"Second stage? Is there a second stage?" Changsun asked in surprise.
"You think this is the end, but you're still far away. Your body's strength is barely acceptable right now, and you won't gain much if you continue training like this. Now I want to improve your body's ability to move." Wuming explained. .
"Ability to move?" Changsun was still a little confused.
Changsun has always believed that he still has a good foundation in sports. In his previous life, he was a special forces soldier and he can complete various difficult training moves. Now that this body has a higher starting point than in the previous life, Changsun is confident that he can do better in sports.
"Yes, it is athletic ability. This is my own opinion. I think that in order to reach the peak of martial arts, brute force alone is useless, but it is also impossible without brute force. Now your body has completed the first stage training, and based on this, I want you to make better use of your body."
"You have completed training in terms of strength, but if you cannot master the technique of exerting force, it will still be difficult for you to throw a powerful punch. It is like you have a lot of wealth but do not have the key to open the door to wealth. You are still a pauper."
"You already have a good understanding of force generation skills. I won't train you in this aspect. The next step is the accuracy of movement. To use another analogy, you now have the key to the door to wealth, but you can't do it. If you don’t spend your money wisely, you will still become a pauper sooner or later.”
"That is to say, I want to help you accurately control your body and improve the accuracy of your movements in the following training." Wuming said succinctly, and his unique insights made Changsun suddenly enlightened.
Wuming didn't know where he found a long rusty knife with no less than ten gaps on the blade.
Wuming pointed at the knife and said, "With the mental power you have now, you should be able to easily see how many gaps there are on the blade."
"I now want you to find the fifth gap from top to bottom."
Changsun accurately found the gap that Wuming mentioned. It was roughly in the middle of the knife, and the gap was about the size of a little finger.
"Now I want you to use one finger to hit the gap and break the knife in half." Wuming said.
Changsun felt that this request was not too high, so he reached out and took the knife.
Changsun held the knife in his hand, with the blade facing him, and raised an index finger on his right hand. When he was about to exert force, he found it difficult, and it became increasingly difficult to do so.
Changsun could easily lock the gap with his mental power, but when Changsun simulated it in his mind, he could clearly feel that when his right index finger made a move, the momentum generated would instantly disperse the mental power, and finally he would will affect accuracy.
Moreover, Changsun could feel that the knife was vulnerable when he held it. If he couldn't accurately hit the gap mentioned by Wuming, the final result would definitely be that the knife fell into pieces and it would be difficult to break into two halves.
Changsun pondered over and over again in his mind, and finally came up with a way to focus his mental energy on his right index finger, constantly adjust the trajectory of the movement during the movement, and finally achieve the goal of precise hitting.
Thinking of this, Changsun began to experiment.
Changsun simulated it twice in his mind, and it felt that it was indeed feasible. Then he used force, shot, and the knife broke into pieces, but instead of being in half, it was torn into pieces.
Changsun was a little disappointed. Finally, he could clearly see that the position of the index finger of Changsun's right hand was not just a hair's breadth away from the fifth gap, but a long way away.
When Changsun took action, he discovered that his mental strength could not keep up with his fast-moving body, which was why the final result was achieved.
"Yes, although it was still far behind in the end, the method you came up with in the end was right, and you are on the right track." Wuming did not continue to attack the eldest grandson this time, but gave a certain amount of affirmation.
After the eldest grandson received Wuming's affirmation, he immediately cheered up.
"This will be your training content next." Wuming pointed at the stone gate.
I saw that the stone gate suddenly changed. The originally flat wall suddenly became uneven and changed all the time.
"The Shimen has recorded the size of your fist. Now the Shimen is changing all the time. Every time it changes, only the position about the size of your fist is flat, and the rest is as you can see. You have also felt the hardness of the Shimen. If If your punch is not accurate enough, I believe you can imagine the consequences." Wuming said ruthlessly.
Changsun took a breath of air. His previous experience of banging on the door every day made him know how hard the stone door was. But now, if the shot is not accurate and hits the uneven area next to it, the pain would be frightening to the grandson just thinking about it.
"How accurate does it need to be?" Changsun asked after calming down and thinking.
"How accurate, as long as you have a slight difference, you will pay the price." Wuming replied.
Changsun felt a little desperate after hearing this, but did not make any protest.
Changsun believes that as long as Wuming puts forward a standard, it means it can be achieved. Since it can be achieved, Changsun has no reason to admit defeat.
Changsun didn't say anything more. He walked to the stone door, took two deep breaths to calm himself down, overcome the fear caused by the pain, and then calmly observed the changes in the stone door.
After a while, Changsun felt that this training was indeed very difficult. The time for each change of Shimen was just long enough for Changsun to lock the target and punch quickly.
Wuming even calculated the time for Changsun to punch. If Changsun didn't punch with all his strength, the time would definitely be slower.
"What a cunning old guy. He counts everything and doesn't give any chance to be lazy." Changsun thought silently in his heart.
When all people's escape routes are blocked, they will face the situation seriously.
Changsun is in such a situation now. When he finds that there is nothing lazy to steal, he becomes extremely serious, all his mental power is mobilized, and every punch is extremely cautious and very fast.
Despite this, Changsun still suffered a lot. He had to stop practicing for the first time soon because his hand was broken and he could no longer hold a fist.
Even so, Changsun's expression remained unchanged, as if he had turned off his sense of pain.
Changsun climbed up the stone door with difficulty, and then fell into meditation calmly, without making a sound or even a groan.
Changsun's tenacity and perseverance were once again recognized by Wuming. Even he, at this age, could not be as calm as Changsun.
The eldest grandson didn't say much. The rest of his life was all about boring and painful practice. If his hand was broken, he would stop and meditate to recover. When he recovered, he would continue practicing.
What is visible to the naked eye is that the number of Zhangsun's hand fractures is getting less and less, and the accuracy of Zhangsun's punches is getting higher and higher.
However, what Changsun didn't expect was that his mental power had also been improved unknowingly.
Changsun didn't know how long this hellish practice lasted. When you overcome fear, time will not become so difficult. This is how Changsun felt at this time.
Although it was painful to practice, when he was immersed in the joy of harvest, time also became very fast, although the concept of time became very blurred in the Underworld.
When Changsun could accurately hit the target every time he punched, Changsun was so excited that he wanted to jump up.
Being immersed in cultivation, Changsun could not feel his improvement. Only when he withdrew from the state of concentration did Changsun feel his changes.
Changsun had never thought that he could feel his body so clearly and that he could accurately control every movement of his body. This feeling was so wonderful.
Changsun stopped and looked at his body, overjoyed, and then performed a move out of thin air.
Straight punch, uppercut, front kick, side kick, whip kick...
Changsun could feel that every move and every move he made could be done according to his heart. In the words of Changsun's heart, he could hit wherever he wanted.
Changsun calmed down and thought, this change was not only due to the improvement of his mental power, but more importantly, the physical and mental power had reached a good integration. Now his mental power is like tentacles, firmly attached to Every part of the body.
"Do you feel obsessed with this feeling of physical strength?" A nameless voice suddenly sounded in Changsun's ears.
Changsun was still immersed in the changes in his body and nodded subconsciously.
"That's why I say that the body is the foundation of a warrior, and skills and other skills are not important." Wuming induced.
The eldest grandson heard it, and he was still upset about the last time he complained that he would not modify the technique.
"Senior is right, after all, the world's practitioners are not in vain." Changsun immediately flattered him.
"Hmph, that brat is trying to flatter you again. I won't accept this trick." Wuming said, but it could be seen that Changsun's trick was very effective.
Seeing that Wuming was in a good mood, the eldest grandson struck while the iron was hot and hurriedly said: "Senior, what do you think of my cultivation results? Can I enter the next stage?"
"Huh, eager for quick success, this is a taboo in cultivation. However, the cultivation results during this period are barely acceptable. Although the second stage of cultivation is not over yet, there are indeed some changes in the next cultivation." Wuming said.
The eldest grandson quickly said that the senior's lesson was correct, and then asked: "Then how should we change it?"
Wuming did not answer hastily, but suddenly said: "Weapons are the second life of a warrior. No matter how hard the body is, it is difficult to compete with weapons of the same level. The importance of weapons is self-evident. But with How to use the weapon at your fingertips to maximize its power is the skill of a warrior."
Changsun agreed after hearing this. In Changsun's opinion, touching the iron plate with his fist was really a stupid move, even though he had been doing it recently.
"The next thing I want to train you is to use the weapon as an extension of your body to control it with precision." Wuming said, conjuring a big knife from nowhere and throwing it to his eldest grandson.
Changsun took the sword and found that it was very handy. The body of the sword was black and looked like a piece of uncarved black jade, giving it a natural feeling.
The eldest grandson couldn't help but admired: "What a knife!"
"This knife is given to you as a reward. I made this knife for you. It is still a semi-finished product. I will leave the rest for you to complete later." Wuming said.
