Besides acquiring a huge amount of potential points, another good news is that last night Wang Longhu practiced the Tongzi Gong breathing technique all night.
He finally grasped a bit of its essence, officially getting started with Tongzi Gong. In the coming days, he just needs to find ways to improve his proficiency.
"Once I practice Tongzi Gong, there’s no turning back. I probably won’t be able to have a girlfriend for a long time," Wang Longhu placed the Tongzi Gong ancient book into his backpack, smiling with a mix of joy and melancholy.
What makes him happy is that the longer he practices Tongzi Gong, the more benefits it will bring him, just like the logic of checking in to a game daily.
And naturally, the melancholy comes from not being able to be close to women and not being able to relieve himself.
Shouldering his backpack, Wang Longhu left the dormitory and quickly sprinted outside the factory, targeting the continuous, towering mountains in the distance.
The true primordial land!
Although Wang Longhu has not graduated from the factory’s courses, that was only preparation for going into the mountains to collect herbs.
As long as Wang Longhu does not venture into areas that would get him lost, he can practice martial arts in the mountains near the factory.
Seek dangerous grounds, practice new martial arts.
This is exactly what he intended to do by leaving Dong County.
As the factory silhouette gradually disappeared behind him, Wang Longhu stopped and looked up at the hundreds of meters high cliff above, then opened his backpack, took out iron pipes, and started assembling them on the spot.
Soon, a 3.6-meter-long iron spear appeared in Wang Longhu’s hand.
"I must practice all the martial arts I possess to perfection, starting with my old specialty, Xingyi Boxing."
Wang Longhu gathered Dark Force in his feet, leaping more than two meters high, and as he thrust the spear into the tree trunk in front, his arms swung. Thɪs chapter is updated by ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet
Using the rebound, he flew up another three to four meters, landing firmly on the thick tree branch.
This tree is unlike those in Dong County’s ecosystem, standing over thirty meters tall. Wang Longhu, holding the iron spear, bounced between the branches like a flying man, quickly reaching the tree’s top.
From this height, looking deeper into the mountains, he could only see a vast expanse of endless green, similar in height to the tree beneath him, possibly numbering in the hundreds of thousands.
This is the charm of the primeval forest.
But Wang Longhu’s destination was not limited to this; he looked at the mountain wall eight meters away, suddenly exploding Dark Force from his feet. The thick-soled combat boots Zheng Dongliang prepared for him before entering the mountain shattered instantly, unable to withstand the outburst.
A massive force birthed beneath Wang Longhu’s feet, bending the over thirty meters high tree slightly at that moment, with Wang Longhu shooting like an arrow into the sky.
The iron spear pierced fiercely into the mountain wall, anchoring Wang Longhu over forty meters above ground. Looking down, the feeling of weightlessness could easily frighten an ordinary person into fainting.
With both hands gripping the spear handle, Wang Longhu glanced downwards, though he was not satisfied with the height.
Calm, the mood was still too calm, not achieving the effect of stealing heavenly secrets.
Thus, standing on the protrusion of the mountain wall, Wang Longhu drew out the iron spear, repeatedly jumping upward again, his Lightweight Skill played a crucial role at this moment.
Wang Longhu moved with the grace of an antelope, treating the cliffside as flat ground, eventually reaching a height of over ninety meters.
Looking downward now, the endless hanging sensation caused even Wang Longhu to feel a bit dizzy.
On the nearly ninety-degree smooth cliff, the iron spear pierced into the rock like a needle, becoming Wang Longhu’s only foothold at this height of over ninety meters.
"Whew!" Exhaling deeply, Wang Longhu braced his arms and stood barefoot on the spear handle.
"Oh, mother, if I fall now, even Lightweight Skill couldn’t save my life, unless I could fly," Wang Longhu thought, then cleared his mind of distractions, focusing wholeheartedly as he began to practice Xingyi Boxing.
In terms of Xingyi Boxing, Wang Longhu was no novice, although he had not fully mastered the integration of the Twelve Forms and Five Elements Fist, he was more than capable of teaching it to others.
However, Wang Longhu was currently clumsy like a beginner, his movements particularly stiff, slowly as if his mind couldn’t keep up.
Anyone who saw it would think Wang Longhu’s body was extremely uncoordinated, having not grasped the essence of Xingyi Boxing at all.
Yet, Wang Longhu had no choice; he was nearly a hundred meters above the ground, equivalent to a 33-story building in the city. A slight misstep could lead to disastrous consequences.
So Wang Longhu’s first priority was to ensure he remained steady, only then could he consider practicing boxing.
Unconsciously, Wang Longhu not only practiced boxing but also honed his Lightweight Skill.
Because there was a way to train Lightweight Skill called ’stepping on high stakes’ in the ’Lightweight Skill Overview’ that the great monk gave him.
It required one to maintain balance on stakes of varying heights to train the practitioner’s sense of balance.
The three elements of Lightweight Skill—jump high, stand steady, run fast.
If you can jump three or four meters, stand effortlessly on a clothesline, and run faster than Bolt, then your Lightweight Skill is considered perfected, capable of running on rooftops, treading water, and flying through grass.