for those who didn't move.

Whether they practiced was their business.

Anyhow, he only promised Lin to teach.

Taking care of those willing to train was enough.

Qi Hao was the first to copy, just as his muscles tightened, he heard a whistling sound.

Fang Qingyu pressed his fingers like a sword against his knee crease: "Knee shouldn't go past the toe!"

And slapped his lower back hard, "Tailbone upright!"

The man built like a tower was slapped forward, flushed, and when he braced himself again, he suddenly found his Qi blood circulating much faster than usual.

A look of surprise appeared on his face.

Then Fang Qingyu flashed to the side of the previously questioning student.

His fingertip traced the opponent's spine like a dragon.

"Shoulders aligning the hips, elbows aligning the knees, this is what you call flailing like noodles!"

As he spoke, he grasped the person's wrists, drawing an arc like an antelope hanging from its horns.

The student's pupils contracted abruptly.

The sound of the outstretched arm cutting through the air was several times sharper than before.

"So you need to harness the waist strength..."

Given Fang Qingyu's level of basic skills, guiding them was more than enough.

As the sun began to set in the west.

The sound of stomping in the field gradually merged into rolling thunderclouds.

Fang Qingyu moved through the boiling Qi and blood, sometimes raising his elbow to create a barrier, sometimes pointing his fingers to an acupoint.

As the guidance proved increasingly effective.

More and more people started moving slowly.

And on the chart...

A new page quietly turned.

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