"Take this booklet with you, read it carefully when you get home. Starting tomorrow, I'll teach you from the basics. For today, just get some rest!"

After becoming a constable, since he was assigned to the Shiliting area and needed to be stationed at the post for long periods, there were rooms here provided for the constables to use. There was even a cell for temporarily detaining criminals—the last two of those vicious bandits who survived were now locked up inside.

But since both of them were seriously injured, there was no need to assign anyone to guard them. If they died? Well, so be it!

Clutching the thin booklet, William Foster returned to his room, closed the door, and once again entered the system. Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered, he heard the system prompt: Detected that the user is carrying a martial arts manual. The system is willing to purchase a copy for twenty points.

"Hmm? Martial arts can be sold for money too?"

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Chapter 7: In the Night

Martial arts can be sold for money, and it only requires a copy. Only a fool would hesitate. William Foster immediately chose to agree to the sale, and nothing special seemed to happen. Anyway, the points display on the interface changed from zero to twenty.

"Finally, I have some capital!"

He patted himself down—the manual for the Eighteen Strokes of Chopping was still on him, and after flipping through it, he saw it was completely undamaged.

"So, this system doesn't just take silver or gold. As long as it's something rare, it wants it!"

Having roughly figured out the situation, William Foster immediately put these matters aside. The most important thing now was to exchange for Jack Harris and then focus on practicing the fist technique.

He wasn't in a hurry about the saber technique. He had never used weapons before, and it wouldn't make sense to start practicing them carelessly. Besides, the first sect he chose was the Divine Fist Sect, and the sect master Jack Harris made his name with fist techniques. It wouldn't be appropriate to ask him for advice on saber techniques.

So for now, he would focus on practicing fist techniques. Tomorrow, he would seek advice from David Thompson and George Thompson, and then gradually work on the saber technique.

The system allowed William Foster to train inside for up to ten hours a day. Most of the time, he was receiving guidance from Jack Harris—which was actually very straightforward and rough.

First, Jack Harris would demonstrate the fist technique he knew three times, from slow to fast, then have William Foster perform it once himself, pointing out any mistakes. Once William Foster could perform it decently, they would start sparring.

In his words: Only by truly fighting someone can you truly master a martial art!

But Jack Harris's fist technique, calling it a single style is a stretch—it's more like a hodgepodge of basic moves. It has no special name, no exquisite moves. Jack Harris became famous for one thing: the sheer force of his punches!

Even his most famous move—Sweeping Across Thousands, Charging Through Ten Thousand Horses—relies on extremely powerful punches as a foundation to unleash its true might.

"Your natural aptitude is too poor, and your strength is average. The few fist techniques I've taught you, you can at most bring out thirty percent of their power!" After sparring with William Foster for nine hours, Jack Harris shook his head. "I've already taught you everything I know. As for how far you can go, that's up to you. I have nothing more to teach you..."

After saying this, Jack Harris actually slowly faded away. William Foster stared blankly at all this, and when he came to his senses, he saw a line of text appear on the screen in front of him:

You have graduated from the Divine Fist Sect!

Graduated?

"I'm already graduating?"

But William Foster didn't feel happy at all. On the contrary, he felt looked down upon! Because it was obvious that he was being graduated because Jack Harris didn't recognize him as a worthy disciple, so after roughly teaching him his martial arts, he didn't want to bother with him anymore.

"I actually got looked down on by a system!"

He gave a bitter laugh, feeling extremely unwilling. At the same time, he noticed that in the sect selection, the Divine Fist Sect option had turned gray, and after he selected it, the system prompted: This is now an unavailable option.

Unwilling? Gritting his teeth? Complaining about fate? Resentful of the world?

William Foster felt a storm raging in his heart, but gradually, he calmed down.

"It's a fact that my aptitude is poor, and it's inevitable to be underestimated. But does that mean I'll just give up?"

William Foster had many shortcomings in the past, but there was one thing he was always proud of: once he set a goal, no matter how many obstacles he hit, he would find a way to keep going until he reached his target.

In the eyes of many friends, William Foster was stubborn as a mule, impossibly obstinate, and sometimes even a bit unreasonable. But he felt that if he didn't have this drive, and just gave up when faced with difficulties, he'd never amount to anything in life.

"Look down on me, will you? Then I just have to make something of myself!"

As for Jack Harris's fist technique, the moves themselves were nothing special. The wild boxing was just a basic routine, not complicated at all. It just required more practice every day to solidify the basics. After practicing for nine hours just now, there was really no need to keep going.

From now on, he just needed to find ways to increase his strength, so the power of his fist techniques could be fully unleashed, and practice them a few times every day to keep from getting rusty.