Chapter 11 – Sanda Special Training and Actual Combat (One)

Early the next morning, Ye Kuang went to the school administration office and had no choice but to apply for a seven-month leave of absence.

The process was originally quite cumbersome, but when the Yinghao Martial Hall intervened, unnecessary complications were eliminated along the way.

Reporting, approval, passage.

It was only at this point that Ye Kuang began to understand the efficiency of Ma Xiu and the others.

As for this Sanshou martial art, it integrates various techniques and delivers unconventional strikes (palms, fingers, fists) in real-time. It does not pursue flashy styles; its purpose is to defeat opponents through the flexible and clever application of techniques.

Today marked Ye Kuang’s first exposure to this field, and he couldn’t help but marvel at its depth and complexity.

But as a novice, Ma Xiu had no choice but to call upon industry veterans to give Ye Kuang a crash course.

Sanshou is a branch of martial arts, a form of combat fighting that continues until one side emerges victorious.

Whereas martial arts, in general, stop when a point is made.

Ma Xiu: “Now that you have a basic understanding of Sanshou and martial arts, I’m curious to hear your thoughts.”

Upon hearing this, Ye Kuang remained silent for a moment before answering irrelevantly: “Are you sure this special training can unlock the hidden power within my body?”

His tone, in fact, carried doubt!

To him, Sanshou was ultimately just a fighting technique. Although it originated from martial arts, its evolution had long since formed its own distinct school.

Thus, Ye Kuang clearly held an uncertain attitude toward this field.

Ma Xiu pondered briefly before responding: “To be honest, I can’t say for sure either, but we’ll only know after some time of training.”

Ye Kuang: “Then let’s begin!”

Ma Xiu: “So eager… Are you starting to get interested?”

Ye Kuang replied expressionlessly: “Our relationship is purely transactional. Whether I’m interested or not is none of your concern!”

Hearing this, Ma Xiu knew she had overstepped and promptly turned to nod slightly at the three instructors.

“Tiger Man, industry veteran and expert, Qian Chou.”

“Combat instructor, Man Lang, at your service.”

“Medical expedition team, data research center worker, Nu’erchi, pleased to meet you!”

Seeing the three introduce themselves, Ye Kuang also stated: “Ye Family’s Wolong, Ye Kuang.”

Qian Chou: “A fine name.”

Nu’erchi: “Let’s hurry up. I can’t wait to conduct a thorough study.”

Man Lang: “……”

Ma Xiu: “Good luck. I hope half a year from now, you won’t disappoint us too much. Of course, it’s for that three hundred thousand.”

With that, she stepped aside and began calibrating the physical fitness testing equipment.

Noticing this, Man Lang recited clearly: “The training methods for Sanshou fundamentals start with long-distance running to build endurance. After running, stretch your legs: forward stretches, side stretches, backward stretches, empty stances, crouching stances, and split-leg side stretches.”

“Next is weighted training for speed…”

“Then limit training for strength, meaning three hundred push-ups daily (palms, fingers, fists), pushing to exhaustion, keeping your body in a constant state of exertion.”

“After that, study the process of generating force, combine it with your own body, familiarize yourself with the starting and ending points of joint power, and focus that power into your fists and palms to unleash extraordinary strength.”

“As for the final step, naturally, it’s actual combat.”At this point, Man Lang couldn’t help but remind them, “Don’t judge me just as a mentor. I was once an expert in the Sanshou industry, though I lost in a certain competition.”

Upon hearing this, Ye Kuang’s expression shifted slightly, yet the depths of his eyes remained utterly calm.

Since there was a challenge, wouldn’t that make things even more interesting?

Subsequently, he gradually immersed himself in the intensive five-part training regimen.

It must be said that the professional knowledge of Man Lang and the other two was precisely targeted, indirectly compensating for Ye Kuang’s gaps in understanding Sanshou and Martial Arts.

For seven consecutive days, he engaged in physical training at regular intervals.

Here, it’s worth mentioning: Ye Kuang’s Divine Martial abilities seemed to exceed everyone’s expectations, remarkably shattering existing world records.

His strength was like one who could uproot mountains and dominate the world with his aura. If there were a historical figure for comparison, it would likely only be the legendary overlord Xiang Yu!

It was only after careful study that Nu’erchi realized this fact, leaving him utterly astounded on the spot.

In truth, Nu’erchi was more invested than anyone in discovering this uncut gem that was Ye Kuang.

As Ye Kuang’s power was gradually unleashed, he resembled an unyielding Vajra—silent until he roared, and when he did, it was earth-shattering, rivaling even the world’s top combat prodigies!

Hah!

Hah!

Ye Kuang was drenched in sweat, oblivious to the concept of fatigue, delving deeper into the realm of Sanshou to excavate his hidden potential, beginning his awakening.

It could be said that the physical training process was brutal, designed to exhaust one’s stamina step by step to break through new limits.

Yet, this logic clearly didn’t apply to Ye Kuang.

His strength seemed endless, his explosive power comparable to a monster’s.

Though he hadn’t reached the point of lifting a thousand-pound cauldron with one hand, once fully developed, the final results would undoubtedly leave everyone present in awe.

Ma Xiu grew increasingly exhilarated; discovering such talent had made her the most delighted among them.

The reason was that Ye Kuang’s physical prowess was even more terrifying than she had imagined!

For an ordinary person, three hundred push-ups would be the limit, yet he exceeded five hundred.

What was even more astonishing was that he didn’t use his palms but performed them on his fingers.

This unbelievable turn of events had already shattered their understanding of the term “Divine Martial.”

As Ye Kuang’s combat mentor, Man Lang couldn’t help but feel mounting pressure, which grew with each passing day.

Seeing that Qian Chou was also becoming more invested in Ye Kuang, Man Lang approached Ma Xiu and asked with unconcealed excitement, “How did you find this kid? His potential is simply terrifying…”

Before he could finish, Man Lang’s tone shifted, continuing with conviction, “This Martial Arts competition is bound to tremble because of him!”

Ma Xiu replied, “Finding him was purely accidental, but based on what we see now, his future is undoubtedly promising!”

As she spoke, she recounted the entire story to Man Lang.

In that moment, the expressions of the three grew even more vivid.

Whoosh—boom!

A punch with a thousand pounds of force!

Thud!

Fingers piercing through wooden boards!

Clang… buzzzz!

As Ye Kuang landed punch after punch on the iron plate, a startling, sharp whistle suddenly erupted.

This unbelievable scene left everyone inwardly stunned.

After days of routine training, he had begun to adapt to the starting point of his strength, even mastering the control of his power with familiarity.

“This guy is nothing short of a miracle, a genius born for combat!” Nu’erchi exclaimed.It must be said that after more than ten days of training, Ye Kuang’s various indicators had already exceeded the expectations of the four, and it was even possible for him to break the existing data again at any time in the future.

This made it easy to imagine how excited Nu’erchi was.

Qian Chou: “Yes, control your strength to a precise point, use the twist of your waist to unleash the perfect force, and strike out!!!”

Ssss-boom!!!

Accompanied by a deafening roar, the reading shot straight to 1,300 pounds!

Seeing this, even Man Lang couldn’t help but feel a chill down his spine, clearly taking Ye Kuang seriously now.

If 1,000 pounds was just the beginning in the boxing world, then 1,300 pounds was already approaching mastery.

Yet, all of this still couldn’t define Ye Kuang’s limits, making it easy to understand why Man Lang had no choice but to take him seriously!

Moreover, at this moment, Ye Kuang was still a high school student not even twenty years old!

In contrast, Ye Kuang remained indifferent to these numbers. As he channeled his inner strength, he suddenly seemed like a completely different person.

His strength was extraordinary!

His speed was lightning-fast!

His stamina was immeasurable!

His combat skills were flexible and versatile!

His explosive power was nothing short of divine!

Ye Kuang’s Divine Martial abilities had been comprehensively enhanced, allowing him to immerse himself in the ocean of combat techniques.

And he found this incredibly exhilarating—not only did it feel immensely satisfying, but it also allowed him to deeply appreciate the joy within.

Nu’erchi: “I think we can appropriately increase the weight. He clearly hasn’t reached his limit yet. In the previous training session, we wasted too much time just trying to exhaust his full strength.”

Hearing this, Qian Chou immediately retorted: “That’s not advisable. This kid has just started training and shouldn’t be rushed. If he strains a muscle, the disadvantages would far outweigh the benefits for his future training.”

Man Lang, upon hearing this, clearly felt conflicted and could only ask: “What do you think?”

As for whom he was asking, the gazes of Ma Xiu and the other three couldn’t help but turn to the person in question at the scene.

Ye Kuang: “Add another fifty kilograms. I can feel that this isn’t my limit yet…”

As soon as he finished speaking, he gradually recalled the first time he used the Calf Raise Machine—the experience was clearly too complex to put into words.

This inexplicable feeling surged within him, making him even more focused.

After the additional fifty kilograms were added, Ye Kuang suddenly felt his entire body grow heavier, which in turn ignited his fighting spirit.

He struggled to familiarize himself with the weight on his arms, stepped forward again with vigor, and threw a powerful punch.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!!!

As the buzzing sounds echoed, they were as resonant as a great bell, deafening to the ears.

500 pounds.

900 pounds.

1,200 pounds…

Straight to 1,350 pounds!

Only then did Ye Kuang retract his fist, repeatedly swinging his arms before inevitably falling into deep thought.

In that brief moment, he thought of many things.

Although his strength was innate, there was clearly a lack of coordination in the process of exerting force…

This resulted in a phenomenon where, even when utilizing the twist of his waist and coordinating all his joints, he still struggled to achieve the desired outcome.

At this moment, the scenes from earlier flashed through his mind once again.

The twist of the waist, the swing of the arms, the force channeled into the fist… this process seemed to lack a certain pivot point.

Thinking of this, Ye Kuang’s eyes couldn’t help but light up!