Jason Clark once said that he indeed possessed a talent for practicing internal martial arts, but talent does not mean everything. If one does not put in enough effort, it is still impossible to learn martial arts.

Only by learning internal martial arts is there a chance to become a hunter like the village chief in the future; otherwise, no matter how strong one is, one can only be a hunter, nothing more.

Under the gaze of Jason Clark and the other two, David Wright did not show any stage fright. He walked to the center of the training ground, drew his fists to his waist, let out a light shout, stepped forward, and threw a powerful punch.

A faint sound of air being torn vibrated from his fist. Although this sound was subtle, it was crystal clear to the ears of Jason Clark and the other two.

The expressions on their faces were all different, but each was filled with surprise.

David Wright punched out, his body following his fist, stepping forward as he instantly performed the entire set of introductory boxing techniques.

With the wind from his fists whistling and his body moving like a swimming dragon, David Wright's movements were simple and direct, yet every punch and move seemed to contain a mysterious power.

The astonishment on the faces of Jason Clark and the other two grew even stronger, especially on Jason Clark himself, whose eyes could not hide his wild joy.

Compared to half a month ago, David Wright's movements were now quite proper and standard.

To have fully mastered these movements in just half a month, after only a single round of instruction, was already an extraordinary achievement.

But David Wright brought him an even greater surprise. From this simple set of boxing techniques, Jason Clark sensed a strict and imposing aura. This was the intent of the fist—the true essence of boxing.

Although David Wright, limited by his experience, could not unleash much power from this set of techniques, and if he were to compete with William Clark and Thomas Miller now, he would surely lose more than win, as long as he kept training, the power of this boxing set would only grow. If he could one day cultivate true qi, he would then be able to truly unleash the power of this set of techniques.

By then, even he himself might no longer be a match for this boy.

A moment later, David Wright finished the entire set of boxing techniques, stood with his hands at his sides, and looked at the village chief with bright eyes.

Jason Clark nodded slowly, not hiding the joy on his face, and said with a smile, "Haotian, you did well. From now on, you will learn internal martial arts with the other two, under my guidance."

David Wright's face lit up with joy. He asked, "Village chief, will I be able to become a hunter like you in the future?"

Jason Clark burst out laughing, tapping each of the three of them with his hand, and said, "Whether you can become a hunter depends on your own efforts. But I look forward to it—if our village has three more hunters, heh, I’d like to see which other village would dare to bully us again..."

The three of them, William Clark included, clenched their fists at the same time, their gazes all turning to the distance.

At this moment, in their still young hearts, there were no grand ambitions—only a single thought: to become hunters, to become men like the village chief, and to protect their village forever...

Chapter 11: Instruction

Life in the mountains was filled with joy amidst tranquility.

As long as one had an optimistic heart, under the nurturing of nature, one could live happily here. Perhaps life here was not as colorful as in the city, but it had its own unique flavor.

A year later, David Wright was a year older, now an eleven-year-old boy.

Before dawn, he was already on the training ground, having finished the introductory long fist routine and begun practicing his horse stance.

With arms extended and knees bent in a squat, his body was as steady as a rock, not moving an inch.

Over the past year, David Wright had changed a lot. He had shot up like a rocket, and was now about the same height as Thomas Miller.

Moreover, as his understanding of the introductory long fist deepened, David Wright, though still young, carried a faint air of calmness and gravity in his demeanor, making him seem several years older than his actual age.

If the two of them stood side by side, anyone would think they were the same age, never guessing that there was actually a three-year difference between them.

Over the year, Charles Wright went to great lengths to procure large amounts of bear meat, ensuring that David Wright was never disappointed at any meal.

Although his strength was no longer increasing as rapidly as before, after eating bear meat, the heat within him remained, allowing his strength to grow steadily and slowly.

Now, at just eleven years old, if one were to judge by strength alone, aside from the hunter Jason Clark, even William Clark and Thomas Miller, who had already cultivated a trace of true qi, were only about equal to him.

Thanks to the abundant resources of Bear Wolf Mountain, Dalin Village, like the other nearby villages, never lacked for food and clothing as long as they worked hard. Of course, for those like Charles Wright who had a special skill, family life was even better.

In the entire Dalin Village, only the village chief, the hunter Jason Clark, and Charles Wright could afford to have meat at every meal. And only with Charles Wright's reputation and the benefits he brought to the villagers could he persuade everyone to willingly let their limited bear meat go to his family to enjoy.