Skill Level

"Of course, reaching the first level is no problem."

"The first level? So, that means internal techniques can help you reach the second level?"

"That's right. To enter the second level, you must master the essence of the techniques."

Wu Mei, now interested, smiled, "How do you charge for the lessons?"

"The fees are simple. Each martial art style is charged based on the techniques. One technique is considered one class, and one class costs a thousand yuan."

"What are the conditions for learning the internal techniques?"

The man smiled slightly, "There are two ways to learn internal techniques. The first one is to practice any of the three martial arts styles to perfection, reaching the peak of the first level, and generating internal power."

"The internal essence for each martial art style costs 100,000 yuan, and you must sign a contract, promising not to teach it to others."

Wu Mei nodded, "That's reasonable. We can learn but not teach."

"Exactly. If you teach it to others, we will apply to the Martial Arts Association for action, and they will surely revoke your martial arts skills."

"What's the second method?"

"The second method is simple. Become a disciple of the school's head and a true inheritor of the three martial arts styles, promoting the Liefist School to the public as its successor."

After this conversation, Wu Mei had a better understanding of the Liefist School, "I want to start by learning the external techniques. What should I do?"

The man introduced himself, "I'm one of the three instructors at the Liefist School, Fang Qiongyi, teaching Wind Spirit Fist."

"If you want to learn martial arts, you can ask me to teach you. After registering and paying, you can start learning."

Wu Mei was intrigued, "Alright, since I've met you, I'll start with Wind Spirit Fist."

Registration, payment, and enrollment took no more than ten minutes.

Fang Qiongyi took Wu Mei back to the courtyard square, his eyes deep, "Do you want to start learning now or come back tomorrow?"

"I can start learning now."

Fang Qiongyi nodded without wasting any time, "Alright, looking at your physique and posture, you clearly have a background in martial arts. You probably came here to break through and blend the knowledge of various martial arts schools."

"However, this path is not easy. To blend the knowledge of various schools, you must reach the second level."

"But since you've paid, I will naturally teach you wholeheartedly. However, what you can learn depends on your own talent."

With a light shout, "Watch carefully, I'll demonstrate the Wind Spirit Fist."

Whoosh!

His feet moved like the wind, and his steps were incredibly nimble.

Within a radius of about ten meters, Fang Qiongyi's figure flickered, fists clenched, executing each move with unmatched proficiency.

In between the movements, his muscles and bones undulated unpredictably. One could even see the muscles and bones stretching, contracting, and trembling with various changes during the execution of the techniques.

What was most amazing was his footwork, giving Wu Mei an elusive feeling.

With his keen eyes, Wu Mei could see the subtleties of the techniques' changes in the underlying muscles and bones. The true essence of this martial art was the movement of the muscles and bones beneath the skin. All the techniques were developed to complement the cultivation of the muscles and bones.

"A martial art that combines cultivation and application is truly impressive."

The Wind Spirit Fist consisted of only twelve moves. After completing the moves, Fang Qiongyi's figure sank, turning into a static posture.

The shadow of his fist dissipated, stirring up a gentle breeze that seemed to make the ground sink.

Looking at Fang Qiongyi again, his face was rosy and his expression calm. Wu Mei knew that the opponent had demonstrated everything in this technique, which was not inferior to the Eight Extreme Fists.

However, the Eight Extreme Fists covered a wide range, including weapons and unarmed techniques, forming a comprehensive system that was both broad and profound.

This martial art, on the other hand, followed a more focused and refined path. Everything was condensed into these twelve moves, combining both dynamic and static aspects. The first eleven moves were dynamic, and the last move was static.

The eleven dynamic moves fully mobilized the body's muscles, bones, and blood circulation, while the final static move was like tempering a diamond, condensing all the mobilized muscles, bones, and blood circulation into one, serving a refining purpose.

Although he hadn't officially started learning, Wu Mei had already gained some insights.

"The development of martial arts in this world is truly amazing. This is just an ordinary martial arts school, yet it has such a high level. I can't imagine what the atmosphere would be like in a truly prestigious martial arts school."

Wu Mei quickly discarded all his pride and arrogance, no longer feeling superior as a person from another world. The power of this world was worth his careful study.

He had the golden finger attribute system, but martial arts were equally important. They could help him tap into his potential and make better use of the golden finger's effects.

Next, Fang Qiongyi patiently taught Wu Mei each move of the Wind Spirit Fist, one by one.

In total, there were twelve moves. It took Wu Mei a whole day to learn them all, and he began to slowly execute them in a coherent manner.

When he perfectly completed the set of moves, Fang Qiongyi nodded, "Good, you've learned the Wind Spirit Fist in just one day, and my task is complete."

"In the future, if you want to improve your cultivation of the Wind Spirit Fist, there are two ways. The first is to pay me for personal guidance, and the second is to explore it on your own. You can go home for today."

Wu Mei carefully experienced the subtleties of this martial art and bowed slightly to Fang Qiongyi when he heard his words, "Thank you, Coach Fang, for teaching me today."

He turned and left without lingering. He had already understood the rules of this world.

As long as you have money, you can learn most of the external martial arts techniques. However, to learn the internal martial arts, you must cultivate the external martial arts to the peak. Otherwise, it is impossible to obtain the internal martial arts.

Since it was a transaction, he naturally didn't owe anyone any favors. It was simply a mutually beneficial arrangement.

Returning home, Wu Mei focused on practicing the Wind Spirit Fist in his small courtyard, trying to quickly familiarize himself with the martial art and comprehend its mysteries.

As the sun rose and set, he practiced continuously, apart from resting and eating, trying to incorporate the martial art into his instincts in a short period of time.

An ordinary person might have been overwhelmed by this intensive training, and their body would have given out.

However, Wu Mei's physical fitness had long surpassed the limits of ordinary people, so he could handle it.

With each practice, he could feel that although his muscles and bones had reached the peak of the first level through the cultivation of the Eight Extreme Fists, there were still slight damages occurring.

These damages were very subtle. As long as he rested and consumed enough food, his strong constitution would quickly repair them.

Although it had only been three days, Wu Mei felt that his body was becoming lighter and swifter, his muscles and bones more flexible, and his footwork and strength had become much sharper.

All of these were the results of practicing the Wind Spirit Fist a hundred times in three days of hard work, combined with his strong constitution. Three days of training was equivalent to several months of hard work for others.

Up until an hour before entering the dream realm, Wu Mei continued his intense training.

After taking a shower and preparing his backpack, Wu Mei returned to his room.

He closed the door and quietly waited for the third time to enter the dream realm.