41: Chapter 41 Martial Arts Realms

Chapter 41 Martial Arts Realm

Friday.

The weather forecast predicted cloudy skies turning overcast, with occasional showers.

In the No. 2 training hall, on the padded floor.

A group of young trainees wearing white uniforms were performing warm-up exercises such as leg stretching and rolling.

Having just finished a Jiu-Jitsu sparring session, Fang Cheng simply stood aside to rest and watch.

He also took the opportunity to audit the class and learn related techniques.

Today was originally his day off.

But because he had already asked for leave on Tuesday, he needed to make up for the time he missed due to being sick.

After completing their warm-ups, those trainees began practicing kumite.

The so-called "kumite" was a grappling and striking combat training simulation where they grabbed each other.

Fang Cheng did not know much about this combat style, but he was quite interested in it.

Many of its techniques, such as takedowns, throws, joint locks, chokes, and ground fighting, were actually included in Karate as well.

Historically, Karate had absorbed techniques from many schools.

To put it nicely, it was all-encompassing; to put it bluntly, it was a hodgepodge.

Perhaps for this reason.

During the past few days of sparring with Majima Goro, Fang Cheng had not unlocked the corresponding skills.

Therefore, he simply shifted his Focus to other more specialized and distinctive combat styles.

Such as Jiu-Jitsu and Muay Thai...

At this moment, bursts of shouting came from the field.

The coach constantly reminded the trainees to pay attention to the key points of their movements, correcting and guiding their foundational skills.

Fang Cheng watched intently, silently noting down the relevant essentials.

When training with that Jiu-Jitsu athlete earlier.

He basically wore protective gear, took a good stance, and played the role of the defender.

He let the opponent use their hands to execute various takedowns, throws, joint locks, and ground fighting techniques.

Even though Fang Cheng planted his stance firmly, his center of gravity was often shifted by the shaking, almost sending him flying.

Fortunately, relying on the lower-body strength from long-term practice of the Squat, he managed to withstand several rounds of throwing techniques from the opponent.

Seeing this, the Jiu-Jitsu athlete focused more on using joint locks and ground fighting.

For a while, it did cause Fang Cheng quite a bit of trouble.

However, relying on his reaction speed, he was still able to counter Move by Move and barely manage.

In the end, the Jiu-Jitsu athlete grew anxious and actually pulled off a sacrifice Move.

Using the strength of the thighs and the momentum of mid-air rotation, the athlete dragged him down to the ground where they excelled most, executing a choke.

At the moment Fang Cheng was hit, if he had not promptly used his palms to block the thighs choking his neck, he probably would have suffocated.

But the strength of the hands ultimately could not match the strength of the thighs.

In the end, this sparring session was still won by the employer, who dragged a slightly bruised leg and declared victory with high satisfaction.

Many Moves of Jiu-Jitsu were extremely fierce and vicious, frequently posing a fatal danger.

As the name implied, a "sacrifice Move" was a desperate fighting style, overcoming the enemy by risking the body of oneself.

The Move basically used various falling techniques combined with borrowing the strength of the opponent to throw them out while neutralizing their Moves, followed by a choke.

This was a combat technique that looked substandard yet was extremely clever.

Through several previous actual combats, Fang Cheng realized the role of the combination techniques of seizing and Wrestling Techniques.

If he wanted to continue studying in depth, Jiu-Jitsu was a good choice.

If he could master this combat art, he could not only unlock a new skill slot, but also make up for some shortcomings at the technical level of close-quarters combat.

...

The street on a rainy night.

Occasionally, a few scattered pedestrians holding umbrellas passed by.

At the "Wuyou" Audio-Visual Store, the signboard lightbox was still flickering in the continuous drizzle.

Half of the lights inside the house were turned off, making it appear somewhat dim.

At this time and in this weather, there were basically no more customers visiting.

Wu Datong sat behind the counter, in front of a seventeen-inch old-fashioned television.

He stared fixedly at the glowing screen, one hand clutching tissue paper, the other hand clenched into a fist.

The sallow face turned somewhat red, and his breathing was slightly hurried.

Creak——

Just then, the glass door was suddenly pushed open, and a voice sounded shortly after.

"Boss!"

"Ah!"

Wu Datong was startled so much that he shivered, hurriedly turned off the TV, and looked up.

He saw a tall and thin young figure standing at the door, putting away an umbrella and turning to look over.

"I am here to return the disc, and by the way, rent some instructional documentaries about Jiu-Jitsu."

The customer visiting late at night was none other than Fang Cheng, who had just rushed over after getting off work.

Wu Datong first flurriedly tidied up the counter top, then chuckled and nodded:

"Take a look!"

"Have, have, I will get it for you right away."

This time, his attitude actually seemed even more enthusiastic and attentive than usual.

Not long after.

Dragging his slightly lame left leg, Wu Datong rummaged through the audio-visual rack on the left and found a disc with shabby packaging.

He turned and walked back, saying:

"Here, this is The Dao of Jiu-Jitsu Life and Death."

"Demonstrated personally by a famous master, the main content includes the life-and-death methods of Jiu-Jitsu, forbidden Moves of various schools, and insights into body cultivation. Except here, it is rarely seen on the market."

"However, the Moves inside are somewhat dangerous, and it is only suitable for people with a certain martial arts foundation to watch."

"Thank you."

Fang Cheng took the disc, then took out the two discs rented last time from his bag and returned them to him.

Seeing this, Wu Datong could not help muttering in his mouth:

"You rushed over in such heavy rain. Renting it for an extra day would not cost a few bucks..."

Amidst his words, looking at the extremely serious eyes of Fang Cheng, he seemed to recall something.

So he deliberately added a word of advice:

"Jiu-Jitsu is nothing rare; traditional martial arts also have its combat concept, which is using the force of the opponent against them and drawing them into a void, except Jiu-Jitsu is more extreme."

"When practicing this kind of kung fu, if you want to reach a profound Realm, it is best not to rely too much on the strength of your own physical body. The most important thing is to feel it with your heart, feel the Reincarnation of life and death, and understand the changes of all living beings in the Universe..."

Speaking of this, the tone of Wu Datong paused, and he scratched his head:

"Hey, is what I said too esoteric?"

But Fang Cheng listened with great Focus, and immediately replied:

"Thank you for your guidance, Uncle Wu. I seem to understand a little."

"It is good that you understand, good that you understand."

Wu Datong said with a chuckle.

Suddenly, he caught sight of a hair fallen on the 5-yuan banknote handed over by Fang Cheng.

He could not help asking:

"A-Cheng, have you been losing a lot of hair recently?"

"Uh, seems so. What is wrong?"

"You need to pay attention."

The expression of Wu Datong turned serious as he admonished:

"Young people should know restraint. Do not rely on having a good body to eat random unclean things, and absolutely do not take steroids for fitness, especially quit your bad habits."

Fang Cheng did not argue, just blinked his eyes.

Looking at the pink disc cover exposed in the half-open drawer of the counter.

Wu Datong followed his gaze, instantly blushing an old face, and said awkwardly:

"What is wrong? I am in my fifties, unmarried, what is wrong with occasionally relaxing once?"

Fang Cheng nodded, indicating understanding.

Wu Datong felt even more ashamed beyond measure, completely losing the imposing demeanor of a grandmaster he had just now.

Putting the disc into his bag and picking up the umbrella by the door, Fang Cheng was about to push open the glass door and walk out.

But behind him came another inquiry.

"A-Cheng, since you like practicing martial arts so much, would you like to find some like-minded martial arts friends to spar and progress together?"

Hearing this, Fang Cheng was startled, and turned back to look at Wu Datong.

Similar words should... have already been heard for the second time.