In the darkness, lines of small words in ice crystals emerged:

"The secret realm has an independent time flow rate."

"When entering for the first time, you must consume your strength."

"I have provided all your soul power, wish power, and half of your merits to the secret realm."

"Current remaining soul power: 2/35;"

"Remaining willingness: 0;"

"Remaining merit 28."

All the small words flashed away.

All the darkness quickly gathered together and turned into a striking line, disappearing from Wu Xiaode's eyes.

The world appears.

Wu Xiaode found himself standing at the door of a martial arts gym.

There are two lines of words written on the red lacquer door of the martial arts hall:

"The first level, the first entry."

"You have chosen boxing as your main fighting method, but you have never received orthodox boxing training, so you need to learn it from scratch."

As soon as Wu Xiaode finished reading, these two lines of words disappeared.

The door opens.

A strong man came out and waved to Wu Xiaode.

"Master said someone is coming outside, is it you?"

"……yes."

"Come in with me."

The strong man took Wu Xiaode into the martial arts hall and all the way to the martial arts hall.

I saw a middle-aged man with a long beard standing on the ring and said to the strong man:

"You go down."

"Yes, Master." The strong man retreated.

"You, come up." The middle-aged man said.

Wu Xiaode walked onto the ring as instructed.

"Don't be nervous, this is our time and space, and you were temporarily switched from the other side of time and space through the secret realm method - from now on, I will teach you the basic boxing skills." The middle-aged man said.

"Thank you, Your Excellency. I am practicing martial arts with you today. I don't know what to call you yet?" Wu Xiaode said, cupping his fists.

He could feel the soul power fluctuations on the other party's body.

The strength of his soul power is not even as good as his own.

but----

Some things cannot just be based on soul power.

The other person has something in him that he does not have, and it is what he has always longed for.

Boxing inheritance!

finally.

I can officially learn boxing by myself.

——This is my childhood dream.

"No need to ask, there are thousands of people like me in the world. I teach you boxing skills for no other reason than that you can treat thousands of other people like me in the future." The middle-aged man said.

Wu Xiaode felt admiration in his heart, clasped his fists again and said: "Yes."

The middle-aged man took a few steps and asked, "How long have you been practicing boxing?"

"Three - no, four days." Wu Xiaode said.

The middle-aged man was a little surprised.

Wu Xiaode added: "I suddenly learned the boxing technique after meeting Ling's teachings. I have been doing more actual combat these days."

The middle-aged man nodded and said:

"Since there is a spiritual teaching, there will be no problem with the moves, but it is still just a castle in the air."

"Please give me your advice," Wu Xiaode said.

"All boxing skills start with practice - if the foundation is not laid firmly, no matter how magnificent the castle in the air is, it will still collapse one day."

The middle-aged man pointed to the human-shaped training target on the side and said: "From now on, you have to practice straight punches here. You are not allowed to use any soul power until you hit a billion punches."

Wu Xiaode said: "Yes, but my time -"

"Don't think about time. The power of the secret realm is with you. When you go back, it will only be a few breaths ago." The middle-aged man said.

A line of small words in ice crystal appeared on the Book of the Dead at the same time:

"Don't worry about the passage of time."

Wu Xiaode has nothing to worry about now.

He walked to the human-shaped training target, recalled the technique of straight punching, and stretched out his hand to punch.

Boom.

The humanoid training target made a loud noise.

"With your physical condition, you can eat once every two days, rest once every seven days, and sleep once every twelve days." The middle-aged man said.

"Yes." Wu Xiaode said.

he continues

Punch.

The middle-aged man watched for a while and then said: "Don't punch too fast, don't be in a hurry, and feel every punch carefully."

"yes."

Wu Xiaode stood in front of the human-shaped training target, slowed down and kept hitting.

Middle-aged men would come to give him advice from time to time.

The sun rises and the moon sets, and the four seasons change.

Year by year.

No matter it was a violent storm or heavy snowfall, Wu Xiaode always stood in front of the target and kept punching.

He struck one punch after another until the end, gradually forgetting everything around him.

Time keeps moving forward.

Fifteenth year.

The middle-aged man appeared again, looked at it for a while, and said:

"The speed of punching can be accelerated now."

"yes."

Wu Xiaode said.

Another ten years passed.

"Punch slower, slower than at the beginning."

"yes."

Three more years.

One day, Wu Xiaode was still boxing.

"stop."

The middle-aged man finally said.

Wu Xiaode stopped as he was told.

"One billion punches are full." The middle-aged man said with a smile.

"Please continue to teach me the next boxing technique." Wu Xiaode said.

"Do you know why I want you to punch a billion punches?" the middle-aged man asked.

"I don't know." Wu Xiaode said.

"In boxing, there is the simplest truth - when the amount of practice you practice reaches a certain level, your boxing will naturally be different. This is what everyone knows that 'quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes,'" middle-aged

The man said.
To be continued...