As Li Boyang watched Huang Feihong leave, he sighed softly, feeling a pang of guilt.
His actions were suspected of putting Wong Fei-hung in a very difficult position. Besides feeling guilty, Li Boyang was driven by a lot of ambition.
This is about changing the world order single-handedly. It can be said that not only the great powers, but the whole world are his enemies and people who need to be changed. This sense of challenge is unparalleled. Even designing a product that is recognized by everyone as a game designer on Earth cannot compare to this.
However, this matter can only be accomplished with the help of Wong Fei-hung. The reason he entered this dream world was to practice martial arts. The main goal is to bring great power into his own body. Once he devotes himself to the revolution, it will be difficult for him to achieve his goal of practicing martial arts.
After all, he was just a passerby in this dream world. After fulfilling the summoner's wish, he still had to return to the real world, so it was not convenient for him to take the lead directly.
By pushing Huang Feihong out, he only needed to personally carry out some execution work in the early stages. After the revolution started, he could act as an advisor, only giving a general direction without paying attention to specific matters. Only in this way could he focus on practicing martial arts.
The first rays of the sun in the east were already beginning to appear.
Before he knew it, he had spent the whole night talking with Wong Fei-hung by candlelight.
Li Boyang did not go back to his room to rest, but instead began his daily morning lessons as usual.
Practicing martial arts is like sailing on water; if you don't advance, you fall behind, and you can't relax for even a day.
"Is anyone there? Is anyone there?"
"I'm here to see Master Huang, please open the door quickly."
Just then, there was a knock at the back door of Baozhilin.
"Tooth-chat Su, get up quickly, didn't you hear someone knocking on the door?"
The sun was just beginning to rise, and Baozhilin was not yet open. Moreover, the person was knocking from behind. Li Boyang, who was in the middle of his morning lessons, obviously wouldn't stop, so he had to call out loudly to Yacha Su, who was reading medical books inside.
"Who is it? How annoying! Don't they know Po Chi Lam isn't open yet?"
Toothpick Su, who was sitting in a rocking chair with his legs crossed, looked very impatient and complained.
When Wong Fei-hung left in the morning, he did not go out through the main entrance, but through the back entrance of Po Chi Lam. Perhaps he was in a hurry, because the back entrance of Po Chi Lam was not actually closed.
The person knocking got a little impatient after knocking several times without anyone answering. He then gently knocked, and the back door opened by itself. He peeked in and came in.
The newcomer was wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat, and had a bundle of firewood on his back. He was about the same height as Li Boyang and had a face shape that resembled the current Chinese movie star Yuen Biao.
Isn't that Leung Foon from the Wong Fei-hung movies?
"Is anyone here? I've come to ask to become your apprentice."
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Chapter 10 Showdown with Liang Kuan
"Master said that after this period of training, Ming Jin has reached the point where it can be connected from joint to joint when striking. Next, all you need to do is understand the unity of intention and Qi, and the combination of Qi and strength, so that you can unleash An Jin."
In the courtyard of Po Chi Lam, Li Boyang was practicing the Hung Kuen stance. His swinging arms, kicks, and body springs all produced crisp, explosive sounds, and his momentum was unstoppable. However, he lacked real combat experience. He had no problem with the connection between the moves in his own practice, but he was afraid that his skills would falter in a real fight.
"Someone has come to ask to become my apprentice?"
Li Boyang, who was in the middle of a fight, turned his head and saw the newcomer's appearance. He immediately recognized him as Liang Kuan, who was originally Huang Feihong's third disciple.
Thinking about how Liang Kuan's martial arts skills seemed rather ordinary when he became an apprentice in the movie, he suddenly became interested. He was precisely lacking in real skill, and Liang Kuan was just the right opponent for him. He shouted loudly:
"You scoundrel, daring to break in without the master's permission, take this beating."
Hey! Li Boyang's footwork was rapid and quick, stepping here and there, making his body dart and sway. He performed the four-character mantra of "rise, fall, flip, drill" from the Five Elements of Hung Kuen with textbook-like classicism.
The past year or so has not been wasted. Bone tempering is not far from completion. With the help of Huang Feihong's hidden strength, the only part of the spine that has not been trained is the coccyx. According to Huang Feihong, this step can only be taken by himself. As for the application of strength, he has already reached the peak of Ming Jin. However, there is nothing to be proud of. According to Huang Feihong, most people have mastered the application of hidden strength after the minor completion of bone tempering. Until the major spine is tempered, the hidden strength will also reach the great completion over time.
Li Boyang's situation only happens among Taoists. He is a typical example of someone who is all talk and no action, whose level of understanding is greater than his actual strength. He can show off by bullying the weak, but he will mostly suffer when he encounters someone of the same level. To improve this situation, he needs to have more real combat experience. Only through real combat can he quickly improve his strength.
"Good timing."
A series of crisp sounds erupted. Liang Kuan was no pushover either. Suddenly, he exerted all his strength, and his whole body made a slight cracking sound. His eyes were incredibly sharp, like a leopard staring at its prey!
As soon as they started fighting, Li Boyang sensed danger and his face turned ugly: "Damn it, the information in this movie is wrong."
"We've met our match! Liang Kuan is also at the peak of Ming Jin, and his skin membrane has been formed. I just don't know how well his spine is trained. And judging from his posture, he seems to have experienced many combat battles."
Before mastering internal strength, there isn't much difference between training the skin and muscles and training the bones. At most, the strength training will make the bones more resilient to blows.
Liang Kuan appeared very excited, experiencing the joy of encountering an evenly matched opponent. He took a step forward, the muscles in his arms bulging like intertwined vines, and his body slammed sideways as if a mountain had crashed down. The speed was both fast and powerful, and the ground trembled from the force of his strike.
"Damn it, I really misjudged him."
At this point, there was no time to worry about anything else. Li Boyang quickly used the Crane Form to dodge the attack, and his hands, shaped like a white crane pecking at food, collided head-on with the opponent's iron elbow. He only felt a slight pain in his palms.
"As expected, I still lack experience. I should have switched to the Tiger Form for a direct confrontation."
Although he sparred with Pork Wing every day, he knew that his opponent wouldn't use lethal force, but his mentality was indeed problematic, otherwise he wouldn't still not have mastered the hidden strength.
Liang Kuan also noticed that Li Boyang's fighting skills seemed to be not very good. He launched a series of attacks, displaying extremely fierce boxing techniques. Sometimes he used close-range short strikes, and sometimes he used long punches to deliver a straight punch. His hands were so fast that they could only be seen as shadows, and the air crackled with each punch.
"Damn it, he's trained in Wing Chun."
Wing Chun's inch punches are swift as the wind, delivering seven punches in a short time. Li Boyang only felt a barrage of fist shadows before his eyes, and before he could even think of a way to deal with them, the opponent's fists were already upon him. Fortunately, he had been beaten up by Pork Rong every day, so his body naturally made the corresponding response.
However, for a novice with no practical combat experience, the body's reaction is interfered with by the eyes and consciousness. Moreover, Leung Foon's Wing Chun inch punch is not only fast but also urgent, which Li Boyang could barely catch. After several strikes, Li Boyang only managed to block five, taking two hits of the Wing Chun inch punch. He immediately felt his arms go numb, and the force was transmitted to his waist. Instantly, his lower back and spine ached.
"That was a pathetic fight!"
"You haven't mastered the kung fu yet, kid."
Seeing Li Boyang's naivety, Liang Kuan smiled smugly, took a step forward, and thrust his fists straight at Li Boyang's center with a powerful, short punch.