To improve and accelerate the accumulation of Breaking Beads.

　　In this way, he ate two portions every day and kept records. Very soon, Henry Webb identified, with the same quantity, which type of meat accelerated the accumulation of Breaking Beads the fastest.

　　It turned out to be golden money bug meat.

　　This type of meat is extremely filling and rich in energy, generally used for patients who need significant nourishment and replenishment.

　　The price wasn’t very high either, just a bit more expensive than the snake meat from before. For now, it was still considered a good deal.

　　After discovering the golden money bug meat, he returned to his daily routine of practicing and building strength.

　　In the blink of an eye, half a year passed.

　　The energy in the Breaking Bead had finally, after this intermittent accumulation, almost completely turned black.

　　Meanwhile, Henry Webb had grown from his original height of 1.7 meters to nearly 1.8 meters, and his physique had become much more defined.

　　His streamlined muscles formed a solid, continuous mass.

　　He had finally passed the stage of building strength and officially began practicing sparring techniques.

　　He had become one of the strong men in the courtyard who fought each other all day long.

　　At this stage, Old Man Grant finally began to teach him a method for tempering the skin and flesh, specifically designed for Hui Shan Fist, which could toughen the skin on the fists into a thick and resilient state.

Chapter 6: Change of Variables (Part 2)

　　“Fighting techniques, fighting techniques, are the methods to defeat others. The key is to strike vital points, move quickly, hit hard, and be precise.”

　　In the courtyard, Old Man Grant walked around with his hands behind his back among the pairs of men practicing together, constantly muttering the key points of Hui Shan Fist.

　　It was just past noon, and the cicadas were chirping all over the trees.

　　But their noise couldn’t drown out the shouts of the people practicing Hui Shan Fist in the courtyard.

　　Henry Webb was facing his third senior brother, Samuel Hayes, standing face to face.

　　He could hear Old Man Grant’s words ringing in his ears.

　　“Hui Shan Fist has basic defensive moves, offensive moves, and killing moves. For now, you’ll practice the defensive moves, which are about blocking and dodging.”

　　“Blocking is not as good as dodging, and dodging is not as good as attacking first. Remember this: when you make a move, first think about how to deal with your enemy. If you take care of your enemy, you won’t need to defend or dodge.”

　　“Defensive moves are the simplest, but there are many variations. Raise both hands and make fists, lower your head, tuck in your chin, your fists should be slightly staggered, protect your cheeks, elbows act as supports…”

　　The more Henry Webb listened, the more familiar it sounded.

　　When he followed the instructions step by step and looked at his third senior brother across from him,

　　He was speechless.

　　Wasn’t this the same stance he’d seen fighters use in free combat matches in his previous life?

　　Body hunched, both arms protecting the head, face, and chest—the only difference was that Hui Shan Fist didn’t have the bouncing movements.

　　Third senior brother Samuel Hayes got into position and looked at Henry Webb provocatively.

　　“Wanna try a punch?”

　　He grinned.

　　Henry Webb ignored him and continued to carefully adjust his stance according to Old Man Grant’s instructions, trying to grasp the meaning behind them.

　　This defensive move had five variations, each designed to counter a different type of attack.

　　Soon, the next set of evasive moves was mainly for dealing with opponents armed with weapons.

　　Which way to dodge, how to dodge most effectively, what to watch out for after dodging, how to counterattack, how to find the opponent’s weak spots—

　　And so on, a whole slew of routines, all taught by Old Man Grant to these newcomers.

　　They really were all routines.

　　Henry Webb and the others’ task was to practice these Hui Shan Fist routines until they became second nature, so that when the time came, they could react instantly and use them like lightning.

　　And then achieve victory in one move.

　　“Master, I heard Hui Shan Fist has internal training methods. Will you teach us?” a newly admitted short guy suddenly asked.

　　Old Man Grant, who was pacing around, stopped in his tracks and gave the short guy a hard kick in the butt.

　　“Internal training? You can only practice that once your body is trained to the limit. Don’t go around repeating hearsay. What do you know? That’s for training force!”

　　He shook his head, waddled back to his high-backed chair, and sat down, saying no more.

　　Emily Webb, standing nearby, quickly brought over tea and snacks.

　　Ever since he discovered that Emily Webb was much more meticulous in her work, Old Man Grant had replaced the previous servant with her.

　　As a result, his attitude toward Henry Webb had also improved quite a bit.

　　Henry Webb was worried that his second sister might be bullied, but after careful observation and inquiry, it seemed that Old Man Grant didn’t care much for women, but was especially fond of money.

　　So he was relieved.

　　All day long, Henry Webb and the others practiced various routines.

　　The defensive routines included blocking and dodging techniques.

　　The next day, it was time for offensive moves.

　　As for the killing moves, there was no sign of them being taught, and Old Man Grant had no intention of teaching them.

　　Just the offensive and defensive systems were enough to keep this group of poorly educated men practicing for a long, long time.

　　Among them, Henry Webb was of below-average speed. Of those who joined at the same time as him, quite a few had already paid and left early, unable to persist.

　　Some were more talented than him and had already finished learning the offensive and defensive moves, moving on to toughening their fists and blood energy. They were much faster than him.

　　He originally thought life would continue like this—no illness, no disaster, peaceful and quiet.

　　But soon, Hui Shan Fist’s Old Man Grant and another martial artist decided to hold a simple internal match.

　　This internal match was commonly called “dui quan”—facing fists.