C38 Xing Meng's Shock!

"Teacher Xing Meng is a Second Class practitioner of the Blood Solidification Stage, a Martial Artist. Under his tutelage, you too can become a Martial Artist," Yan Fengwu said with a smile.

Ye Yu nodded in agreement. To become a Martial Artist, Xing Meng was indeed the ideal mentor.

"So, what's my next step?" Ye Yu inquired, turning his gaze to Xing Meng.

Xing Meng didn't reply immediately. Instead, he fixed Ye Yu with an intense, lightning-fast stare and spoke with gravity. "Becoming a Martial Artist is no simple feat! Only when you truly master control over your body can you unlock your latent potential, shatter the physical constraints, and ascend to the rank of Martial Artist!"

"To truly master your body, there's only one way: martial arts training!" As Xing Meng concluded, an imposing aura burst forth from him, making the very air around them seem denser.

Ye Yu's excitement was palpable, and he was itching to begin. "Shall we start right away?"

Xing Meng gestured for patience and, with a smile at the eager Ye Yu, said, "Hold on. First, I need to assess your foundational skills."

"My foundation?" Ye Yu asked, puzzled.

"Perform some movements for me. When I first trained with Teacher, I started with a set of Long Fist forms," recalled Yan Fengwu, who stood to the side, reminiscing about her early days of martial arts practice with Xing Meng.

Scratching his head, Ye Yu asked, "Can I just do any movements?"

Xing Meng nodded. "Yes, this is primarily to evaluate your bodily coordination."

"Okay then."

With his legs shoulder-width apart, Ye Yu began to raise his hands slowly.

- Stretching

- Jumping

- Chest Expansion

- Leg Kicking

Ye Yu's sequence of exercises left Xing Meng and Yan Fengwu both bewildered and dizzy. His movements were somewhat unique, but the rhythm was unmistakably that of Broadcast Gymnastics!

"Enough, stop!" Xing Meng interjected quickly, fearing he might inadvertently join in the exercise.

"Teacher Xing, is my body coordination up to par?" Ye Yu asked, though he felt a twinge of regret for not demonstrating the next, more challenging move.

Xing Meng's mouth twitched slightly. "Your movements may be unconventional, but your coordination is exceptional!"

There was no flattery in Xing Meng's voice; he had realized he had been underestimating Ye Yu. The level of coordination Ye Yu had shown was beyond that of many seasoned Martial Artists.

"Next, I'll test your strength and speed," Xing Meng announced.

"How should I go about the test?" Ye Yu asked, his interest piqued by the professionalism of his physical education teacher.

Xing Meng beckoned with a hooked finger and said with a grin, "Come at me! Give me everything you've got!"

Noticing Ye Yu's hesitation, Xing Meng reassured him, "Don't hold back. You won't injure me."

With that, Ye Yu limbered up his wrists, clenched his fists, and charged at Xing Meng.

Circling his opponent, Ye Yu launched into a relentless assault, while Xing Meng stood his ground, deflecting the barrage with his palms. Despite the lack of formal technique, Ye Yu's excellent flexibility and coordination turned his limbs into weapons, furiously hammering away at Xing Meng.

Initially, Xing Meng appeared at ease, but as the onslaught continued, Ye Yu's attacks showed no signs of diminishing; they only grew more ferocious.

Yan Fengwu watched from the sidelines, her mind reeling with shock. She had never imagined that Ye Yu, untrained in martial arts, could unleash such a powerful offensive.

Little did she realize, the true shock came when Xing Meng was fending off Ye Yu's strikes. As Ye Yu's attacks grew more frequent and the stabbing pain in his palms intensified, Xing Meng felt as though he was facing a monster!

His stamina and burst of power were on par with Yan Fengwu, who possessed a unique Bloodline—truly a fearsome sight.

But what astonished Xing Meng the most was the keen edge to Ye Yu's attacks, reminiscent of a drawn sword poised to unleash a blinding radiance!