Clap, clap, clap!" Inside the Wing Chun martial arts school, a round of enthusiastic applause erupted.
This was an unconscious reaction from the Wing Chun students; although the spar just now was brief, they found it incredibly exciting!
"Uncle-Master, can I also learn kung fu from you here?" Huang Liang walked up to Huang Wen with shining eyes, asking eagerly.
"Of course," Huang Wen smiled and nodded.
"You are also a descendant of my Wing Chun lineage, and my junior. It's naturally fine for you to come and practice kung fu.
Of course, I still need to test your fundamentals first, is that okay?"
"No problem! I can do it!" A glimmer of confidence flashed in Huang Liang's eyes when he heard about testing his kung fu.
"How much Wing Chun have you practiced?" Huang Wen asked with a smile, looking at Huang Liang, who stood at attention with his feet together, hands at his sides, eyes looking forward, and full of spirit.
"I've been practicing the Siu Nim Tao and Chum Kiu forms to build my foundation.
I'll demonstrate them for Uncle-Master now!"
Huang Liang cupped his hands to Huang Wen, then raised his hands from his sides to his chest, making fists with his palms facing up and the back of his hands down.
He pulled his arms back slightly with a little force and began performing the Siu Nim Tao, the beginner's introductory form of Wing Chun.
Siu Nim Tao is the foundation of Wing Chun, and what Huang Wen teaches the students at the Wing Chun martial arts school is precisely the Siu Nim Tao form.
Only by mastering Siu Nim Tao can one be considered to have reached the apprentice level required by Huang Wen.
However, even though they both practiced Siu Nim Tao proficiently, there was a significant gap between Huang Liang and the students Huang Wen was teaching.
The most apparent difference was the spirit and vitality that Huang Liang exuded.
With Ip Man's insight combined with Bai Zhantang's keen eye, Huang Wen could naturally tell that the Huang Liang in front of him was definitely a genius—a genius for practicing martial arts!
Soon, Huang Liang finished the Siu Nim Tao form, his face slightly flushed, but his breathing remained very stable, without any signs of fatigue.
Then, he began the Chum Kiu form.
"By this measure, he's already at the introductory level.
If he practices up to the Biu Jee form, he'll probably be considered proficient.
At this age, he's not much worse than the original Huang Wen!" A thought flashed through Huang Wen's mind, and he felt a little moved.
"This is a promising talent!"
"Huang Liang, let's do some Chi Sao!" Huang Wen said with a bright smile, looking at Huang Liang.
"Okay!" Huang Liang seemed to understand something and grinned, connecting his hands with Huang Wen's.
Their hands were close yet separate, neither sticking nor breaking, feeling each other's strength, speed, and reactions.
Although he had just seen Huang Wen spar with Logan and knew Huang Wen was very strong, what surprised Huang Liang immensely was the unfathomable aura emanating from Huang Wen, far surpassing his grandfather's.
"Thud!" In a moment of distraction, Huang Liang's body was pushed out by Huang Wen, but Huang Wen quickly grabbed Huang Liang's wrist, preventing him from falling.
"Huang Liang, are you willing to take me as your master?" Huang Wen released Huang Liang and asked, looking earnestly into his eyes.
"Disciple Huang Liang, greets Master!" Huang Liang snapped back to reality and immediately knelt to bow.
"That's enough, what era is this? A cup of tea will do." Huang Wen smiled and pulled Huang Liang up.
"We're not that far apart in age, so you don't need to be so formal.
From now on, during your free time after school, just come here to practice.
Anything I know, as long as you're willing to learn, I can teach you!"
"Thank you, Master! Master, I'll go pour the tea right away!" Huang Liang hurriedly looked around.
Although Zhong Qiang didn't understand why Huang Wen suddenly took Huang Liang as a disciple, he still pointed towards the staircase, and Huang Liang quickly ran over.
Taking Huang Liang as a disciple was different from the students at the Wing Chun martial arts school.
Huang Wen would only formally accept disciples from the Wing Chun martial arts school if they reached the proficient level, were diligent, and exceptionally talented.
This meant Huang Liang was Huang Wen's first disciple.
Even Zhong Qiang didn't receive this treatment, as theoretically, Zhong Qiang and Huang Wen were peers.
Soon, Huang Liang came running back with a cup of tea, bowing as he handed it to Huang Wen and said, "Master, please have some tea."
"Mm." Huang Wen smiled faintly, nodded, took the tea, and took a sip.
"From today on, you are my first disciple, and the senior martial brother of my Wing Chun martial arts school.
I hope you won't disappoint me in the future."
"Disciple Huang Liang will certainly not disappoint Master!" Huang Liang said with a serious expression.
"Mm, there are empty rooms upstairs.
You can stay here on weekends when you don't have classes." Huang Wen placed the teacup aside.
"However, don't let martial arts interfere with your studies…"
"Hehe, Master, don't worry, I'm a straight-A student!" Huang Liang confidently patted his chest.
"Practicing kung fu is my hobby, and studying is also my hobby!"
"Straight-A student…" Zhong Qiang, standing nearby, felt very uncomfortable with such a creature, especially since this straight-A student was also better at martial arts than him.
Wasn't he just the typical "child of someone else's family"?
The other students nearby also looked at Huang Liang with envy, but they knew that the strength Huang Liang had displayed in his recent practice was far superior to theirs.
"He's so amazing.
This young man is only in his teens, yet he already has such strength.
I've been practicing for a month and still haven't been awarded the apprentice-level medal…" A lean, bespectacled black man muttered to himself, looking a bit dejected.
"However, I only have a little time to practice every day before going to bed after work, and then on weekends like today when I can come to practice…"
"Ding-a-ling!" Just then, the black man's phone rang.
Seeing it was his boss, he quickly answered.
"Hey, you, there's a problem with the circuit here.
Get over here and fix it immediately!"
"Yes…" The black man's reluctant voice sounded, then he apologized to Huang Wen with a cupped-hand gesture.
"Sorry, Teacher, I have an urgent work matter and need to leave."
"Mm, go ahead, Max." Huang Wen glanced at Max and nodded.
"When you're done, you can come back if you have time.
Your progress is indeed a bit slow."
"Teacher, you know my name?" Max's eyes widened, looking at Huang Wen with some excitement.
"Although you come infrequently, you practice very hard every time, so of course, I remember you." Although Huang Wen was puzzled by Max's excitement, he still explained with a smile, "Keep it up, I have high hopes for you.
Try to get your apprentice-level medal sooner!"
"Thank you, Teacher, I will work hard!" Max bowed excitedly to Huang Wen, then hurried out.
"It seems the lives of ordinary people here aren't so easy." Huang Liang shook his head and looked at Huang Wen.
"Master, when will you start teaching the Biu Jee form?"
"Come upstairs with me." Huang Wen suddenly felt that the Wing Chun martial arts school was indeed a bit small, especially without partitions.
Perhaps it should be expanded or a basement built.