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"Boom!"

The hard touch coming from the fist did not make Wang Yue give up.

He kept swinging his fists and punched a powerful heavy punch.

However, these attacks fell on Lin Qiu's body like raindrops hitting him, and they had no effect.

More and more sweat appeared on Wang Yue.

Under the transparent mask of the full-coverage helmet, his face also became more and more solemn.

He didn't expect that the gap between himself and Lin Qiu was so large, and he had been attacking continuously for more than five minutes.

But Lin Qiu's body was bruised, and he couldn't even see the red spots.

What does this mean?

This shows that his attack fell on Lin Qiu, and even an ordinary person slapped another ordinary person.

After all, at least there will be blood red on the body.

"Boom!"

After throwing his last heavy punch, Wang Yue stopped the attack.

At this time, he already felt exhausted, but Lin Qiu in front of him had a breezy look.

Isn't Teacher Lin a martial artist but a great martial artist?

"Woohoohoo!"

Shaking his head, the full-coverage protective helmet made Wang Yue feel a little breathless.

He felt his hair drenched and sweat running down the cracks of his helmet into his clothes.

Make him feel as if he is in the sauna at this time.

"Did you finish fighting?"

Lin Qiu looked at his performance and asked.

"It's over, I don't have the strength." Wang Yue shook his head.

"Boom!"

As soon as the words fell, Lin Qiu punched Wang Yue.

The force ignored the protective gear on his body and penetrated and hit the flesh behind him.

"Ugh!"

Wang Yue covered his abdomen and fell down.

Falling in the ring, he clutched his stomach and curled up, it was too painful.

Wang Yue felt as if this punch had pierced his stomach, but his protective gear was not pierced.

Is this the strength of the Great Martial Master?

Wang Yue clenched his teeth, and the muscles in his face twisted into a ball due to pain.

The eight students under the ring widened their eyes when they saw this scene.

They didn't expect that the strongest among them, Wang Yue, was actually so far behind Lin Qiu.

Even if Wang Yue attacked desperately, Lin Qiu could not hurt him in the slightest.

The excitement that appeared before because Wang Yue and the two were promoted to martial artists was completely dissipated in their hearts at this moment.

They truly understand that a martial artist is only the first step in martial arts practice, and if they generate excitement and slack, they will stagnate.

Therefore, they must cultivate hard, only in this way can they climb to the top of the martial arts step by step.

Lin Qiu looked at the determined look in the eyes of the eight students under the ring, and did not expect to get this result.

He originally just wanted to test Wang Yue's strength.

I didn't think it would motivate the students, but it's not a bad thing, so be it.

And Wang Yue, who fell in the ring, gradually slowed down, he stood up with difficulty, and wanted to walk directly off the ring, but Lin Qiu stopped him from doing this.

"Don't get out of the ring, immediately practice the thirteen forms of forging body, and feel the qi in the air."

Hearing Lin Qiu's words, Wang Yue did not have any dissatisfaction, but immediately began to practice the thirteenth style of forging the body.

Zhao Yaqi under the ring was full of anxiety when he saw this, just now Wang Yue was in pain like that, and if he continued to practice the thirteenth style of forging body, how uncomfortable it would be.

But without waiting for her to intercede, Wang Yue in the ring let out a soothed sound.

"Ugh."

This made all the students turn their heads sideways to look at Wang Yue in the ring.

In the ring, Wang Yue, whose eyes were closed, was extremely slow, but he was really practicing the thirteen forms of forging body.

Wang Yue felt it again, and he saw it again, the white particles floating in the air.

Accompanied by his movements with conscious traction.

White particles formed a vortex that continued to pour into his body.

The muscles in Wang Yue's body kept squirming as a result, and he could feel that the deeper things in his body became stronger as a result.

It was a skeleton, and the last time he entered this state, he vaguely noticed it, but it was not as clear as it is now.

Is this a warrior?

From muscles to bones, step by step approaching to a point that is difficult for ordinary people to reach.

Gradually, Wang Yue's movements became faster and faster, and he could feel the speed at which white particles in the air poured into his body faster and faster.

His muscles squirmed faster and faster, and finally it was like a wave.

Looking at Wang Yue's expression of enjoyment behind the transparent mask, the eight students in the audience were full of confusion.

Wang Yue won't be practicing stupidity, didn't he just curl up with his stomach covered in pain?

How come now he has an expression of enjoyment.

Feeling the qi in the air continuously rushing to his side with Wang Yue's movements, Lin Qiu knew that his purpose had been achieved.

Then he jumped off the ring to explain to the students why he had just done so.

"The cultivation method of forging the thirteenth style, in addition to calming down to feel, there is also enough fatigue."

"When your body is exhausted to a certain limit and you feel it calmly."

"It's just that the most important thing is that the more tired you are, the more scarce your body is, the faster the qi in the air pours into your body, and the more qi your body can hold."

"Oh."

The eight students under the ring suddenly realized that the cultivation principle of the thirteenth style of forging body turned out to be like this.

Shi Hua touched his chin and began to think.

He began to reflect on the reason why he was able to break through before everyone else, was it because he was more tired than the others?

Or did he calm down faster than the others?

But at this moment, a student spoke and interrupted his train of thought.

"Teacher Lin, otherwise you will beat me too, so maybe I can also cultivate faster and enter the same state as Wang Yue to break through to become a martial artist."

Saying that, he pointed to Wang Yue, who was still practicing the thirteenth style of forging body with his eyes closed in the ring.

"Yes, yes, Teacher Lin, otherwise you will beat me up, I also want to become a martial artist like Wang Yue."

Zhao Yaqi also spoke.

"You don't necessarily have to be beaten, as long as you practice the thirteen styles of body forging more, your body is tired enough."

Seeing that the situation was a little uncontrollable, Lin Qiu hurriedly said.

"Coupled with the fact that you have adapted to and thoroughly memorized the process of forging the thirteenth style, you will be able to achieve the same effect as Wang Yue."

He couldn't really beat every student, and it wasn't a good idea.

"Okay, Teacher Lin!"

Zhao Yaqi immediately responded, and immediately began the practice of forging the thirteen styles under the ring.

Lin Qiu was watching from the sidelines.

Zhao Yaqi's practice can also be called hard, almost indistinguishable from Wang Yue.

Although her talent is not very good, she has the same tenacity as Wang Yue in her bones.