"Not bad, not bad." Wang An nodded, very satisfied.
His first blow used Tai Chi Spiral Jin's force-generating technique. He had already practiced this technique quite proficiently, while Zhi Jin had only just mastered it and had not undergone repeated training. It was already good to be able to produce such power.
In fact, this direct power technique was also mentioned in Tai Chi, but he had not mastered the trick before.
At this time, Li Xinzhu, who was practicing boxing, stopped, took a breath, wiped his sweat, and drank some water. When he saw Wang An in the corner, he walked over.
"What are you thinking about?" As he spoke, Li Xinzhu glanced at the numbers on the boxing strength testing machine and was stunned for a moment.
"What, what's going on?"
"What's going on? Numbers. You don't know how to count, do you?"
"Nonsense, can I not know how to count? I'm asking where this number came from. How did you type it out?"
"What do you think, how was your practice?"
"Well, it's not bad. I think what you said is very reasonable. At first, I practiced a hundred times a day, and then slowly increased it. After three days, I increased it to 300 times. I practiced it for another three days.
It's enough to do a set of punches over and over again!
Later, I gritted my teeth and persevered, and I felt that the areas that were not smooth at first suddenly became much smoother. Then I increased the number to 500. I now hit a thousand times a day.
The three thousand times you mentioned are difficult, no, how are you going to do it, lift it with your feet or punch it?" Li Xinzhu pointed at the number on the punching strength testing machine.
"I can see that you are practicing seriously." Wang An changed the topic.
"That's natural. How about you accompany me through two moves?"
"Okay, come on!" Wang An was thinking about finding a sandbag to try out his direct force-generating technique, but he didn't expect that this live target was brought to him by himself.
Li Xinzhu set up a boxing stance, and then began to attack hard. His punches were fast and furious, typical of hard punches, like a tiger out of the cage.
Wang An is also a Tai Chi cloud hand, a force-relieving method. Li Xinzhu's punches are like strong winds. He is calm and gentle, and the opponent's attacks are easily received and relieved.
"It's this disgusting Tai Chi force release again. Can you change the way of doing it?" Li Xinzhu really couldn't do anything about his Tai Chi.
"Just let go and treat me like a moving punching bag." Wang An said with a smile.
Li Xinzhu then punched and kept attacking Wang An, which was a collapse fist.
"Don't be anxious, you are too fast, you must be steady and accurate first!"
After practicing for a while, Li Xinzhu was out of breath.
"Stop, take a rest." Beating someone is more tiring than practicing boxing alone.
"Punch me again."
"Why?" Li Xinzhu was stunned.
"Let me try your strength."
After hearing this, Li Xinzhu prepared his fists and said, "Be careful."
A punch came out, and Wang An raised his hand to catch it. When the fist landed on his palm, his arm retreated, and the force of the impact was transmitted down his arm and down his spine, and was unloaded to the ground along his thigh.
"You're still not using your straight energy quite right."
"What's wrong? Are you still upright?"
"Straight, straight, rushing, strong, like a spear, the force rises from the feet, goes up through the waist and back, and then is sent out through the arms. It is not a single part of the force, but the whole force."
As Wang An spoke, he punched out, and a "whoosh" sound could be heard.
"Are you really upright?" Li Xinzhu, who was standing by, was stunned when he saw this.
"Know a little bit."
"You, how could you do this?"
"It was you who taught me Xingyi Quan."
"I know this, but I haven't figured out the technique of generating energy yet! Let's not talk about this for now. Just wait." After speaking, Li Xinzhu ran to the side and picked up a protective gear.
"Here, you punch me and I'll feel it." He patted the protective gear.
"Okay, stand still."
"Come on, no problem." Li Xinzhu spread his legs, took a lunge, and leaned forward.
Wang An took one step forward, his fist collapsed and his strength was straight.
With a bang, Li Xinzhu's feet left the ground and he flew out. He hit a sandbag with a bang and sat down on the ground. He was stunned for a moment.
Wang An hurriedly stepped forward and held onto the swinging sandbag.
"Are you OK?"
Li Xinzhu was still in a dazed state. Just now, he felt a rush of momentum, as if he was stabbed by a stake, and he was knocked away in an instant.
"You, have you really developed your straight strength?"
Well, Wang An nodded.
"How do you practice?"
"I just practiced and practiced." Wang An said vaguely.
"Then why didn't I practice it?"
"Maybe you didn't practice enough, didn't think enough, or didn't have the opportunity."
"When I don't have the opportunity, I practice boxing and it becomes mysterious."
Wang An pulled him up and asked him to stand up, then raised his hand and pointed at a dozen places on his body, and drew a line, starting from the legs, along the waist, up the spine, and then over the shoulders to the arms.
"This is probably Zhijin's power transmission route, remember?"
"Remember." Li Xinzhu nodded.
"You keep practicing, I'll leave first." Wang An patted his shoulder, turned around and prepared to leave.
Just when he walked to the door, he saw a man rushing in. This man Wang An had met at Zhao's Medical Center and was Li Xinzhu's senior brother.
He hurried in and took a quick look.
"Hsinchu, change your clothes quickly and go out with me." He shouted to Li Xinzhu who was practicing boxing, and then called another person's name. The three of them left in a hurry. It seemed that there was something urgent.
Wang An didn't pay attention. He left the martial arts hall and pedaled his bicycle. When he was leaving, he saw a group of people walking towards the banner and saw a person's name on the banner - Yang Xianhua.
"Hey, what's going on? Is that guy in trouble again?" Wang An turned his head and glanced in the direction of the Tai Chi martial arts gym.
"If you don't run a good martial arts school carefully, it will just make some messy things, ugh!"
Wang An pedaled the car and left. After turning the corner and walking not far, he saw a group of people surrounding a teenage girl. The girl was pushing a bicycle in a panic, and there was an old man lying on the ground.
"What's the matter with you kid? Don't you have eyes when riding a bicycle? Look, you hit this old man."
"What are your parents' phone numbers? Call them quickly."
The adults surrounding the child all looked fierce.
"I, I didn't mean it." The child was obviously frightened.
"It doesn't matter if it's not intentional!"
There were people nearby watching the fun, but no one helped.
Wang An glanced at the old man calling out on the ground and knew that this was most likely a scam.
"What a world!" He thought for a moment, put his bicycle aside, walked over, and squeezed through the crowd outside.
"Who is it? Why are you squeezing?"
Wang An squeezed into the center and saw the old man lying on the ground. He was screaming on the ground and one of his shoes flew off.