Jason Clark's every word sounded to his ears like the music of the heavens.

Especially those parts about the essence of boxing techniques, which made him feel as if the clouds had parted and the sun was shining through.

For some reason, he seemed to have an innate understanding of the essence of boxing; as long as Jason Clark explained it once, he could grasp something from it. Although this understanding was only a vague feeling, it was enough to make him beam with joy.

By comparison, the standard boxing techniques demonstrated by Jason Clark seemed insignificant.

Anyone learning basic long fist boxing, as long as they undergo rigorous training, can easily perform the standard movements. However, to comprehend the true meaning within the techniques and unleash the momentum within the fists—now that is one in a hundred.

Jason Clark, experienced and worldly, could of course see the look of delight in David Wright's eyes.

He was secretly pleased. Although it was David Wright's first time encountering internal martial arts, his performance was far beyond expectations. If things continued at this rate, there was a high chance that Dalin Village would gain another hunter.

As his gaze swept over the three youths, a surge of inexplicable pride welled up in his heart. The gloom he felt after losing again to Edward Harris a month ago was instantly dispelled.

All three of them were promising candidates to become hunters. If Dalin Village produced three new hunters at once, even Wanjia Village would no longer dare to oppress them.

However, though he was happy inside, his expression grew even more serious as he said, "David, although you have good talent, when it comes to practicing internal martial arts, talent alone is not enough. Without hard work and sweat, you will never find the right path." He pointed at William Clark and Thomas Miller, saying, "The essence of boxing is vast and profound. Although basic long fist boxing seems simple, it already contains these essentials. The two of them have been practicing for years and have yet to fully comprehend it. Even though you have a natural affinity for boxing, you must not slack off in the slightest."

David Wright was startled; he realized he had indeed become a bit complacent.

He straightened up and said solemnly, "Village chief, I understand. I will work hard at my practice from now on and never slack off." Yet, as he said this, he also felt quite puzzled.

The village chief had explained everything so clearly—why couldn't William Clark and Thomas Miller understand?

Jason Clark nodded in satisfaction, then suddenly turned to face William Clark and Thomas Miller, and said loudly, "You two listen up! Be more attentive in your training from now on. If David surpasses you and pushes you aside, let's see how you'll save face."

William Clark and Thomas Miller both straightened their chests and answered loudly.

Jason Clark gave them a cold glance and said, "David, tomorrow we are all going into the mountains to hunt. You stay home and practice your boxing well. I'll check on you when I return."

David Wright responded, then hesitated for a moment and said, "Village chief, could you bring me back some bear meat this time?"

Jason Clark was momentarily taken aback, then laughed and said, "What, you still haven't had enough bear meat?"

David Wright nodded repeatedly. Just thinking about the special effect of bear meat porridge made his mouth water.

Jason Clark laughed heartily, "Alright, I promise you. When I get back this time, I'll get you a big bear as a gift for starting your internal martial arts training."

Chapter 8: The Family Heirloom Manual

In the blink of an eye, seven days had passed.

Most of the able-bodied young men in the village had gone up the mountain under Jason Clark's leadership. Those who remained were the elderly, women, and children, but under normal circumstances, they were more than enough to guard the village.

After all, the situation like the last earthquake, when countless wild beasts from Bear Wolf Mountain went on a rampage, was a once-in-a-millennium event. Normally, very few wild beasts would come down the mountain to attack the village.

Humans may fear wolves, tigers, and leopards, but these beasts fear humans even more.

On this day, David Wright was practicing basic long fist boxing on the training ground as usual.

Although he had not been studying internal martial arts for long—only seven days—his enthusiasm for learning grew with each passing day.

Before this, he had never imagined that practicing boxing could be such an exhilarating experience.

His fists moved like the wind, his body like a dragon. Every time he finished the set, he seemed to gain a deeper understanding. If Jason Clark and the others knew how he felt at this moment, they would be utterly astonished.

However, David Wright had still been practicing for too short a time; the power in his punches could not compare to William Clark. Still, compared to his first day, he was much more proficient, and his movements were becoming increasingly standard.

The morning sun gradually rose higher. David Wright finished his routine and stood quietly for a moment, slowly exhaling a long breath.

After a round of boxing, his whole body felt loosened up, and he no longer felt any chill.

Stretching his legs, he dashed back home.

While practicing, he had a certain air about him, but once he relaxed, he became a lively ten-year-old child again.

"David, come here." His father's voice called from the courtyard.