On the afternoon of June 8, the college entrance examination was over.
"Graduated again."
Fu Changding sighed. This was the second time he graduated from high school.
The class went out to party again. Just like in the previous life, Liao Guang, the fat boy, confessed to a girl in the class under the influence of alcohol, and it really worked.
He could only sigh that God was blind.
Fu Changding also got drunk once. After today, his barely carefree life would be gone.
"This guy, he either sleeps on the desk or gets drunk on the wine table. How did he become such an idiot?"
Zhou He shook his head with a wry smile, still feeling a little unwilling in his heart. He had been the second to Fu Changding for three years, and the gap had not been too big. But when it came to the martial arts examination, he was actually left behind by a street.
"Humph, he was provoked by Han Xu." Tang Songting heard it and curled his lips in dissatisfaction.
In the past, he dared to confront Fu Changding in person, but now that he was left behind, he didn't dare to speak nonsense for a long time. Otherwise, you will definitely be beaten up.
"Have you heard it? Tiannan Wushu University seems to have taken a large mission, and many people died."
Liao Guang walked over drunk, with a complicated expression on his face. "The mortality rate of Wuhan University is not small every year. You said that we work hard to get into Wuhan University, and we want to live a life of delicious food and spicy food in the future.
But if Wuhan University lives in the knife every day, is that worth it?"
"Nothing is worth it. If you want to get anything, you will naturally have to pay the corresponding price. All good things are taken by warriors, so how can you do that?"
Zhou He's face is calm. He is also a second-generation martial artsman, and in fact he has noticed some abnormalities.
But when I asked at home, my family just told him to practice hard and not think too much.
"Tiannan Wushu University." Tang Songting's eyes moved, "Didn't Tiannan have a big earth before? Is the large-scale mission of Tiannan Wushu University related to disaster relief?"
"Maybe"
Zhou He sighed, looked at Fu Changding who was sleeping soundly, and shook his head. He didn't know whether to envy or pity. The stronger the warrior, the heavier the responsibilities he needs to bear.
This was Zhou He's guess, and he felt it was close to the truth.
After the party, Fu Changding was taken back by Uncle Wen.
When he woke up the next day, his Qi and blood circulated in his body, and he didn't have any headaches or fevers. In fact, if he wanted to, he could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk easily.
[Holiday]
After Fu Changding washed up, he took out his little notebook. In the next two and a half months before school started, he had to practice combat methods, and he had to find a way to break through the reality of the pile.
Then he would do a few first-class tasks and see blood.
He also had to start learning the knowledge and information of the underground cave, and he had to study the ways to obtain negative energy. Direct, indirect, overt, covert, etc.
[Should I go meet Fang Ping first and beat him up? ]
Thinking that he could beat Fang Ping up while he was still a weakling, Fu Changding was a little excited. The negative energy of the Son of the Plane might be particularly fragrant?
It seems feasible!
Fu Changding was a little eager to try, and wrote the two letters "FP" in the little notebook.
After organizing his thoughts, he went to Uncle Wen, "Uncle Wen, I want to practice combat techniques! Also, the information on that thing should be given to me."
Uncle Wen chuckled, "So urgent? Don't you want to rest for a few days?"
"No need, wait until I'm strong enough to break through the sky, and then I can rest as long as I want!" Fu Changding was also full of ambition at this time. With the system in hand, he would blow up the cave sooner or later.
Zheng Wen didn't say anything. Young people should be energetic. Only those like him who have half a foot in the coffin have the right to be pessimistic.
"Then come with me."
Zheng Wen took Fu Changding to another large training ground of the family. There were more puppets, wooden stakes, and equipment used to practice combat techniques.
The training ground where Fu Changhua and the others were staying was used for laying the foundation and standing, and it was very small.
"What kind of combat method do you want to practice, young master?"
"Does Uncle Wen have any recommendations?"
"Yes." Zheng Wen nodded. "You are practicing very fast, so I don't recommend you to practice low-grade combat methods. If you can maintain your practice speed, you will soon break through to the second grade.
By then, your energy and blood will be able to support you to use mid-grade combat methods.
But when you go to Wuda, you will have to complete missions and have many opportunities for actual combat, so you can't learn nothing.
My suggestion is to learn the basic leg techniques and basic boxing techniques well, plus a body technique that ensures the speed of pursuit or escape, and that will be enough.
As for cold weapons, swords, sticks, and basic boxing techniques all have something in common, so you can choose one as your main weapon."
"Can't you practice mid-grade combat methods directly? My energy and blood are much stronger than ordinary people."
Fu Changding frowned. He remembered that after Fang Ping became Lu Fengrou's apprentice, he learned the mid-grade combat method, Exploding Blood Sabre.
"Of course you can, but you'd better lay a good foundation first."
Zheng Wen patiently explained, "Middle-grade fighting methods consume too much energy. With your current energy and blood, you may run out of energy and blood after a few moves. And when warriors fight, it's not that you will definitely win just because you have powerful moves.
Fists, elbows, shoulders, knees, it's best if you can train every part of your body to be used as a weapon. That way, you can constantly change your attack routines during a fight, making it hard for the enemy to defend themselves. "
Fu Changding thought to himself that his blood would not be exhausted, but he still accepted Zheng Wen's suggestion.
The main reason was that he had been abused too many times in the dream battlefield. In the nearly one month between the martial arts test and the college entrance examination, he challenged it more than a dozen times unwillingly, and failed every time.
And he failed very quickly, the longest time was no more than five minutes, and he didn't even gain much combat experience.
So he knew the power of basic tactics and wouldn't be too ambitious.
Zheng Wen breathed a sigh of relief and began to instruct Fu Changding on the basic leg techniques that he already had a basic foundation in. "Concentration and explosion are the essence of basic tactics. The strength is concentrated on one point, and the force penetrates the body and explodes in the enemy's body to maximize the lethality. "
As he said this, he demonstrated some moves, and finally kicked a wooden stake next to him.
Boom!
The wooden stake was kicked in half, and wood chips flew everywhere, which scared Fu Changding.
He definitely couldn't bear this kick!
"It's so strong." He touched the broken end of the wooden stake, which was densely covered with wood thorns, obviously torn apart by force.
"It's not that strong. This kick can be done by any warrior who has mastered the basic leg skills."
Zheng Wen was not too proud, and he didn't use much force in this kick. "The most important point is the stickiness. At the moment of contact, it sticks to the target and prevents the target from retreating and unloading the force, so that the power of this move can be fully unleashed."
[So, the stickiness of the faceless man has not been cultivated to the fullest?]
Fu Changding was a little confused. The strength setting of the dream battlefield only has the grade, and there is no setting for the battle method. So, is the strength of the faceless man the average level of the first-grade initial stage?