Doomsday Code

Chapter 784 Ancient Martial Arts

Chen Cheng didn't want to stay here for long. After all, he didn't know whether he had been assigned a normal identity in his clothes. Otherwise, when people in the yamen asked him, he would have a hard time answering.

He also had many questions he wanted to ask Ying Ye. After all, in his previous life, ancient martial arts were just the Tai Chi that the old men and women in the park practiced for health preservation, which was similar to radio gymnastics.

I just didn't expect that real ancient martial arts could actually develop the potential of an ordinary person to this extent.

After leaving the underground entertainment city, Ying Ye invited Chen Cheng to get into a Rolls-Royce.

"Senior, this is my car. I wonder if you have anything else to do next. If not, I would like to invite you to visit us on behalf of Eagle Claw Sect."

Ying Ye did not act like the leader of a sect, but instead solemnly invited Chen Cheng in the form of a sect.

Chen Cheng just happened to have nowhere to stay, and after what happened today, his 160 million gambling money would probably be confiscated.

So Chen Cheng nodded and agreed.

"Return to the sect."

Master Ying gave instructions to the driver in front.

Soon the vehicle started moving from the city center to the suburbs, until it stopped in front of a martial arts school on the outskirts of the city.

The plaque on the school gate reads "Eagle Claw Gate Martial Arts School".

"Oh, is this your sect? Isn't this just an ordinary school of literature and martial arts?"

Chen Cheng asked curiously.

When he saw the car driving out of the city, he thought that the Eagle Claw Gate was located in the deep mountains and forests like what was shown on TV.

I didn’t expect it to be a school of both literature and martial arts.

When Mr. Ying heard what Chen Cheng said, he smiled and said:

"Senior, you're joking. In today's world, sects have to recruit disciples to grow. We are now in a society ruled by law. We can't just take someone and send them to the deep mountains and forests just because we have a connection with them. It would be very inconvenient for them to live there.

So now most sects have only two options: open a martial arts school or a civil or military academy."

"Not only will there be more talents to choose from, but the tuition fees can also be used to subsidize the sect's martial arts training expenses."

Chen Cheng nodded after hearing this.

After getting off the car, Yingye took Chen Cheng to his principal's office, which was more like a tea room for entertaining guests than an office.

After asking Chen Cheng to sit down, he was served tea.

Chen Cheng picked up the teacup and took a sip, then said:

"Yes, this year's pre-rain Longjing tea."

When Master Ying heard this, he laughed and said:

"It seems that the senior is also very knowledgeable about tea."

Chen Cheng had no idea what tea was. He just knew it naturally after drinking too much of it as a refreshing drink. But if you asked him to explain what was good about it, he definitely couldn't do it.

Putting down the teacup, Chen Cheng looked at Ying Ye and said:

"I came here to ask you some questions. Don't worry, I will never touch upon the secrets of your sect. Of course, you can choose not to answer."

When Ying Ye heard what Chen Cheng said, his heart skipped a beat. Thinking about how he had attacked a master before, this only meant that he had to answer some questions, which was already the best result.

"Senior, please ask, I will tell you everything I know."

"Well, let me make it clear up front that I'm not a member of the ancient martial arts community, so you must answer my questions in detail. Don't skip over things you think are common sense."

Chen Cheng said this to remind Ying Ye, because his understanding of ancient martial arts was really just from novels and TV dramas.

Although Ying Ye didn't know why Chen Cheng, a master, said that he was not a master of ancient martial arts, he was not stupid enough to ask Chen Cheng.

"First question, what is your ancient martial arts? In my understanding, you should be practicing some kind of internal force or true qi, but when I fought with you just now, I didn't feel any internal force."

Chen Cheng's first question was common sense among ancient martial artists to Ying Ye. Those who asked this kind of question were usually young people who had just come into contact with ancient martial arts.

Master Ying did not hesitate and explained directly:

"In fact, there is no such thing as internal force or true qi in ancient martial arts. That is just used to deceive outsiders. Our ancient martial arts are actually similar to modern fitness, except that we are not pursuing big muscles, but the control of our own strength.

When a person is able to achieve unity of waist and horse, and use all the strength of his body to punch out with one punch, then this person can be said to have mastered Ming Jin in our ancient martial arts.

Being able to combine all the strength into one point and strike out, and after contacting the enemy, the strength will not disperse for a short time, but will go straight to the enemy's internal organs in a straight line, this is the dark power.

What we ancient martial artists pursue is the control and application of our own strength, achieving things that seem impossible to ordinary people."

"In fact, these seemingly impossible things actually have traces. For example, in the news reports, a mother used her explosive strength to lift the car to save her child, which was trapped under the car. This is a brief burst of human strength.

What we strive for is to be able to control this burst and use it when we need it."

Seeing that Chen Cheng was listening with great interest, Mr. Ying continued:

“Of course, our outbursts are not endless, and the duration of this burst of power depends on the breathing length of a warrior. This is why ordinary people think we are practicing internal energy.

Because we are also human beings, and when people exert themselves, they actually hold their breath, and we are no exception.

The duration of a burst of power depends on the length of our breath.

The Ming Jin lasts for one to two minutes at most, while the An Jin can last for five to six minutes.

The length of a breath here is not determined by how long a person holds their breath, because holding their breath for too long will reduce their strength. The length of a breath here is the length of time it takes for the breath to work in conjunction with the burst of strength."

Chen Cheng knew what Yingye said about holding your breath when exerting force. This is because holding your breath when exerting explosive force can increase the pressure in the chest cavity, thereby helping the muscles to exert force more effectively.

It is obvious that Gu Wu is not like the one in novels that does not follow physics. He still follows physics.

After listening to Ying Ye say so much, he didn't hear him mention the word "Grandmaster", so Chen Cheng started to ask him.

When hearing Chen Cheng asking about the master, Ying Ye was slightly surprised, because in his opinion Chen Cheng was a master. How could he, with just his hidden power, show off his sword skills in front of a real master?

"Don't worry about it. Don't forget what I said at the beginning. Treat me as an outsider."

Seeing this, Master Ying could only say:

"Actually, I haven't reached the Grandmaster level yet, so what I know is all passed down orally from my sect and martial arts predecessors."

"What is a Grandmaster? It is someone who has reached the pinnacle of ancient martial arts. When one reaches the Grandmaster level, one can describe it in one sentence.

The cicadas sense the coming of autumn before the wind blows, and their energy and blood seem to fill the universe."

"At this level, one develops a mysterious and special induction, which allows one to sense hostility and attacks within a certain range.

Modern research suggests that martial arts training accelerates blood circulation, boosts brain potential, and allows our dormant pineal gland to develop, allowing us to achieve this seemingly prophetic ability."

"At the same time, this energy and blood is like filling the universe, which also describes the outburst of a master, because at this level, the control of oneself has reached an extremely abnormal level.

I can already control the rhythm of my heartbeat, so I don't need to hold my breath to speed up my blood circulation, my metabolism, and quickly release the energy stored in my body. I can easily hit over a ton with one punch."

"Of course, this burst of energy also has a time limit. A Grandmaster's breath lasts at least a quarter of an hour. The longest recorded Grandmaster's breath was that of Zhang Sanfeng in the late Yuan Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty. He could hold it for over half an hour."

When Chen Cheng heard this, he felt that this grandmaster and the martial artists of Ming Jin and An Jin were two different species.