I Don’t Know Martial Arts, I’m Just Born Strong - Chapter 12

Chapter 12: You’ve Experienced a Battle, Strength +10.

Translator: yikaii Editor: yikaii

Anning Psychiatric Hospital, fourth floor, VIP ward.

Zhang San, Li Si, and Wang Mazi, the three old men, were sitting side by side on the living room sofa, cracking seeds and watching a TV drama, quite leisurely.

The TV was playing a historical drama.

The drama’s leading lady was known as the number one beauty in the entertainment circle.

“What’s the name of this actress?”

“Liu Feifei?”

“It seems to be her name. I heard she’s quite capable in real life, never uses a stunt double for filming? Her martial arts level has reached sixth rank? About the same as Old Five?”

Wang Mazi was displeased and scoffed, “A bunch of actors, good-looking but useless. My cultivation was achieved through real battles, how could they compare? If this Liu Feifei were in front of me, I could kill her with one slash!”

Speaking of slashing… Zhang San suddenly thought of Old Six, “Old Six was all about pursuing physical cultivation, wasn’t he? I wonder how his training is going?”

Li Si shook his head and sighed, “I do hope Old Six can make something of himself, but physical cultivation places great emphasis on innate talent. Without a strong physical foundation and substantial financial support, it’s hard to achieve anything significant.”

Physical cultivation.

It sounds simple, just toughening the body and strengthening one’s qi and blood!

But it’s difficult in practice!

To break through one’s limits time and again, not only does it require several times more hard work and sweat, but also a lot of medicinal pills to temper the muscles, bones, and skin!

And each session of training can cause self-harm.

Long-term special “medicinal baths” are needed for recovery.

Regular massages and acupoint stimulation by martial arts masters using true qi are also necessary.

Every aspect requires substantial wealth for support, so the poor simply can’t afford it, and the wealthy… don’t want to suffer the hardship!

Spend tens of millions.

After several years of hardship, you might not even be as strong as a third or fourth-rank martial artist.

With that money, you could hire several third or fourth-rank martial artists!

As for becoming stronger?

The cost is even higher, requires more hardship, and it’s not guaranteed that spending money and enduring pain will lead to success!

“What a pity.”

“If not for the evil poison of the Demon Sect, with Old Six’s talent, becoming a martial arts master wouldn’t have been a problem, he even had the potential to become a great master. Moreover, he was an earth-element awakener. If he had gone to the Heaven’s Gate, he definitely could have made a significant impact!”

Upon mentioning “Heaven’s Gate”.

All three old madmen fell silent.

Just then.

Footsteps were heard.

Jiang He’s head peeked in from outside the door, grinning, “Good morning, Third Brother, Fourth Brother, Fifth Brother.”

“What good morning!”

Wang Mazi’s face darkened as he scolded, “Old Six, tell me the truth, did you steal our fruit plate?”

“No!”

Jiang He was adamant!

Wang Mazi clearly didn’t believe him and coldly said, “Swear on it.”

Jiang He raised his hand and swore, “If I stole it, may that Doctor Feng Shaoyu’s mouth be filled with sores and his bottom with pus!”

Li Si was surprised, “Who’s Feng Shaoyu?”

“That’s not the point… The point is, how could the three brothers suspect me of stealing your fruit plate, this really breaks my heart… Between brothers, how could it be considered stealing?”

Jiang He looked aggrieved, secretly adding, “I just took it as an after-dinner 【snack】 and 【midnight snack】.”

Zhang San said, “Let it go, it’s just a fruit plate, we won’t hold it against you… We were just talking about you. Have you been keeping up with your physical cultivation these past few days?”

Jiang He nodded earnestly, “These seven days, whenever I had free time, I practiced the basic martial arts saber techniques, basic martial arts movement techniques, and basic martial arts fist techniques. But I know well that the martial path cannot be achieved by shutting oneself away, so today I came up here, daring to ask the three brothers for guidance, to test my real combat level!”

“Hmm?”

Wang Mazi frowned, showing a hint of displeasure, and said, “You’ve only trained for seven days, not even mastering the basics, what’s the hurry? Martial arts indeed cannot be cultivated in isolation, but impatience is the least desirable trait!”

“This…”

Jiang He was momentarily at a loss for words.

Seeing this, Li Si tried to smooth things over with a smile, “Old Six has just recovered from a serious illness, lost all his memory, and has never touched physical cultivation before. It’s indeed not good for him to train in isolation.”

He stepped forward and asked, “Old Six, you said that whenever you had free time these seven days, you would practice basic martial arts movement techniques, saber techniques, and fist techniques… What about physical cultivation? How have you been doing that?”

Jiang He honestly replied, “Every morning, I go for a 20-minute run, after lunch, I also exercise on the fitness equipment for a while, and at 9 PM, I go for a night run, usually for about 20-30 minutes.”

“Right!”

“Sometimes, when I rest from practicing with the saber, I also do two sets of push-ups and sit-ups.”

“……”

Li Si was silent for a good ten seconds.

Usually reserved and quiet, he couldn’t help but curse in anger, “What the hell kind of physical cultivation is that… You could train for a lifetime like that and not get anywhere, get lost, come back when you’ve cultivated your physical strength to the level of a martial artist!”

“Fourth Brother…”

“Don’t damn call me Fourth Brother!”

Seeing Li Si and Wang Mazi both getting angry.

Zhang San quickly stepped forward, first glaring at Li Si and Wang Mazi.

“Old Four, Old Five, you two are over a hundred years old combined, how can you not understand? Old Six is just starting physical cultivation, it’s not good to dampen his enthusiasm like this.”

Zhang San rolled up his sleeves.

“Old Six, come… Third Brother will spar with you.”

Zhang San even had a plan.

Pretend to be weak.

Feed Jiang He a few moves.

Then knock him down with one punch and afterwards teach him the lesson of 【not to be impatient】.

Seeing that it was Zhang San who would spar with him, Jiang He smiled bitterly, “Third Brother, aren’t you an extraordinary awakener? Maybe I should go back and practice more.”

“What?”

Zhang San glared, “You look down on Third Brother?”

“We extraordinary awakeners might have weaker bodies, but that’s relative… I, your Third Brother, have also practiced martial arts and tempered my body.”

He patted his chest.

Fiercely saying, “Come… punch here, if you can make Third Brother take a step back, I’ll give you a treasure extremely precious to physical cultivators!”

“Really?”

Jiang He held the saber in his right hand.

With his left fist clenched, he said, “Then I’m really going to hit, okay?”

“Come on!”

“Bang!”

“Holy shit…”

“Thud!”

“Holy shit!”

“Holy shit!”

The “bang” was the sound of Jiang He’s punch landing on Zhang San’s chest.

The first “holy shit” was exclaimed by Zhang San.

He was sent sliding five meters away by the punch, heavily hitting the wall. Li Si and Wang Mazi abruptly stood up, their faces filled with disbelief looking at Jiang He.

And Jiang He…

Was also in shock!

Not because he was surprised at his own strength…

But rather…

“Ding!”

“You’ve experienced a battle, strength +10kg.”

(End of the chapter)