Andrew Martinez glanced at David Thompson, his expression somewhat anxious.

“If you have something to say, Senior Martinez, just say it.”

Brian Smith looked at Andrew Martinez and spoke directly.

“I…”

Andrew Martinez looked at David Thompson, a bit hesitant.

“Since An asked you to speak, then go ahead. This is your Wang family’s matter, it’s best if you explain it yourself.”

David Thompson gave Andrew Martinez a push.

“Junior An, it’s like this.”

Andrew Martinez gritted his teeth and said in a low voice:

“Afterwards, we checked the surveillance at the martial arts hall and saw your fight with that bandit. The style you used was Bajiquan, right?”

“Hmm?”

Brian Smith was slightly surprised and glanced at Andrew Martinez: “You…”

“The exhibition stand where you stopped was dedicated to my Wang family’s ancestor. My forebear was an abandoned infant adopted by Grandmaster Wang Honglin. Later, for certain reasons, the Wang family lost the essence of Bajiquan. I wonder, An, where did you learn Bajiquan?”

Andrew Martinez let out a long breath; he had been holding these words in for a long time.

Even in today’s Daxuan, there are quite a few martial arts that can rival Bajiquan, but for the Wang family, Bajiquan holds more symbolic than practical significance.

But if he could recover the lost Bajiquan, it would be a tremendous achievement.

“I was careless…”

Hearing Andrew Martinez’s words, Brian Smith’s first thought was that he had been too careless.

He had never heard of Bajiquan still existing in Daxuan. The people from the Beggar’s Society arrived quickly, and he had no choice but to use his best skill, Bajiquan, to fight.

He hadn’t expected to be discovered by someone from the Wang family.

He’d have to be more careful in the future…

“Junior An.”

Seeing Brian Smith remain silent, Andrew Martinez grew a bit anxious.

It was David Thompson who noticed Brian Smith’s hesitation, patted Andrew Martinez on the shoulder, and said, “An, you don’t need to worry. In Daxuan, we don’t have sectarian prejudices. No matter where you learned Bajiquan, no one will give you trouble. The reason Anfeng and I came here is simply to ask if you could teach this style to Anfeng…”

“I can exchange something for it.”

Andrew Martinez immediately added.

Brian Smith glanced at Matthew Smith, who was sitting nearby peeling an apple. The latter nodded, indicating there was no problem.

Only then did he nod and say:

“I can teach you Bajiquan, but you’ll have to wait until I’ve recovered from my injuries. Also, I have a condition.”

A complete martial art includes fighting techniques, training methods, health cultivation, performance routines, and various forms.

For example, Bajiquan is subdivided into large and small frames, Liuhe Spear, and further into Bajiquan Frame, Six Major Openings, Eight Major Moves, Six Elbow Strikes, Chunqiu Saber, Liuhe Great Spear, Eight Staff Techniques, Pure Yang Nine Palace Sword, and so on.

It’s not something that can be taught in just a few words; otherwise, there would be no such thing as a lost martial art.

“That’s absolutely no problem.”

Andrew Martinez was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly.

He looked as if he would agree to any condition, which made David Thompson frown.

“What is your condition, An?”

David Thompson was very cautious.

Before coming, he had thoroughly investigated Brian Smith’s background, so he absolutely did not dare to underestimate this junior who was two years younger than him.

This An had been independent-minded since childhood, gifted in martial arts, reached Mingjin at an early age, excelled academically, and was admitted to Xuankjing University.

He also had a keen business sense; ninety percent of the An family’s current success was due to his ideas.

In his view, Brian Smith was definitely a dragon among men.

A dragon among men plagued by a terminal illness—his conditions would surely not be low.

Brian Smith glanced at the two of them:

“I’ve heard that the military has a training method different from the civilian one…”

At the mention of the military, David Thompson’s heart skipped a beat.

Chapter 13: A Complicated Diet and Brian Smith’s Test Subject

The art of martial combat has a long history, but it only became truly systematic before the founding of Daxuan, after Grandmasters like Gu Changfeng established the Central Martial Arts Hall.

In Daxuan’s three hundred years, technology has advanced rapidly, and the martial arts rooted in this great nation have also developed swiftly over these three centuries.

However, with powerful weapons comes a murderous heart. Over three hundred years, as more and more people practiced martial arts, violations of the law by force became commonplace.

This caused quite a few problems, so later, under Daxuan’s regulation, the true essence of martial arts was all collected by the military and no longer passed down among civilians.

Thus, although there are still masters among the people today, the vast majority of true experts are in the military.

Even someone as formidable as Mu Longcheng, who has reached the “see the divine, body unbreakable” level, dares not set foot in Daxuan lightly, for fear of the military.

The military’s training methods are the true essence of Daxuan martial arts.

“Military training methods…”

David Thompson shook his head with a wry smile. “An, you overestimate us. Even at the main martial arts hall, very few have access to the military’s training methods. How could Anfeng and I have that ability?”

The military’s training methods use the most advanced equipment, scientifically training the human body to reach peak physical condition quickly, safely, and without side effects.

This includes equipment, instructors, ingredients, medical care, AI assistance, and more—many things that money simply can’t buy.

The two of them are just juniors; how could they possibly get their hands on these?