Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 275 - 171: The Little Fox Secretly Learns Boxing, The Old Professor Lectures on Bajiquan (Part 2)

Now it wants to learn Military Boxing, but even though the moves are simple, it probably won't understand immediately.

...

In the blink of an eye, it was already mid-morning.

The students, under the fiercer and hotter sun, were still practicing "Bow Stance Punch."

They had got the basic form, but it still wasn't quite standard, and the coach often scolded them.

Bai Mo and Master Chong laughed and talked as they stood up.

Bai Mo went to find his apprentice who was practicing diligently.

"Let's go, time to eat!

"If we go late, there'll be too many people, and we'll have to queue."

Star Belly eased out of his stance, nodded happily, jumped onto his master's shoulder, and went to the cafeteria with him.

"Ying ying ying!"

"Aoo aoo aoo!"

He was very happy; he had already learned the Bow Stance Punch!

He learned this trick without spending any money!

The sneaky learning paid off!

Even though he's a Martial Dao dunce, he studied seriously all morning and figured it out completely. When he returns to Fox Mountain, he can teach this move to his fellow apprentices.

They were about to leave, and Star Belly was smugly enjoying himself, but saw in the distance the class that was still training, where the coach was freaking out, yelling loudly at the students, his face turning red!

"Look at how dumb you all look!

"Punching like my grandma!

"I feel suffocated watching you punch!"

He pointed at Star Belly on Bai Mo's shoulder.

"You're worse than watching that little fat fox dance!"

Bai Mo's mouth twitched.

This... dancing?

Star Belly frowned, questioning his fox life.

"Aoo?"

He clearly learned boxing step by step, how did it turn into dancing?

Beside him, Master Chong and Huang Peng continued laughing, showing no reaction.

They didn't think Star Belly was actually practicing boxing.

After all, Star Belly was too fat, his claws too short, his movements too strange, nothing like people's Military Boxing. They thought Star Belly swinging his claws around was just dancing.

...

Corner of the cafeteria.

Bai Mo held Star Belly and sat with Master Chong and others, eating and chatting.

"...Sigh, today I didn't go buy the lamb chops.

"They only roast two pieces a day, if I buy them, the other students can't eat and will scold me.

"Hehe."

Master Chong pointed to the table full of roast chicken, roast duck, ribs, fried fish, and other hearty dishes.

"Today I directly ordered from the cafeteria kitchen.

"Everyone eat together."

Bai Mo took a big chicken leg from the table and handed it to his apprentice.

Star Belly was hurt in pride; he needed to eat more to ease the pain in his heart!

"Eat up."

Actually, it's not Star Belly's fault... First, practicing martial arts requires daily accumulation. Secondly, Star Belly's talent is fragmented, even compared to ordinary people, he's a bit lacking.

It's normal not to do well!

If he could do well, it would actually be a bit strange.

Star Belly accepted the chicken leg, took a big bite, and chewed with puffed cheeks... Mmm, this chicken leg is so delicious!

But he was still very upset.

After working hard practicing all morning, he was called dancing?

Why?

He looked up at his master, "Ying ying ying, aoo aoo aoo!"

Bai Mo understood his apprentice, knew that he wanted to learn again in the afternoon.

Bai Mo knew his apprentice, understood that even if he studied another afternoon, it would still be useless.

But he still nodded and patted Star Belly's head.

"No problem, we'll go again in the afternoon!"

After the meal, they left the dining hall together, heading to the rest room provided by West State University for a short nap.

By this time, the students' military training had ended, and those with great stamina who ran fast had already gotten their meals and sat down to eat.

Passing a dining table, they heard some students complaining.

"Today I don't know who the hell again rounded up all the chicken, duck, fish, and meat at the deli window!

"So I can't even eat roast duck rice!"

Bai Mo, Huang Peng, and others instinctively looked at Master Chong, who quickly shook his head.

"No! It wasn't me!

"I ordered that extra from the back kitchen.

"This... this..."

He wore large sunglasses, looking a bit flustered, glancing around, and suddenly fixed his gaze on something!

"It's Xue Yong! Did he buy out all the roasted chicken, duck, and fish from the deli counter?"

Bai Mo and the others turned their heads and indeed saw Xue Yong sitting in the corner, guarding a table full of cooked meat, gnawing on a roast chicken with gusto.

In front of him, there were already quite a few bones and many stacked plates. It seemed like he had already eaten through several roast chickens.

Master Chong, Huang Peng, and others were not on good terms with Xue Yong, so after a few glances, they turned and left.

Bai Mo also left with them, but he felt strange inside... Xue Yong is closely connected to the Ancient Immortal; could there be a plot behind this sudden binge?

Bai Mo extended his Divine Sense, like invisible tentacles, spanning dozens of meters to reach Xue Yong's body! He examined him from top to bottom, inside and out!

He found that on his abdominal muscles, there seemed to be many bizarre small puncture wounds, extending deep into the abdominal muscles and even into the abdominal cavity.

What kind of wounds are these?

Bai Mo had never seen them before and couldn't make a judgment.

But he could confirm that the wounds were slowly healing and would likely be fully recovered by the afternoon.

He also noticed this guy's robust muscles and the rolling Blood Qi.

And his stomach, filled to the brim... moving quickly, grinding food, helping the entire digestive system to absorb nutrients with high intensity!

The energy contained in the food even defied biological logic, directly transforming into Blood Qi, stored in his body.

Bai Mo roughly understood... Could it be that Xue Yong is cultivating some Secret Technique of Immortal Martial for digestion?

His face remained expressionless as he followed Master Chong and others out of the dining hall door.

...

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

Bai Mo, hands in his pockets, walked under the shade of the trees toward the sports field.

He had already completed the task of inspecting the dormitory, and as he walked, he spoke to the Star Belly on his shoulder.

"Take your time, learn slowly.

"Martial Dao is not easy; it's an art that requires years of constant honing.

"You can first memorize the movements and practice slowly when you go back to Fox Mountain."

Star Belly nodded solemnly.

The master and apprentice turned a corner and entered within the sports field's walls, suddenly feeling that something was off... This afternoon, students didn't seem to be practicing Military Boxing?

They saw students in neat lines, class by class, forming large formations on the field, surrounding a temporarily built stage.

And on the stage, a thousand students watched like stars encircling the moon—is an elderly man in loose training clothes speaking fluently into a microphone.

"... My name is Wang Yanshi, and I am a physical education teacher at West State University and a scholar researching traditional Martial Arts boxing methods..."

Bai Mo, with Star Belly, approached and heard a student whisper quietly.

"Isn't traditional martial arts all frauds? What can he research? The Five Sequential Whip?"

But the elderly man on the stage, holding the microphone, spoke loudly.

"... I have also been on the Olympic Sanda team, serving as the head coach of the national team..."

As soon as he said that, the murmuring students instantly fell silent.

"... My current research topic is the modernization of Ancient Martial boxing methods.

"Starting from General Qi Jiguang's 'Boxing Scripture,' verifying historical existence of Tai Chi, Baji Fist, wrestling, cannon fist, Fanzi Quan, and various other boxing types, researching technical essentials and evolution paths.

"Then combining with disciplines like nutrition, physics, ergonomics, modern combat studies, researching the training methods and combat techniques of traditional Martial Arts, weeding out the dross and selecting the essential..."

The students were already inclined to believe.

"This old professor seems to have some real stuff?"

"No wonder West State University! They even have such faculty?"

"Probably what he's teaching is beyond our grasp to learn, but it's good to broaden our horizons."

There were also some school teachers and a few members of the Immortal Technique Committee among the onlookers. Bai Mo went into the group of Immortal Technique Committee members and looked towards the stage.

He saw the old professor with gray hair, loose skin on his face with wrinkles and age spots, not young anymore. But his back was straight, broad shoulders and back, robust build, his muscles even stretching the loose Martial Clothing, seeming like one who practiced martial arts, not a fraud!

Star Belly on Bai Mo's shoulder looked around at the crowd, then at the stage, and opened its mouth.

"Oh?"

What about Military Boxing?

Are they not teaching it anymore?

Then how can it learn?

Suddenly, it heard the elderly man on stage, speaking loudly into the microphone.

"... Today, we're not talking about the imaginary. Let's take this opportunity to teach you a set of boxing techniques worth a fortune.

"Surely you've heard this line in movies.

"Literary Tai Chi brings peace to the world, Martial Baji secures the universe.

"Today, we'll teach this boxing technique worth a fortune.

"Baji Fist!"

Star Belly perked up its ears, its eyes suddenly lighting up, looking at the old professor on stage!

Worth a fortune?

Very valuable?

And it can secure the universe?

Very powerful?

This can be learned!