Chapter 5 – Basic Fist Technique

Lin Zhiqin’s move instantly stunned the entire room.

The originally carefree and joking young men immediately straightened up and became serious.

Lu Yuan was also somewhat surprised.

In his previous life, he read in novels that the martial artists’ strength levels were divided into stages such as Explicit Power, Hidden Power, and Transformative Power. When they struck, sometimes it sounded like firecrackers, sometimes like thunder, and sometimes there was no sound at all.

He didn’t expect to witness something like this firsthand.

The sound of Lin Zhiqin’s shadow boxing just now was indeed as crisp as a firecracker, quite miraculous.

“I wonder how the martial artists in this world are ranked. Is Lin Zhiqin considered strong?”

Lu Yuan mentally compared Lin Zhiqin with Coach Qin, who gave him a tremendous sense of pressure at the martial arts gym’s entrance yesterday and whom Cheng Peng greatly admired.

He concluded that Coach Qin seemed more powerful.

Although Lin Zhiqin’s gaze was sharp, it didn’t give him that hair-raising, jump-out-of-your-skin feeling.

But his feelings might not be accurate since he was a complete novice.

“You can only practice the boxing stance after mastering the punching techniques. Before you’re proficient, practice shadow boxing.”

With that, Lin Zhiqin officially started the class.

As he said, he first taught everyone the methods and techniques of strength training.

This part was relatively simple and included exercises commonly practiced in school physical education classes.

Exercises like planks, crunches, leg raises, sit-ups, and push-ups targeted various muscle groups in the body.

Lin Zhiqin had everyone go through each exercise, corrected some of their mistakes, and then said, “You can practice these exercises on your own at home.

Start with two or three sets of each exercise. As your fitness improves, gradually increase the intensity of your training.

For equipment-based exercises, the martial arts gym hall is always available for you to use.

Next, I’ll teach you the basic martial arts moves.”

Upon hearing Lin Zhiqin’s last sentence, everyone’s spirits lifted, and Lu Yuan also felt a surge of excitement.

Many people signed up for the martial arts class just for this moment.

“During the first phase of the course, you need to learn basic fist techniques, leg techniques, and footwork. I will teach you each of these parts one by one. Now, let’s start with the fist techniques.”

Lin Zhiqin got straight to the point.

“The basic movements of martial arts fist techniques include the hook punch, jab, straight punch, and uppercut. The hook punch is further divided into left hook punch, left hook to the head, and left hook to the body.”

As Lin Zhiqin explained, he demonstrated each technique. Although his punches weren’t particularly fast, the sequence still left Lu Yuan feeling dazzled.

Basic fist techniques might seem few, but when broken down, they were quite numerous.

Lu Yuan instinctively wanted to take out his phone to record a video, fearing he wouldn’t remember everything. But when he reached for his pocket, he remembered that the martial arts uniform had no pockets, and his phone was left in the locker.

Fortunately, after finishing his demonstration, Lin Zhiqin said, “Next, I’ll break down each movement and teach you step-by-step. Once you’ve learned all the movements, you can practice on your own.”

What followed was a detailed breakdown of each move.

With an intelligence points of 10, Lu Yuan’s memory was quite good, even excellent. Lin Zhiqin’s meticulous teaching made it easy for him to remember each fist technique.

The only difficulty he encountered was his low strength and constitution attribute. Many movements, though clear in his mind, became distorted as soon as he tried to execute them.

He wasn’t the only one with this problem; many others struggled similarly. Only one person’s movements were relatively standard and practiced.

“Have you trained before?” Lin Zhiqin asked the best-performing student, a buzz cut youth with a somewhat simple and honest demeanor.

The youth didn’t deny it and candidly admitted, “I trained at another martial arts gym for a while. But the coach there wasn’t very skilled. After three months, I managed to knock him down.”

A faint look of pride appeared on the young man’s face as he spoke.

Lin Zhiqin simply nodded and said he’d observe his performance further. If he met the requirements, he could advance to the second phase of the course.

After all the movements were broken down and taught, it was time for free practice.

At first, everyone practiced seriously. But once Lin Zhiqin had to leave the training room for some business, the group with the Hair Bun started joking around again.

“Siqi, how about this punch? Think I can knock the manager’s glasses off with it?”

“Haha, I recorded that. I’ll show it to the manager later.”

“Don’t! You’re trying to get me killed here.”

“Buy me dinner, or someone is going to be in trouble.”

As one of the few women in the class, the Hair Bun’s slightest action attracted some attention from the rest of the men. She seemed to enjoy this constant focus.

Lu Yuan, however, found it noisy.

“Should I try [Absolute Concentration]?” he thought.

Although [Absolute Concentration] was a skill under the [Student] profession, it wasn’t just useful for studying.

He decided to give it a try.

“Activate, [Absolute Concentration]!”

In an instant, all the noise around Lu Yuan faded away. The buzzing flies were gone. His mind focused solely on the basic fist techniques, his brain working rapidly like a high-efficiency, precision machine, directing his body to punch repeatedly, striving for the perfect standard he remembered.

“I got it. I’ll remember to pick up my son,” Lin Zhiqin said, ending a call. He straightened his martial arts uniform and headed back to the training room.

He wasn’t in a great mood.

Teaching new students was a tedious task, especially when some of them were difficult, constantly showing a dismissive and disrespectful attitude during the lessons.

Typically, teaching beginner classes wouldn’t fall to an experienced coach like him. It was usually assigned to younger coaches or ordinary disciples of the martial arts gym.

However, recent family issues had significantly increased his financial pressure. He was overwhelmed and had to swallow his pride to take on this job for the money.

“Haha, Sun Fei, are you using turtle punches? If the coach sees what you’ve turned his moves into, he’s going to be furious!”

“Wow! That punch was really cool!”

“Damn it, Zhang Shibin, are you serious?!”

Just as Lin Zhiqin reached the door, he heard noises coming from inside the training room. He couldn’t help but frown, his mood worsening.

He stopped at the entrance and gave two heavy coughs.

“Quick, the coach is back!”

Seeing him arrive, the group that had been goofing around quickly dispersed, assuming the stances of boxing techniques.

Lin Zhiqin’s face was expressionless as his sharp gaze swept over the students who had been fooling around, deliberately using his martial artist’s aura to apply pressure on them.

When he saw their expressions become awkward and their movements stiffen, he slowly withdrew his aura.

“Maybe I’ll just let them practice on their own for the rest of the class and go have tea with Old Liu,” he thought, deciding to avoid the frustration.

However, just as he was about to randomly pick a couple of students to give some pointers before leaving, a figure in the corner caught his eye.

“This…”

Lin Zhiqin’s gaze fixed on one person, a faint look of surprise appearing in his eyes.