MTL - Liver Progress From the Beginning-Chapter 1 Vajra Martial Arts, one blow

  Chapter 1 King Kong Dojo

  Wuzhou, Jujiang City, King Kong Martial Art Museum.

  It is already ten o'clock at night, when everything is completely silent, but the handyman disciples in the martial arts hall are still busy.

  Sweeping the floor, doing laundry, leveling the ground, and placing training equipment, there are more than forty handyman disciples here to clean up.

  There are so many handyman disciples, it can be seen that the Vajra Martial Arts Hall is very large.

   This is indeed a giant. In Jujiang City, both black and white will give the Vajra Martial Arts a face. Disciples who are recognized by the Vajra Martial Arts will be rich and powerful when they go out, and even government gangs will fight for it.

   It's just that those are recognized disciples.

  In the same gymnasium, the fate of people is also very different. For handyman disciples, let alone being recognized by the gymnasium, it is difficult for them to learn martial arts for a thousand years.

Fortunately, Yuan Ming, the owner of the Vajra Martial Arts Gym, is quite open-minded, or he wants to arouse the motivation of the handyman disciples. In short, the owner of the gymnasium gave the handyman disciples a chance. Martial arts.

  Tomorrow is the time to choose martial arts. Therefore, this night, the mood of the handyman disciples was very excited, and the fatigue from a busy day could not calm them down.

  The dormitory where Zhong Chao lives is like this. The five people in the same dormitory are all discussing, excitedly discussing what kind of exercise to choose tomorrow.

   "Vajra Palms, this is definitely the strongest low-level martial art in our Vajra Martial Arts Gym. I heard that our master has fought all over Jujiang City with a pair of iron palms, and is known as Iron Palm Invincible."

   "I also choose this one. According to rumors, this martial art has a follow-up advanced skill, Vajra God's Palm."

   "I want to choose the Tiger Killing Fist. The Seventh Senior Brother of the Inner Sect has practiced this set of boxing. I felt a wave of evil spirits rushing over tens of meters away. I was almost scared to death at that time."

  In addition to martial arts, there are also people discussing the future.

   "Hey, tell me, after we learn martial arts, can we become gold or silver medal disciples?"

   "Absolutely, the owner of the hall is the best. There are several inner disciples who were promoted from handymen."

"Hehe, I heard that inner disciples have the opportunity to marry rich ladies in the inner city. I have met those rich ladies before. Their skin is so white that I can smell a fragrance from far away... "

  …

  Learning martial arts, becoming an inner disciple, winning money, and marrying a rich lady, the handyman disciple also has a yearning for a better life in the future, which also made them discuss eleven o'clock.

   It's just that during the discussion, someone found something wrong.

   "Zhong Chao, why don't you speak, and what kind of exercises are you going to choose tomorrow?"

   "One blow."

   "Huh? All-in-one, why did you choose this exercise?"

   "That's right, this martial art is the worst in our Vajra Sect."

  Other people in the same dormitory did not understand Zhong Chao’s choice, and his friend Zong Sheng even persuaded him:

   "Dachao, something is really wrong with you these few days, but you can't give up on yourself and choose to go all out. Did something happen?"

  The handyman disciples accepted by King Kong Martial Arts are all young people in the 13th and 4th years. It is easy for people in this age group to form friends and eat and live together for a year. They don't want Zhong Chao to miss this opportunity.

  Unfortunately, no matter how much they persuaded, they couldn't make Zhong Chao change his mind. Zhong Chao even reminded them to let them choose the same exercise as him.

   "I'm afraid of being tired... I suggest that you don't choose exercises that are too tiring. One Qi Jue, Wu Qin Xi and the like are pretty good."

   "How could it be possible to choose this kind of health-preserving exercises."

"that is."

   "If you choose this way, you will be the life of a handyman disciple for the rest of your life!"

  …

  Other people in the dormitory disagreed with Zhong Chao's actions, thinking that he wasted the opportunity.

   On the second day, in the early morning, when a group of handyman disciples who got up early ran to the Sutra Pavilion in the martial arts hall, the news that Zhong Chao was going to choose one-handed martial arts spread even more, and became a negative teaching material in the eyes of everyone.

   "One-handedly, there are also candidates for this useless exercise?"

   "I heard it's because I'm afraid of being tired."

   "Practicing martial arts is afraid of suffering, waste...he is not suitable for this path at all."

   Pointing and pointing like this is absolutely unbearable for a young man who cares about face.

  But Zhong Chao didn't change at all.

  He is not from this world, but came from time travel, and he has just traveled for a month.

  During this month, he had found out everything about King Kong Martial Arts. At the beginning, like the disciples here, he yearned for powerful martial arts.

   It's just that, as he learned more about the world, his heart became colder. In the end, he decided to choose a single-handed decision.

   As for the reason for doing this...

  After obtaining the secret book of exercises from the instructor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Zhong Chao and others could not study here for a long time.

   In just half an hour, a group of people were kicked out.

   It's not that the owner of the museum, Yuan Ming, is playing tricks and only letting everyone watch it for half an hour. But as the handyman disciples, Zhong Chao and the others are open all year round, and now it's time to work.

  Sweeping the floor, doing laundry, chopping firewood, cooking fire and boiling medicine, serving tea and water to martial arts disciples, repairing training equipment... all the handyman disciples are busy without touching the ground.

  The busyness lasted until two or three o'clock in the afternoon. Only at this time did some of the handyman disciples have the opportunity to take turns to rest.

  In the past, Zhong Chao and the others would just lie down or sleep, but today, the temptation of martial arts was right in front of them, everyone cheered up, went to the Sutra Pavilion, and continued to recite the exercises they wanted to learn.

   Within half an hour, everyone was kicked out again, and then, the busyness continued.

  This time, everything didn't calm down until ten o'clock at night.

  Busy for a whole day, everyone is tired with cramps in their hands and feet, and drowsy, but: "No, practice in the summer and winter, and you can't lie down!"

  They were working hard, but Zhong Chao shook his head.

  He is not optimistic about his roommates.

   "When practicing martial arts under extreme fatigue, you can persist for a while with enthusiasm, but it is difficult to persist for a long time."

  And this is not the most critical reason why Zhong Chao chose to fight in one go.

   "Even if you can persevere, practicing like this will be harmful and useless to you."

  "If you are poor and rich in martial arts, practicing martial arts is high-intensity training. If you just train without supplementing your body with adequate nutrition, the more you practice, the weaker your body will become."

  Yes, the more you practice, the weaker your body becomes. This is the reason why Zhong Chao gave up the Vajra Palm.

  The meals provided by the King Kong Martial Arts Hall to the handyman disciples can only barely eat enough, and sometimes, it even makes people feel hungry. It is impossible to succeed in practicing martial arts under such circumstances.

   Not to mention, since ancient times, medicine and martial arts have not been separated from each other. Practicing martial arts is easy to get injured.

   This is not only in ancient times, but also in the 21st century that Zhong Chao came to. Athletes are trained by the state and there is no shortage of money.

  In this case, any carelessness will lead to a crippled end.

  Nowadays, my roommates don’t have anything, but practice such hard skills as Vajra Palm. Zhong Chao really doesn’t like them.

   It's just that he is unwilling to ask him to continue persuading.

   "I can't even take care of myself, so I have extra heart to pay attention to others... Moreover, the path I take may not be correct."

   Shaking his head, Zhong Chao fell asleep in fatigue.

  (end of this chapter)