Chapter 7, Seven Poses

I cast a furtive glance at the empty underground hall; the instructor was already gone, and the others were desperately punching and kicking the walls.

I muttered a few words to myself, and after my strength had mostly recovered, I walked towards my wall again. Although I did not believe that these seven ordinary postures held any special significance, I could not help but try them out when I stood in front of the wall: left jab, right jab, left elbow strike, right elbow strike, front kick, side kick, and spinning kick. Although I did not believe that these seven ordinary postures held any special significance, I could not help but try them out when I stood in front of the wall: left jab, right jab, left elbow strike, right elbow strike, front kick, side kick, and spinning kick

Unfortunately, just as the health of the wall in front of me finally dropped below 9,000, the instructor's voice calling for dinner also rang out

The middle-aged man gave me a deep glance, offered no explanation, and simply stood up to demonstrate a few gestures

During my time at school, sports were always the best. Running, high jump, long jump, basketball, and soccer—there was no sport I was inferior in. Fighting was particularly my strong suit, and the nickname I earned as the leader of the underground groups from five nearby middle schools was not given without reason

If this continues, it will not work out. Even if I endure today, I will not survive tomorrow. Sooner or later, I will die here, and there will be no opportunity to avenge my parents

My thoughts are very simple: as long as there is progress, one will eventually be able to complete such arduous training.

This time was much better than before; I only used a little over 30 punches to reduce the wall's health points to `` 9998 ''

Certainly, he is not the strongest; the strongest one is a middle-aged man of average build, whose appearance is unremarkable and has yellow skin. The health points of the wall in front of him have already dropped to over 6,700. Every punch and kick from this middle-aged man carries an indescribable ferocity that makes one feel a chill down their spine. Among these devilish individuals, I might be the weakest one

If this continues, before we can even deplete the health of this wall, we will be exhausted to death.

I soon realized that these seven attack stances were indeed much more effective than haphazard strikes. As my proficiency improved, after a few hours, I was able to reduce my opponent's health by a small amount with nearly every ten attacks.

During the third break, the medium-built, unremarkable-looking middle-aged man with yellow skin stopped his punches and kicks, quietly approached me, and whispered, "Are you the person Xu Fu mentioned?"

Before a brawny man as strong as a polar bear, the wall's health points had already dropped to 8,000, having been reduced by over 1,000 points, showcasing his terrifying strength.

I have always had a natural talent for fighting. After becoming familiar with these seven stances, I was able to independently combine them into a series of attacks.

I secretly thought: "Perhaps Xu had instructed this middle-aged man, which is why he came to help me? But what use can these seven postures, so simple that even a three-year-old child can understand, possibly have? Teaching a few moves of military boxing would be more effective than this."

I was slightly taken aback and discreetly retrieved the golden burial shroud.

The middle-aged man said in a low voice: "I will teach you seven postures. These seven postures are the most effective methods of unleashing human potential, as verified by modern kinesiology. If you follow my instructions and put in enough effort, you will be able to have lunch in a month!"

I left the place I occupied and found a secluded corner near a person whose neck had been brutally broken. I placed my palm on the ground, allowing the golden shroud to slowly extend from the floor and the books.

The golden shroud crept closer to the corpse, sprouting countless tiny flesh buds that began to devour the blood and flesh. With each morsel of blood and flesh it consumed, my already exhausted strength was restored by a fraction, and the wounds on my body began to heal slowly.

Go to hell

A sense of anxiety and despair suddenly welled up within me, but then my eyes brightened as I saw those who had just been killed or severely injured. The bodies of the dead were left unattended, still lying on the ground, gradually growing cold, with the bloodstains already dried. The severely injured were merely waiting to take their last breath, with no one considering providing them with treatment

A month? Are we really going to have this kind of training every day? I will starve to death before lunch!

The first to finish was the middle-aged man who taught me seven postures. The second to the fifth were a group of foreigners who looked more like beasts than humans, one of whom was a robust Black man. With my limited knowledge of anthropology, I could not distinguish whether these individuals were Americans, Brits, French, Russians, or Italians; to me, all white people look the same, and all Black people look the same as well. Therefore, the ranking among them held no significance for me. What mattered more to me was the upcoming lunch.

I was getting excited while playing table tennis, and some people have already completed this training project.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but I actually found that this piece of gold burial cloth has grown a bit longer

Before I could even ask him how he knew Xu Fu, this middle-aged man suddenly reached out and pressed down, causing the hard concrete floor to immediately crack with a web-like pattern. I had never imagined that I would encounter the legendary 'martial arts master' in this dark training camp. Just this one move of his would be enough to astonish the world, yet this middle-aged man seemed completely unfazed, merely fixing me with a piercing gaze.

I struck the hard wall nearly fifty times, and only then did the Arabic numeral "10000" reluctantly drop by one digit, becoming "9999". My fists had swollen to the point where I could no longer feel pain, and I even suspected that all ten of my finger bones had shattered. The blood dripped steadily onto the equally hard rocky ground, leaving me feeling utterly exhausted

This score is still quite poor. According to my progress, it is impossible to break through the health points of this wall before noon on https://mhetushu.com, but at least there has been some improvement

The hands that had lost sensation suddenly began to ache, a sign that the injuries were starting to heal. Immediately afterward, I heard a faint crackling sound of bones restructuring emanating from my hands. Remarkably, the hands, which had been so damaged that no healthy flesh could be seen, began to regenerate flesh.

After about half an hour, my strength had completely recovered, and the injuries on my body were almost as good as new. The corpse, however, appeared as if it had been dead for half a year, making it unpleasant to look at even for a moment longer. I quietly retracted the golden shroud, which I still felt somewhat reluctant to part with, and stood once again in front of the wall that belonged to me.

I never imagined that one day I would discover how utterly weak I am. Among this group of terrifying killing machines, I am like a frail lamb.

These postures are quite simple, easily remembered at a glance, yet I do not believe that these seven seemingly ordinary postures hold any profound significance. After performing these postures, the middle-aged man left without saying a word, leaving me uncertain about his true intentions

The presence of this middle-aged man completely dominated the scene, so I could only nod blankly.