This move of Lin Zhiquin immediately silenced the whole room.
The young men who were previously goofing around instantly straightened up, becoming more serious.
Lu Yuan was also slightly surprised.
In the novels he had read in his previous life, Martial Artists would wield force in an array of ways, ranging from the power of a firecracker, the thunderous force of a lightning strike, to a force so silent it was as if it did not exist.
He had now experienced this in person.
The sound of Lin Zhiquin's air-punch was indeed as crisp as a firecracker, quite a remarkable feat.
"I wonder how a Martial Artist's strength is measured in this world. Is Lin Zhiquin considered strong?"
Lu Yuan compared Lin Zhiquin to the coach with the surname Qin, who had exuded immense pressure in front of the Martial Arts school yesterday and whom Cheng Peng greatly admired.
He felt that the latter was more powerful.
Although Lin Zhiquin's gaze was sharp, it did not give him the terrifying feeling that made his hair stand on end.
However, his assessment might not be accurate, as he was a complete novice in these matters.
"You can only practice on the punching bag after you've learned the moves. You'll need to practice air punches until you've mastered the movements," Lin Zhiquin said before the class officially began.
As he had stated, he began by teaching everyone the methods and techniques of strength training.
This part was straightforward, involving exercises similar to those in a school physical education class.
Exercises like planks, crunches, leg lifts, sit-ups, and push-ups were aimed at training different muscle groups in the body.
Lin Zhiquin had everyone perform each exercise, correcting their form where needed. Then he said, "You can also practice these exercises at home after class.
"Start by practicing two or three sets for each exercise. Wait until your stamina improves before gradually increasing the intensity of your training.
"The equipment in the Martial Arts gym's training hall is always available for your use.
"Next, I will teach you basic fighting moves."
Upon hearing Lin Zhiquin's last sentence, everyone was invigorated, and Lu Yuan also started to feel excited.
Many had enrolled in the Martial Arts course for this very moment.
"In the first stage of the course, you will need to learn basic movements for the Basic Fist Skill, Leg Skill, and footwork," Lin Zhiquin stated. "I will teach you these three types of movements one by one.
"Now, let's start with the Basic Fist Skill movements."
Lin Zhiquin wasted no more words and got straight to the demonstration.
"The basic combat fist techniques include the swing punch, jab, shock punch, flat hook punch...
"Among them, the swing punch can be further divided into left swing punch, left swing punch to the head, left swing punch to the abdomen..."
Lin Zhiquin explained and demonstrated simultaneously.
Each punch he threw wasn't particularly fast, but when linked together, they presented Lu Yuan with a dazzling display.
Although the Basic Fist Skill movements seemed few, there were still quite a number of them when broken down.
Lu Yuan subconsciously wanted to take out his phone to record a video, fearing he might forget the moves.
However, as he touched his pants, he remembered his Martial Arts uniform had no pockets; his phone was currently in his locker.
Fortunately, after his demonstration, Lin Zhiquin stated, "Next, I will break down each movement and teach it to you. After you've learned all the movements, you can practice them on your own."
What followed was the detailed, step-by-step instruction of the movements.
With 10 points in Intelligence, Lu Yuan's memory was not bad; in fact, it could be considered very good. He easily memorized every Basic Fist Skill movement Lin Zhiquin taught.
The only difficulty he encountered was that his Strength and Physique attributes were indeed too low.
Many moves were clear in his mind, but his execution was immediately flawed.
He wasn't the only one with this problem; many others struggled similarly. Only one person performed the movements accurately and proficiently.
"Have you trained before?" Lin Zhiquin asked the student performing the best, a youth with a crew cut and a somewhat earnest demeanor.
The latter didn't deny it, admitting frankly, "I trained at another Martial Arts school for a while. However, the coach there wasn't skilled enough. After three months of training, I defeated him..."
A faint sense of pride flickered across the young man's face as he spoke.
Lin Zhiquin made no comment, merely nodding slightly. He indicated he would observe the young man's performance later and, if satisfactory, might allow him to advance to the second-stage course.
After all the movements had been taught, it was time for free practice.
At first, everyone practiced earnestly. But after Lin Zhiquin left the training room for some business, the woman with her hair in a bun and her group started to chat and laugh again.
"Siqi, what do you think of my punch? If I hit the manager with it, would it knock his glasses askew?"
"Haha, I recorded that! I'll show it to the manager later."
"Hey! Don't do that! You'll get me killed!"
"Treat me to dinner, or someone's going to be in trouble..."
As one of the few women in the class, any slight movement from the woman with her hair in a bun would, more or less, attract some attention from the other male students.
And she seemed to enjoy being the center of attention.
Lu Yuan, however, only found it noisy.
"Why not try Absolute Focus?"
A sudden idea popped into Lu Yuan's mind.
Although Absolute Focus is a skill under the 'Student' profession, its utility isn't limited to just studying.
He decided to act on the thought immediately.
"Activate, Absolute Focus!"
Instantly, all the noisy sounds around Lu Yuan receded.
The metaphorical flies buzzing in his ears were gone.
Now, only the movements of the Basic Fist Skill remained in Lu Yuan's mind. His brain, like a highly efficient and precise machine, rapidly instructed his body to keep throwing punches, continuously moving closer to the perfect standard stored in his memory.
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"Got it, I'll remember to pick up my son."
Lin Zhiquin hung up the phone, adjusted his training uniform, and headed back to the training room he had come from.
He was not in a particularly good mood.
Teaching new students was a tedious and boring task, especially when some were troublemakers, constantly showing a perfunctory and disrespectful attitude during class.
Typically, teaching beginner classes like this wouldn't fall to a senior coach like him. Such tasks were usually assigned to younger coaches or ordinary Martial Arts school disciples.
However, a recent family issue had drastically increased his financial pressure. Overwhelmed daily, he had to swallow his pride and take on this kind of work for the money.
"Haha, Sun Fei, is that a tortoise punch you're doing? If the coach comes back and sees how you've butchered his moves, he'll be furious with you!"
"Wow! That punch was awesome!"
"Damn, Zhang Shibin, are you serious?!"
Just as he reached the door, Lin Zhiquin heard the noisy chatter coming from inside.
His eyebrows furrowed involuntarily, and his mood worsened.
He stopped at the doorway and coughed heavily twice.
"Quick, quick, the coach is back!"
Seeing him arrive, the group that had been fooling around and watching quickly scattered, hurriedly adopting punching stances.
Lin Zhiquin remained expressionless, his sharp gaze sweeping over the few students who had just been misbehaving. He deliberately used his Martial Artist's aura to place greater pressure on them.
Only when their expressions turned unnatural and their movements became awkward did he slowly withdraw his aura.
"I might as well let them practice on their own for the rest of the class and go have tea with Old Liu."
Lin Zhiquin decided to adopt an "out of sight, out of mind" approach.
But just as he was about to randomly pick a couple of students to offer some pointers before leaving...
Suddenly, a figure in a corner caught his attention.
"This..."
Lin Zhiquin's gaze fixed on an individual, a look of mild surprise appearing in his eyes.