Brother Wang was secretly amazed. He couldn't believe his eyes. He Yumo had completely mastered Bajiquan after watching a demonstration once, and performed it so smoothly and freely.
As He Yumo's boxing skills became more advanced, Wang Ge began to feel an indescribable mystery. The last few moves contained a profound and mysterious artistic conception, as if touching the core of martial arts.
He had seen this state of mind in his master before, but his master had been practicing Bajiquan for decades, while He Yumo was just a beginner.
Brother Wang couldn't help but ask, "Comrade He Yumo, have you ever learned Bajiquan before?"
There was a hint of surprise and curiosity in his voice that was hard to conceal.
He Yumo smiled and shook his head, replying, "Brother Wang, I've actually seen others perform this style of boxing before, but I never practiced it. However, an old friend of mine is good at a type of Kun boxing, and one of their moves, the Iron Mountain Lean, is very similar to our Bajiquan. I've also practiced it for two and a half years."
When Brother Wang heard this, he was suddenly speechlessly shocked.
He couldn't imagine that a person who had never formally come into contact with Bajiquan and had only practiced Tieshankao could reach such an amazing level in a short period of time.
He felt as if all his years of hard training had gone to waste, and an indescribable sense of frustration welled up in his heart.
However, he quickly adjusted his mindset. He knew that everyone has their own unique talents and circumstances, and that He Yumo's ability to master Bajiquan so quickly was not only due to his talent, but also to his hard work and understanding.
He decided to view He Yumo as an object worthy of respect and learning, rather than a frustrating object of comparison.
Brother Wang took a deep breath and tried to calm his inner turmoil. He walked over to He Yumo, patted him on the shoulder, and said sincerely, "Comrade He Yumo, you are amazing! I admire you!"
After seeing Brother Wang off, He Yumo was pleasantly surprised to find that his fighting skills had improved by leaps and bounds. He even rose two levels and became a level 6 Grandmaster.
The power of Bajiquan is indeed extraordinary. However, after reaching the Grandmaster level, simple practice can no longer increase experience points. If you want to be promoted to the 7th level of God, actual combat training is the only way.
The ancient martial arts schools, which have gone through thousands of trials and tribulations and have passed down the essence of martial arts to this day, are undoubtedly treasures.
Although He Yumo already possessed an indestructible body and his fighting skills had reached the fourth level of perfection, in actual application he still felt that he was more agile than organized.
Learning the techniques of Bajiquan and other martial arts not only greatly improved his combat capabilities, but also allowed him to reach unprecedented heights in martial arts. Bajiquan was like a link, cleverly connecting He Yumo's previous fighting skills and allowing him to fully unleash his true strength.
At this moment, He Yumo's whole body was filled with an indescribable energy, and a warm current circulated in his body, bringing him an unprecedented sense of comfort.
He secretly hoped in his heart: "If I can improve this skill to god level, maybe it can also increase my lifespan!"
This thought filled He Yumo's heart with joy and anticipation, and he was full of confidence in the future.
The courtyard has been very lively recently. Before He Daqing had the chance to listen to Yan Bugui's advice and admit his mistake in front of everyone, the White Widow had already come to the door in a hurry.
He Daqing came back to see He Yumo this time, but he didn't dare tell Bai Guafu.
He was afraid that if the White Widow found out, there would be trouble. After all, he knew her hot temper.
So he chose one night and quietly returned to the courtyard.
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