Chapter 772 - 541: Star Deity!
Fifty years in the blink of an eye!
In the southern part of Qingnan City, in a secluded courtyard, the walls were covered with deep green vines, rustling leaves in the breeze.
In the open space of the courtyard.
A young man walked up to the testing machine, paused in his steps, lowered his stance, spreading his legs shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent, his center of gravity firmly grounded. His energy and blood surged slightly, exuding explosive power.
He took a deep breath, his chest slowly expanding, drawing in all the surrounding air into his body, then suddenly exerted force through his waist and abdomen. A low shout burst from his throat, carrying the sound of breaking through the air, slamming fiercely onto the target.
"Boom—"
The test target trembled violently, the numbers on the screen flickering rapidly, soaring from dozens, finally fixing on a clear number.
The disciples practicing nearby all stopped their actions, their gazes uniformly turning to the testing machine, eyes filled with envy and admiration.
"One hundred and seven cals!"
"Breaking a hundred cals! A formal Martial Artist!"
On one side of the crowd, the former youth Jiang Ming had matured into a steady middle-aged man.
He was dressed in white Martial Artist attire, standing with grace, with his hands behind his back.
Time had left faint marks on his face, but it only added to his calm demeanor and grace.
Jiang Ming nodded slightly, without much expression on his face, only a hint of approval in his eyes, his voice deep and powerful, clearly reaching the young man’s ears:
"Zhang Fan, the power of your punch should be steady, not aggressive or impatient, with a consistently stable center of gravity..."
"You exerted too much force just now. If you encounter a real opponent, this slight flaw could be a fatal hidden danger."
Zhang Fan quickly nodded: "I will remember the teacher’s teachings."
Jiang Ming nodded slightly, his tone relaxing a bit, with an air of expectation, he kindly said:
"Your talent is decent, and you are diligent enough. Do not become complacent because of this small achievement."
"The path of a Martial Artist is long and difficult. Strengthen your muscles and bones, cultivate your mind and willpower from within. Only by settling your mind and grinding yourself day after day can you go further and steadier."
"Not just Zhang Fan, everyone should remember this!"
All the disciples spoke in unison:
"We understand, Master!"
The disciples looked at Jiang Ming with eyes full of admiration and respect.
The cultivation of Martial Arts, breaking a hundred in energy and blood, is only the threshold of becoming a Martial Artist. Above that are Martial Masters, Martial Arts Masters, and Martial Arts Grandmasters.
And Jiang Ming was recognized by the federation as a Martial Arts Master, with unfathomable strength.
Even several Martial Arts Universities in the provincial capital had sent people multiple times, offering a substantial fee to invite him to teach and lecture.
Despite his stature, he gave up the prosperity of the provincial capital and returned to this small place, founding the Jiang Martial Arts Hall, focusing on nurturing young martial artists.
In the hearts of this small city’s martial artists, Jiang Ming was like a Stabilizing Needle!
Even local council members often personally visited the martial arts hall to seek his martial arts insights or request guidance for their children.
Jiang Ming nodded lightly, just about to guide another disciple with incorrect boxing posture when the communicator in his pocket suddenly vibrated.
He raised his hand to take out the communicator, and upon seeing the name on the screen, his originally calm expression changed instantly.
He quickly answered the call, with a respectful tone:
"Master Chen!"
"Good, good..."
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Ming turned around, his gaze sweeping over the disciples in the courtyard, finally settling on two tall and steady young men.
These were the two disciples he valued the most, with outstanding talent, diligent and hardworking, preparing to take the Mecha Academy’s assessment in the second half of the year.
He beckoned them over, with a solemn tone:
"You two, come with me."
The two felt a thrill in their hearts, quickly stopping their actions, and hurriedly moved to Jiang Ming’s side:
"Yes."
...
Before long, Jiang Ming led the two disciples out of the martial arts hall’s gate, standing quietly on the stairs in front, looking towards the distant street.
One of the disciples couldn’t help but lower his voice, curiously asking:
"Master? Who are we waiting for?"
Jiang Ming turned his head, glanced at him, his tone serious, with a hint of subtle pride, he slowly said:
"We are waiting for my mentor, Professor Chen Sheng from the First Mecha Academy."
He paused, his gaze landing on the two disciples, particularly noting:
"My mentor holds the recommendation authority for the Mecha Academy assessments."
"Wait a moment, present yourselves well. If you can catch his eye, your future will be boundless."
Upon hearing this, the two disciples’ eyes instantly flashed with joy and excitement, nodding repeatedly in response:
"Thank you, Master. We will definitely present ourselves well!"
Not long after, from the end of the distant street, came a neat and deep sound of engines.
Everyone looked up to see a convoy of black military off-road vehicles slowly approaching, with tough body lines and an entirely black coating.
The car windows were covered with a dark heat-insulating film, making it impossible to see the figures inside. The body was emblazoned with a faint federal emblem, exuding an air of authority and solemnity.
The convoy slowly stopped, coming to a halt right in front of the Jiang Martial Arts Hall, the engine noise then ceased, and the surrounding area instantly fell into silence.
The car door opened.
A figure dressed in a black Zhongshan suit slowly stepped down, tall and upright, with meticulously combed hair, eyebrows revealing an air of long-held authority.
Jiang Ming quickly went up to greet him:
"Master Chen, you had a tiring journey. You still carry your charm!"
Chen Sheng glanced at Jiang Ming, with a gentle smile:
"You are not bad either. You haven’t abandoned Martial Arts, your energy and blood are more and more stable, indeed you’ve put in the hard work."