CHAPTER 105: CHAPTER 71: REALITY MARTIAL ARTS (6.4K)_3

Zhang Feng didn’t mind, in any case, they would gather in two minutes.

But at that moment, the sound of brakes screeched from outside the martial arts school.

At the same time.

The small parking lot (sidewalk steps) in front of the martial arts school.

"Master, I don’t even know what to say about you."

The driver’s door opened, and Master Wang shook his head as he got out of the driver’s seat,

"You told me last night that Master Zhang was coming this morning, and then said this morning to wait for you so we could go together.

Well, I waited at my door for you for an hour and couldn’t find you.

When I saw you weren’t coming, I went to your place and found you were still sleeping?"

"Oh... I didn’t want this either..." The master of the school, still somewhat hungover, rubbed his head as he got out of the car from the passenger seat.

Then, as if he remembered something, he hurriedly rushed into the martial arts school and immediately saw Zhang Feng standing in a horse stance.

"Master Zhang, I’m sorry, I drank too late, drank too much, and was knocked out!"

The appearance of the master and his immediate apology upon entering caught the attention of everyone inside the dojo.

The master didn’t care and continued to explain to Zhang Feng: "I remember setting an alarm on my phone, but when Master Wang came to find me in the morning, I discovered my phone wasn’t charged and had turned off."

"Health is important." Zhang Feng looked at the master’s somewhat red eyes, "I’ll write you a hangover remedy later, get someone to fetch it."

"Master Zhang can also treat illnesses?" The master suddenly felt confused.

’He’s Zhang Feng? The dojo’s "treasured master"?’ The new coach suddenly regretted not chatting with Zhang Feng earlier when he saw the master buttering him up.

"You, yes you." Zhang Feng then turned to the new coach, "Your students are almost all here, today I’ll teach, you go get the medicine."

"Me?" The new coach pointed to his nose.

"Mm." Zhang Feng shook his hands, nodded to Master Wang who had just come in, and then looked at the new coach and some glancing students,

"I’m someone who likes to get things done straightforwardly, and speaks straightforwardly.

But I don’t look at an age that commands respect.

So to avoid some kind of resistance or disbelief in me in the future.

Today, we’ll show real skills with our hands, I’ll choose a total of fifteen of you, let’s get started."

"???

At the moment Zhang Feng finished speaking, everyone was dumbfounded.

"What?" The two burly trainees punching the sandbags nearby also stopped their movements.

"You... I..." The new coach, shocked, pointed to himself, then to Zhang Feng, was this something a person could say?

"What the hell?" Another student swore: "That coach, even Yip Man on TV might not be able to fight fifteen people, right?"

"But you’re not masters." Zhang Feng stood calmly, "Yip Man fought only great fighters."

"Master Zhang?" The master wanted to advise and offered an out, "I remember you wanted to discuss something with me, how about waiting first?"

"Direct enough, violent enough." Master Wang admiredly clasped his hands and then stepped aside, completely uninvolved in this bout.

Zhang Feng then looked at the students, "If you don’t make a move, I’ll make the first move."

A few seconds passed in silence.

A big guy with boxing gloves shouted, "So arrogant? Let’s go! Beat him!"

"Fight!" The others were stirred up, and one by one took up the moves they had learned in the past few days, then charged at Zhang Feng.

"Your left stance is unstable." Zhang Feng glanced at the leading youth, pointing out while taking the initiative, pushing his chest forward, causing him to stagger and fall to the left.

Fortunately, it was a soft ground, so it didn’t hurt to fall.

Zhang Feng ignored him and turned his attention to the second person, "Right punch is too low, lack of force in the waist."

Bam—

Zhang Feng gave a light push, while sidestepping and swinging his elbow, his hands like the wind, sweeping towards the few who followed, pointing out their flaws,

"Right leg, upper waist arm, footwork is wrong, horizontal elbow too low, thrusting punch is fine, but don’t withdraw force, I can take it."

Zhang Feng pointed out flaws consecutively, defeating several people.

Thud—

Several people were successively knocked down by Zhang Feng.

Meanwhile, the ones at the back were looking at each other in shock, and then at the people lying in front of Zhang Feng, hesitating and not stepping up.

But merely a few seconds later, their shocked expressions quickly turned to excitement, shouting one after another.

"Coach! I’m with you!"

"Me me me!"

The ones on the ground also raised their hands.

"Coach, count me in!"

...

In the following days.

Zhang Feng continued teaching in the dojo, intending to familiarize himself with these students’ power and functions in the shortest time.

At night, Zhang Feng would pick up a pen, recording and describing some power directions that differed from his own.

Zhang Feng knew well that different human bodies would result in various knowledge and outcomes.

For example, the human body as the ’basis’, the power exerted by the body is the ’process’, and the force delivered is the ’result’ and ’summarized knowledge’.

Now, the human body’s basis differed, as did the process of exerting force.

Thus, the final result naturally became a multitude of knowledge.

Zhang Feng’s own power was variable, thus he had many insights and understandings, learning quickly for the moment.

Even if given more time to Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng could also infer backward based on the different results of each trainee’s physical capabilities, and then tailor a suitable method of power generation for them.

The immense knowledge base made Zhang Feng like an ’encyclopedia of martial arts’.

However, Zhang Feng knew that his encyclopedia still needed more to be filled in.

These trainees were the ’raw materials’ of knowledge.

But Zhang Feng felt that still wasn’t enough.