the second chapter
Qin Mu's confidence was boosted by the success of his Internal Strength. He set his sights on the remaining martial arts.
"Huashan Sword Art…Back then, Huashan was famous for its sword art. It should be very powerful!”
However, when he wanted to open the Huashan Sword Technique, he realized that there was no response.
Ding! Practicing martial arts requires gradual progress. Please start from the beginner level!
Well, this sword technique was actually a high-level one?
Helplessly, he could only choose the Ten Duan Brocade of the Long Fist.
Although he had never practiced martial arts, he had read novels.
It was said that the Ten Duan Brocade of the Long Fist was the Huashan Sect's entry-level martial art. In a short span of eighteen to eighteen, it combined a set of fist techniques and lightness skills!
This is not bad either!
Qin Mu decisively went to the hall of the martial arts club and practiced the moves one by one according to the system's demonstration in his mind.
If it was in the past, he might have to practice a basic movement for a long time.
However, with the support of his internal strength, his body was as light as a swallow, and all parts of his body cooperated perfectly.
In just an hour, he had mastered this set of fist techniques!
"Phew…Not bad!"
Qin Mu put his palms together and put the finishing touches.
The system interface was updated again, and the Long Fist Ten Duan Brocade was added.
Unlike Huashan Internal Strength, Long Fist Ten Duan Brocade was a martial arts technique with five stages.
Currently, he had only reached the entry-level. Next, there were four stages: proficiency, small success, large success, and perfection.
Seeing that he still had three inheritance points left, he decisively chose the third stage, the initial success stage.
Almost in an instant, the awkwardness from before disappeared.
Every move of the Ten Duan Brocade of the Long Fist seemed to have been carved into his bones, and he could use it with a wave of his hand.
Qin Mu was overjoyed!
Inheritance points were good stuff, so the more the better!
After looking at it carefully, he realized that if he wanted to obtain inheritance points, he had to recruit disciples.
It made sense. After the dojo was built, he could not be the only one.
The next morning, he opened the door and pulled up the banner!
"The True Martial Arts Association is recruiting disciples!"
However, with just a banner, let alone registering disciples, there wasn't even anyone who asked for advice!
For three consecutive days, there were no visitors.
Qin Mu helplessly sat at the door in a daze.
The uncle from the medicinal herb shop next door saw that he was pitiful, so he kindly gave him some pointers."Kid Qin, you can't open a dojo like this. Look at those dojos, which one of them didn't open with a bang! It was in the newspapers for several days!"
Uncle Zhang, I don't have the money to publish in the newspaper…"
"Then let's fight in the arena and challenge the dojo!"
"That's right!"
Qin Mu slapped his forehead.
He had almost forgotten that this was not the 21st century!
At the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, under the background of the theory of "martial arts saving the country", martial arts rose from an ordinary skill to the height of "national martial arts". Subsequently, the government's martial arts policy and Shanghai's economic status caused more and more martial arts masters to gather in the "Ten Li Yang Chang".
In the martial arts circle, the strong were respected!
If he wanted to expand the market, he had to use some special methods!
After asking around, Qin Mu came to Shangjiao Sports Palace.
On the open-air basketball court here, famous martial artists brought their disciples to perform almost every day.
In this venue that could accommodate 2,000 people, there was no melodious music or lingering singing. There was only the sound of knives, spears, sticks, and clubs colliding as well as the enthusiastic cheers of the audience!
Later, the sports palace was overcrowded, and everyone gathered in the nearby park.
People crowded everywhere, such as Fuxing Park, Huaihai Park, and Jing 'an Park.
From Taiji Fist to Vajra Palm, from sabers, spears, clubs, axes, axes, hooks, and tridents, there were countless of them!
Qin Mu walked towards the center of the sports palace. There was a martial arts competition happening here. There were many people surrounding him, shouting nonstop.
However, he only took a glance and shook his head helplessly.
Just like those people outside, their martial arts were too ordinary.
To put it simply, they did not have any internal energy at all. They relied solely on brute force and some martial arts techniques.
This was incomparable to him, who had internal strength.
It seemed that it was not as difficult as he had imagined to make a name for himself.
Qin Mu simply exercised his muscles and bones, and planned to go on stage to practice his skills and promote the martial arts club at the same time.
However, someone jumped onto the ring first. It was a foreigner!
"This is Swallowtail Nation's Hercules, Aubiyin?”
"Such a big guy! It's scary!"
"You have to have confidence in our country's martial arts. Watch those masters teach him a lesson!”
For a time, the surrounding people were discussing animatedly.
Aobiyin?
Why did this name sound so familiar?
Qin Mu thought about it carefully, but he still couldn't remember.
Soon, the competition began.
The first to jump onto the arena was the Wang Clan's Little Young Master, Wang Song, who used his most proficient Mantis Fist to fight!
With her nimble posture and extremely fast moves, she had the upper hand from the beginning!
"Good!"
"Beat him!"
The audience below the stage felt their blood boiling.
However, Qin Mu frowned slightly and sighed.
If nothing unexpected happened, Wang Song had already lost.
Although his Mantis Fist had already been passed down from his family, every move of his was able to hit the opponent's vital points.
If it was anyone else, they would definitely win, but he was facing Aobiyin, a muscular foreigner!
In the face of absolute strength, speed was hard to win.
Sure enough, after five short moves, Wang Song was punched in the face by Aubiyin!
With a crack, blood splattered everywhere!
Wang Song immediately fell to the ground powerlessly, unconscious!
At this moment, the audience fell silent.
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