Chapter 2 The Start of the Day

The next day, a little after three in the morning, An Qisheng woke up on time. After washing up, he left the hotel.

An Qisheng woke up very early. At three or four in the morning, the stars had not yet faded from the night sky above Xuanjing, but they couldn't compare to the bright lights of the steel jungle.

He left the hotel without hurrying to Xuanjing University. Instead, he found a small park nearby and began his morning practice.

A day of practicing martial arts yielded little, but the foundation for any rapid progress came from this accumulation.

The park was naturally empty at dawn. An Qisheng cycled through various boxing stances among the lakeside woods, neither hurried nor slow, summarizing his gains and losses.

Only after hearing voices several hours later did he slowly conclude his practice and unhurriedly head to Xuanjing University.

As one of the top universities in Da Xuan, Xuanjing University had a long history, produced many famous people, and was considered one of the universities with the strongest academic atmosphere in Da Xuan.

The various books and materials in the library were naturally abundant and comprehensive, attracting all kinds of academic researchers.

That was why An Qisheng chose it as his first stop.

Speaking of which, he was technically a student of Xuanjing University, but he had been on leave for two years. He couldn't be bothered to go through the enrollment procedures again, so it was more convenient to simply get a visiting scholar card.

After all, he wasn't really there to study.

The library wasn't open yet, but there were already quite a few students outside in the open space, reading aloud.

When the librarian finally arrived, he took out his ID card, got a visiting scholar card from the middle-aged librarian, and walked into the library.

The Xuanjing University Library was very large, covering an area of nearly 100,000 square meters, with dozens of branches and thousands of seats.

The Xuanjing University Library was open to the public anyway, and it wasn't uncommon to see students from other schools. An Qisheng's arrival didn't attract anyone's attention.

He walked casually through the library and went to the martial arts classics section according to the classification.

The martial arts atmosphere in this world was much stronger than in his previous life. For three hundred years, the status of martial artists had never been low, and the accumulated materials were naturally abundant, as could be seen from the fact that they could be separated into a branch.

Naturally, Xuanjing Library didn't display any boxing manuals or the like, but there were many books on the evolution of martial arts over the past three hundred years, the thoughts of many masters on boxing, and the exploration of the human body.

Moreover, they were more detailed than anything he could find online.

There weren't many people in the martial arts branch, only a dozen or so scattered around.

An Qisheng casually grabbed a book called "On Internal Martial Arts and the Limits of the Human Body" and sat down to read it slowly.

The things recorded in this book were quite interesting, mainly not about martial arts, but about exploring the role of internal martial arts in climbing the limits of the human body.

The human body had its limits, constrained by bones, muscle fibers, and other factors.

The normal human limit of strength was the ability to lift up to 500 kilograms of weight. This figure varied depending on the physique, but not by much.

The origin of internal martial arts was untraceable. Some said it slowly developed when ancient humans fought against wild beasts, while others said it was left behind by ancient sages who comprehended heaven and earth.

Its origin was untraceable, but the result could be drawn from hundreds of years of martial arts research in Da Xuan: the existence of internal martial arts could improve the human body's strength and even raise the upper limit of the body.

From the precious images left behind three hundred years ago, we can conclude that the limit of the body of the generation of martial arts master Gu Changfeng far exceeded that of ordinary humans.

At least far exceeding the value of five hundred kilograms.

The core of internal martial arts lies in qi and blood. When qi and blood are abundant, blood nourishes the tendons, the tendons strengthen the bones, and qi is gathered into the bones to strengthen the inside..."

"This book is a bit interesting..."

An Qisheng slowly turned the page, a little interested.

Most of this book consisted of theories and conjectures, without much demonstration, but this way of thinking was a bit enlightening to him.

Unlike many traditional martial artists who believed that external objects would pollute the purity of martial arts.

An Qisheng had a strong ability to accept new ideas.

He liked martial arts, but he wasn't superstitious about the power of martial arts. In the end, boxing was just a kind of power.

At this moment, a low voice of discussion entered his ears.

An Qisheng turned his head slightly. At his neighbor's seat, two young men were sitting opposite each other, one holding a book, seemingly debating.

"Everything can be demonstrated, and there are clear and visible regulations to be found. Martial arts are no exception! What do you mean by 'quan wu quan, yi wu yi' (boxing without boxing, intention without intention), and that the true meaning is in unintentionalness, which can only be understood but cannot be expressed? It's just that these masters themselves don't understand it."

The speaker was a thin young man, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and glasses.

"Does your set work? Stop talking."

His companion glanced around and smiled apologetically at An Qisheng.

Disturbing others reading in the library was inherently impolite behavior. The young man with glasses also felt that he had lost his composure and stopped talking.

An Qisheng smiled at the two and continued reading, but he was a little concerned about their discussion.

In his previous life, he was brave and aggressive, and had learned Sanshou, wrestling, and Muay Thai. In this life, he had practiced martial arts for more than ten years and was now standing before the threshold of Dark Force (An Jin).

Although he could comprehend Grandmaster Wang Honglin's Embracing Pill Force (Bao Dan Jin), he was somewhat vague about how this force went from nothing to the stage of Transformation Force (Hua Jin) step by step.

He knew what it was, but not why.

As the young man said, the classics and checkpoints left by these martial arts masters were mostly mysterious and abstruse, making people feel lost in the clouds.

It seemed that there was no shortcut to take except to comprehend it yourself.

In fact, many martial artists' kung fu was stuck before Dark Force or Transformation Force, unable to progress for a long time, waiting for "comprehension."

Time passed quickly, and soon it was past eleven o'clock.

The two young men who had been discussing earlier put the books back in place and walked out of the library. An Qisheng followed them unhurriedly.

These two young men seemed to be from another school. An Qisheng followed them all the way out of the Xuan University campus.

"Excuse me, why are you following us?"

An Qisheng's blatant stalking was naturally discovered by the two.

The bespectacled young man glared at An Qisheng, his attitude not very good.

An Qisheng didn't hide it and directly stated his intention: "To be honest, I am very interested in your discussion earlier."

"The discussion earlier?"

The bespectacled young man's eyes lit up: "You agree with my point of view?"

"Partially agree."

An Qisheng nodded, agreeing with the other party's point of view was the best way to narrow the distance between each other.

Hearing this, the bespectacled young man's attitude immediately improved a lot.

"Lao Fang, didn't you say that no one would agree with my point of view?"

The bespectacled man glanced at his companion and stretched out his hand:

"My name is Zhao Kaibo, a junior at Jiaotong University. This is my roommate, Jiang Yitao."

"My name is An Qisheng, a student on leave from Xuan University."

An Qisheng smiled slightly:

"I didn't hear it in much detail before, but I am very interested in Zhao's point of view."

"An, are you a martial artist?"

Jiang Yitao asked.

An Qisheng nodded: "I have indeed practiced martial arts for a few years."

"Alas, I can't bear this suffering. I know a lot of theory, but I haven't practiced much."

Zhao Kaibo shook his head.

Although the martial arts atmosphere in Da Xuan was quite strong, not everyone practiced martial arts. After all, how comfortable was it to lie down?

"Let's find a place to sit down, don't bask in the sun here."

At An Qisheng's suggestion, the three found a hotel.

As soon as he sat down, Zhao Kaibo opened the chatterbox: "Although I can't bear the suffering of practicing martial arts, I am very interested in boxing. In recent years, whenever I have time, I have been soaking in the library, wanting to find a shortcut, a way to become a martial artist without suffering."

"Oh?"

An Qisheng put down the menu. Who wouldn't like becoming stronger by lying down?

"So what is the purpose of boxing routines? It's nothing more than letting the muscles remember these movements through repeated practice. You don't need so many routines to strengthen your body at all..."

Zhao Kaibo's eyes lit up, and his desire to confide after years of accumulation exploded:

"Artificial intelligence can learn all the martial arts routines of thousands of years in one or two seconds. There's no reason why we humans can't!"