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Mo Ming had been learning Wudang Kung Fu from He Yunsong for over a month. With his natural talent for combat, he had made some progress, but it would take time to reach mastery. However, Mo Ming was not in a hurry; one cannot become proficient overnight, especially with the essence of martial arts in our country, which requires gradual digestion.
Nowadays, Mo Ming practiced the sets of Wudang Kung Fu taught by He Yunsong almost every day. Nevertheless, he did not neglect Murong Lian and the other two women, often accompanying them on outings. Sometimes, Murong Lian and the others would watch him practice.
"Boss, I've taught you all I can. Whether you can reach master-level proficiency now depends on you," He Yunsong said earnestly while patting Mo Ming's shoulder.
Mo Ming nodded gratefully and said, "Ah Yun, thank you so much for teaching me Wudang Kung Fu for over a month. Once I master these last few moves and solidify my skills for a few more days, I can challenge Yong Ge. Hey, Ah Yun, why don't you have a sparring match with me? It would be beneficial for your progress..."
After teaching Mo Ming the last few moves of Xingyi Quan today, He Yunsong had basically passed on everything he knew. Over the past month, Mo Ming could tell that He Yunsong's skills were not weak; he must have at least reached the level of an intermediate master. However, despite Mo Ming's repeated requests for a sparring match, He Yunsong had declined every time.
"No need. With your current strength, I wouldn't dare to spar with you easily. Wudang Kung Fu is what I taught you; I’m half your master now. If you beat me up like a pig's head, how am I supposed to show my face in public?" He Yunsong immediately shook his head in refusal.
He didn't want to become the second Silver Wolf. His keen insight allowed him to see that Mo Ming had strong comprehension skills and was not weak in strength either. If they were to fight, he couldn't confidently say he would win.
"Alright then. Actually, you should work on improving your own strength too. The position of leader of the Little Green Society is not easy to hold; many people covet it. If you're not capable enough, it could be very dangerous—just like Zhuge Sheng is a good example!" Mo Ming understood that He Yunsong didn't want to be humiliated and didn't push him to spar, giving him a gentle reminder instead.
Zhuge Sheng was indeed a cunning old fox; however, his lack of strength led to Luo Long being able to eliminate him without anyone noticing. Mo Ming's words were not harsh but served as a wake-up call for He Yunsong.
"Boss, I understand what you're saying. I haven't slacked off either; every day before coming out, I set aside two hours for training. Although I'm not as skilled as you, I can handle three or four dozen small-time thugs without much trouble," He Yunsong said truthfully. Given his martial arts foundation, even Silver Wolf might not be able to defeat him; naturally, three or four dozen small-time thugs wouldn't pose a threat.
Hearing this from He Yunsong reassured Mo Ming. However, when he saw Qi Miao approaching with a playful grin on his face, he couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. For over a month now, Qi Miao had been buzzing around like a mosquito, nearly driving Mo Ming to the point of wanting to give him a good beating.
"Hey hey! Yun Song! Master!" Qi Miao greeted politely. He Yunsong nodded in response.
Mo Ming rolled his eyes at him and asked, "Kid, you're quite clingy. How long does it take to walk from your house to this gym?"
"About an hour? I usually take the bus here. Master, are you planning to buy me a car?" Qi Miao speculated excitedly while rubbing his hands together.
"I'm planning to make you run here every day from home. I'll only give you forty minutes; if you can't make it within that time frame, I'll punch you in the face each time. Got it? No tricks! If I find out you're cheating, I won't teach you anything," Mo Ming said with a fierce grin. So you want to learn from me? Let's start with your physical fitness!
This wasn't just Mo Ming being difficult on a whim; after careful consideration over the past month, he believed that improving Qi Miao's physical fitness first would be beneficial before teaching him anything else. If someone's physical fitness was poor, they would struggle with everything else despite their good intentions.
Upon hearing Mo Ming's words, Qi Miao let out a disappointed sigh and said, "Master, isn't this just deliberately making things difficult? Forty minutes? Are you asking me to run non-stop?"
He Yunsong slapped Qi Miao on the head and said, "Do you still want to learn? Just do what the boss tells you; it won't harm you at all. Without good physical fitness, even if you have great skills, you'll still get beaten up by a crowd!"
"The reasoning is not wrong, but my physical fitness is actually quite good..."
Qi Miao was reluctant to run such a long distance every day. Just as he was about to argue, Mo Ming looked at him coldly and said, "This is my requirement. If you can't meet it, then you might as well leave. This is just the beginning; it will get even harder from here. If you can't even do this, you should just go back to your city life."
"Alright, since you say so, Master, I will run over every day!" Qi Miao gritted his teeth and replied. He understood Mo Ming's intentions, but laziness was one of his shortcomings, and he wouldn't change overnight. However, thinking about the possibility of learning such impressive skills from Mo Ming motivated him to agree.
"That's more like it. Once I think your physical fitness is sufficient, I'll teach you other things. Now, I need to train myself, so I won't chat with you any longer." Mo Ming nodded in satisfaction and then moved aside to practice the Xingyi Quan that He Yunsong had just taught him.
Watching Mo Ming seriously repeating a single move, Qi Miao muttered, "What is Master doing? It's just a simple move; can't he just practice it casually? Why does he keep repeating the same action?"
"You don't understand anything! The boss repeats a move to perfect his technique. At the same time, he can comprehend some principles from it. No wonder your skills aren't improving at all!" He Yunsong scolded him and then focused on Mo Ming again, saying, "The boss is truly abnormal; it's as if he was born for combat. In less than a month of learning, he has reached this level. There are probably very few people in the world who can achieve that."
"Uh, hearing Yun Song say that reminds me that my grandfather practiced like this almost every day. Could it be that this kind of training really leads to heavenly strength?" Qi Miao still couldn't understand how this method could improve his skills. However, his grandfather was similar to Mo Ming; every day he either repeated a single move or meditated.
He Yunsong kicked Qi Miao in the rear and said, "Stop standing around! Have you completed what I asked you to do? Don't forget you're also part of the Little Green Society. How's it going with winning over those old fellows' confidants?"
"Those guys are all sharp and very cautious. But no worries; just give me some more time, and I guarantee they'll be completely convinced by me." Qi Miao scratched his head vigorously and seeing He Yunsong's displeased expression, he quickly nodded and said, "I'll take care of it right away!"
With that, Qi Miao ran off.
"This kid has potential; it's a pity not to hone him properly." He Yunsong watched Qi Miao's figure disappear and muttered to himself before finding a spot to sit down and watch Mo Ming train.
...
After that day, Qi Miao indeed ran from home to the gym every day, taking about thirty-five minutes each time. He always ended up drenched in sweat and panting heavily, but he persevered.
Mo Ming gradually solidified his Wudang skills from He Yunsong and occasionally taught Qi Miao a move or two. However, Qi Miao's talent was indeed lacking; it took him a whole week to learn a single move. No wonder Qi Miao's grandfather was unwilling to teach him martial arts.
But for Qi Miao, who struggled with talent yet was willing to work hard at learning, Mo Ming couldn't guarantee that he would reach the level of the Red Ghost gang but believed he wouldn't be too far off. After all, Mo Ming's techniques didn't rely on specific moves or routines; they were much easier to learn compared to the more profound Chinese Kung Fu.
After about a month of solidifying his training through repetition, Mo Ming decided it was time to challenge Wu Yong for a sparring match because even if his skills weren't perfect yet, it would be difficult to know without testing them out.
"Ha ha, Mo Ming, Yun Song told me about this a long time ago. I've been waiting for you for many days. Today, are you planning to spar with me?" Wu Yong said with a half-smile as he looked at Mo Ming.
Hearing from He Yunsong that Mo Ming wanted to challenge him, Wu Yong had been so excited these past few days that he could hardly sleep. Fighting was his favorite pastime, and when he heard that a master like Mo Ming wanted to spar with him, how could he not be thrilled as a Frenzied Warrior?
"Well, I think I've practiced enough. If I don't find someone to spar with, I won't know my true level. Brother Yong, let's use Wudang techniques for this match. If anyone uses techniques other than Wudang, they lose," Mo Ming said with a charming smile.
"Alright! If we don't stick to Wudang techniques, then I really wouldn't be your match!" Wu Yong nodded happily. After watching the duel between Mo Ming and Evil Eye, he realized that his current strength was not a match for Mo Ming. However, since Mo Ming proposed to use Wudang techniques, he felt he had a chance.
Seeing that Wu Yong agreed, Mo Ming wasted no time. He moved swiftly and executed the Wudang Sect's Lightness Skill, Cloud Ladder. This so-called Lightness Skill was not about running on rooftops or gliding over water but rather about making one's movements light and using varied footwork to confuse the opponent.
"This Cloud Ladder is used quite well; your footwork is indeed varied. No wonder He Yunsong said you have good comprehension skills. It seems you are truly a natural-born combat genius!"
Wu Yong's eyes were sharp; he recognized that Mo Ming was using Cloud Ladder just from his footwork. Since they agreed to use Wudang techniques for the duel, Wu Yong also employed Cloud Ladder and began to spar with Mo Ming.
Seeing Wu Yong execute Cloud Ladder so skillfully filled Mo Ming with an indescribable excitement. When faced with the first three moves of Wu Yong's Xingyi Quan, Mo Ming effortlessly countered them using Tai Chi's principle of yielding to overcome force. At the same time, he struck out with a palm technique resembling Gossip; the movement was fluid and seamless, leaving no room for hesitation. Wu Yong couldn't help but be surprised.
"It seems you've incorporated some of your own combat techniques into Wudang skills. Not bad at all, Mo Ming! That series of moves just now was perfectly coordinated; I almost got caught off guard," Wu Yong said as he swiftly dodged Mo Ming's Bagua Palm and stepped back a few paces before stopping and nodding in praise at Mo Ming.
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