5: Chapter 5 New Martial Arts

Early morning, Lin Tian arrived at the Training Ground again.

There were already many team members practicing in the morning, with shouts and calls rising one after another.

Lin Hu was practicing a set of fist techniques in the field, his Moves wide and open, each punch bringing with it the sound of rushing wind, causing several young team members nearby to stop and watch.

Lin Tian paid no attention to this, his gaze sweeping around until he found Lin Jing practicing boxing alone in a corner.

"Sister Jing."

Lin Jing finished her stance and turned around. Seeing it was Lin Tian, a complex look flashed in her eyes.

Ten days ago, she thought this kid didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, but now, the other party was a solid Quasi-Martial Artist, on equal footing with her.

"Something up?" She wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"I want to learn a new martial art." Lin Tian got straight to the point. "I've practiced the Great Strength Fist enough, I want to take a step further."

Lin Jing was stunned for a moment, then shook her head: "I can't make that decision. When the captain comes later, ask him."

Just as she was speaking, footsteps came from the side of the field.

Village Head Lin Tieshan strode into the Training Ground, his gaze sweeping across the field, finally landing on Lin Tian, his brows slightly raised.

"Captain." Lin Tian stepped forward and bowed.

"Hmm." Village Head Lin Tieshan nodded. "I heard you were looking for me for something?"

"I want to learn a new martial art." Lin Tian repeated.

Several team members nearby heard this and cast their gazes over. Lin Hu also stopped his fist practice and listened intently.

Village Head Lin Tieshan stared at Lin Tian for a few breaths, then said in a deep voice: "You've practiced the Great Strength Fist for less than a month, and you want to learn a new one? That's too greedy."

If it were ten days ago, he would have refused directly. A shaky foundation leads to a shaky structure. This is the iron rule of the martial Dao.

But now, the situation was different.

The kid in front of him had mastered the Great Strength Fist in ten days, and then lifted a hundred-jin stone block with ease ten days later.

This talent could no longer be judged by common sense.

Village Head Lin Tieshan pondered for a moment, then slowly said:

"Fine. Since you want to learn, I will personally teach you a new set of fist techniques."

He paused, then said word by word:

"Mountain-Opening Fist."

"Mountain-Opening Fist?"

Lin Tian's eyes lit up.

This name sounded much more ferocious than Great Strength Fist.

Village Head Lin Tieshan didn't say more, strode to the center of the field, and signaled everyone to clear an open space.

He took a deep breath, his body sank slightly, and two shallow pits were stepped into the mud under his feet.

Immediately, his right fist was slowly raised and placed at his waist.

"Watch closely."

Before the words fell, Village Head Lin Tieshan moved.

First Move, Starting Move.

His right fist shot out like a cannonball from his waist, the wind of the punch whistling, actually creating a visible current of air!

Second Move, Tablet-Splitting Hand.

The fist turned into a palm, the edge of the palm like a knife, slashing down diagonally. The air was torn apart, making a "shhh" sound of breaking air.

Third Move, Mountain-Collapsing Lean.

His body lunged forward, shoulder and elbow advancing together, the whole person like a wild bull charging, unstoppable.

Lin Tian watched intently.

There are forty-nine Moves in the Mountain-Opening Fist, each one simple and direct, without any frills, focusing entirely on the word "force."

Between the connections of the Moves, the route of Qi and blood circulation was much more complex than the Great Strength Fist, and the method of exerting force was also more ferocious.

Village Head Lin Tieshan got faster and faster.

Fourth Move, Fifth Move... Twentieth Move...

The wind of the punches became increasingly fierce, and he seemed to transform into a humanoid Vicious Beast.

The dust on the ground was swept up by the wind of the punches, forming a faint circle of smoke and dust.

The team members nearby subconsciously retreated, fearing being caught by the aftershocks.

Lin Hu watched this set of fist techniques, envy appearing in his eyes.

Mountain-Opening Fist is an Intermediate martial art in the village, and only team members who have reached the Late Stage of the Quasi-Martial Artist level and have strength exceeding two hundred jin are qualified to learn it.

He had practiced for three months and still hadn't mastered it.

And Lin Tian, who had been here for less than a month, was going to be personally taught by the captain!

Thirtieth Move, Fortieth Move... Finally, the forty-ninth Move "Mountain Crumbles and Earth Splits."

Village Head Lin Tieshan threw both fists out, smashing them onto the ground at the same time.

"Boom!"

A muffled sound, and the ground trembled slightly. On the compacted mud ground, two shallow fist prints were actually smashed out!

He finished his stance and stood still.

Village Head Lin Tieshan slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, his breathing steady, his complexion normal.

The field was silent.

Everyone was stunned by the power of this set of fist techniques.

Lin Tian's heart was even more agitated.

If he could learn this set of fist techniques, combined with his current three-hundred-jin strength, his combat power would skyrocket.

By then, fighting ten Quasi-Martial Artists at once probably wouldn't be a problem!

"How much did you remember?" Village Head Lin Tieshan looked at Lin Tian.

Lin Tian came back to his senses, an embarrassed look appearing on his face:

"That... Captain, can you do it one more time?"

A few low laughs sounded around.

Lin Hu curled his lips: "Forty-nine Moves, want to remember them after seeing it once? Dreaming."

But unexpectedly to everyone, Village Head Lin Tieshan didn't get angry, but instead nodded:

"Alright."

He reset his stance, this time, the movements were much slower.

"First Move, Starting Move. Pay attention to the route of Qi and blood circulation, starting from the Dantian, through the waist and abdomen, passing the shoulder well, and finally running through to the fist tip..."

Village Head Lin Tieshan explained in detail while demonstrating.

This was an exception.

Usually, when he taught Mountain-Opening Fist, he would demonstrate at most three times, then let the team members figure it out themselves.

If they could learn it, they would learn it; if not, they would continue to practice Great Strength Fist.

But today, for Lin Tian, he spent a whole half day.

Once, twice, three times...

Each Move was dismantled and explained, including the techniques of exerting force, Qi and blood circulation, and the connection of Moves.

Sometimes when Lin Tian's movement was wrong, he would personally correct him, teaching him hand-in-hand.

Lin Hu and others watched until their eyes turned red.

Why?

A guy who had been here for less than a month, why did he deserve such importance from the captain?

But no one dared to say anything.

Mastering Great Strength Fist in ten days, lifting a hundred-jin stone with one hand, this talent was indeed worthy of the captain making an exception.

Lin Tian learned extremely seriously.

His memory was not bad to begin with, plus the assistance of the System—although the System had not yet displayed the proficiency of Mountain-Opening Fist, every time Village Head Lin Tieshan explained, he could clearly remember it in his mind.

When the fourth time finished, Lin Tian finally remembered all forty-nine Moves.

"Thank you, Captain!" He cupped his fists and bowed, sincere and genuine.

Village Head Lin Tieshan waved his hand, his expression somewhat tired: "Go back and practice well. Mountain-Opening Fist is much harder than Great Strength Fist, don't be greedy for speed, practice the Moves until you are proficient first."

"Yes!"

Back home, Lin Tian didn't even have time to eat, and started practicing Mountain-Opening Fist in the courtyard.

First Move, Starting Move.

Punching.

The movements were stiff, the force exertion was wrong, and the circulation of Qi and blood was even more of a mess. After finishing, his arms were sore and his chest felt stifled.

Second Move, Tablet-Splitting Hand.

The palm edge slashed down, soft and weak, without any power.

Third Move, Mountain-Collapsing Lean.

When lunging forward, his feet tripped, and he almost fell.

Lin Tian gritted his teeth and continued.

After finishing the forty-nine Moves once, he was covered in sweat, panting like an ox. Looking at the System interface again, a new line had appeared in the martial arts column:

[Mountain-Opening Fist (Not Yet Entered) 1/100]

Sure enough, the System recognized it.

But this progress was too slow.

Great Strength Fist could add one point of proficiency in one go, but after practicing Mountain-Opening Fist once, it was still one point.

And the consumption of doing it once was more than three times that of Great Strength Fist.

Lin Tian rested for a while and continued the second time.

The movements were still raw, but slightly better than the first time.

After the third time, the sky had already darkened.

[Mountain-Opening Fist (Not Yet Entered) 3/100]

One day, three times.

At this speed, it would take more than a month to enter the door.

Lin Tian dragged his exhausted body into the house, his steps somewhat shaky.

At the dinner table, Zhao Shi had already set the food. Seeing her son in this state, she felt heartache and shed tears:

"Tian'er, you can't push yourself so hard when practicing martial arts..."

Lin Dashan also frowned: "Your body is important."

Lin Tian squeezed out a smile: "Dad, Mom, I'm fine. It's just that I'm not used to it at the beginning, I'll be fine in a few days."

Although he said so, he knew in his heart that the physical consumption of Mountain-Opening Fist was far beyond that of Great Strength Fist.

Without the assistance of medicinal herbs, relying solely on food supplements, the speed of progress would be despairingly slow.

Zhao Shi looked at her son, suddenly got up and went into the inner room.

Not long after, she came out with a small cloth bag and opened it on the dinner table.

Inside was a silver bracelet, the style was old, there were some scratches on the surface, but it was cleaned very cleanly.

"In a few days, isn't the Hunting Team going into the city to sell furs?" Zhao Shi pushed the silver bracelet to Lin Tian, "You go with them, sell this bracelet, and buy some medicinal herbs.

Practicing martial arts... you can't shortchange your body."

Lin Tian was stunned.

He recognized this bracelet. This was his mother's dowry, it had been with her for more than twenty years, she usually couldn't bear to wear it, and only took it out to look at during holidays.

"Mom, this won't do..."

"Take it!" Zhao Shi's tone was firm, "The bracelet is dead, but people are alive. If you can achieve something in your training, that's better than anything."

Lin Dashan also said in a muffled voice: "Listen to your mother."

Lin Tian looked at the silver bracelet, then at his parents' concerned eyes, his nose felt a bit sour.

He reached out and picked up the bracelet, holding it in his palm.

Cold, heavy.

"Mom, don't worry." He clenched his fist, his voice firm, "I will definitely succeed."

For the next two days, Lin Tian still practiced Mountain-Opening Fist diligently every day.

The movements gradually became proficient, and the Qi and blood circulation became smoother. But the consumption was still huge, and he could only practice it four times a day at most.

[Mountain-Opening Fist (Not Yet Entered) 11/100]

On the third morning, the village suddenly became lively.

The Hunting Team was back.

When Lin Tian went out, he saw the threshing floor piled full of prey. A dozen gray rabbits, two wild boars, and three blue-gray wolves, their corpses piled together, and the smell of blood permeated the air.

The men of the Hunting Team were counting them, one by one covered in wounds, but with smiles on their faces.

The harvest this time was good, enough for the village to eat meat for several days.

Village Head Lin Tieshan was also there, talking to a black-faced man. That man was the captain of the Hunting Team, named Lin Bao, who was also a First-Rank Martial Artist and good at using a saber.

"... The wolf skin is complete and can sell for a good price. The boar skin is second, and the rabbit skin is the cheapest." Lin Bao pointed to the prey on the ground, "Going to the city this time should be able to exchange for a lot of salt and iron."

Village Head Lin Tieshan nodded: "When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow morning." Lin Bao said, "Take a few more people, there is a lot of cargo this time."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over the surroundings and suddenly stopped on Lin Tian.

"This kid... is that the one from Lin Dashan's house?"

"Yes." Village Head Lin Tieshan said, "He is now a member of my Martial Arts Team."

Lin Bao looked Lin Tian up and down a few times and grinned: "I heard you mastered Great Strength Fist in ten days? Interesting.

Follow us into the city tomorrow, help Move the cargo, and see the world."

Lin Tian's eyes lit up, and he quickly cupped his fists:

"Yes!"

He was just worrying about not having a chance to go to the city to sell the bracelet.

Moreover, he also wanted to see what the outside world looked like.