The extraordinary journey begins with the Ouroboros Stele.

Chapter 11 The Aura of the Ancient Ocean Overlord

Pushing open the door to Training Room No. 1, it was about the same size as a school classroom.

A mahogany lectern stood with about thirty people sitting below it.

Some were chatting with acquaintances, while most were quietly flipping through boxing manuals in their seats.

I glanced at the clock hanging in front of the training room; it was 08:25. There was still plenty of time.

I found a corner seat in the last row by the window and sat down. A gentle breeze blew through the green belt outside the window, and the air was fresh.

I took the "Soul Whale Fist" manual and immediately turned to the first page, where I found a lifelike illustration.

A crimson whale leaps out of the sea amidst a raging storm, as if about to smash through the dark clouds, looking fierce and menacing.

Below the picture is a line of small text:

The Soul Whale Fist originates from the ancient ocean overlords and cultivates the spirit of a whale dominating the sea!

"The whale dominates the sea..." he murmured to himself.

He continued flipping through the pages, and after half an hour he slowly raised his head, rubbed his temples, looked out the window, and relaxed his eyes.

The Soul Whale Fist is not complicated; it only has eighteen forms.

But the key point is that each movement of this boxing style has a corresponding breathing rhythm.

It is quite possible that these breathing rhythms are the essence of this boxing style.

"Ring ring ring—!"

Just as I was thinking, an alarm clock interrupted my thoughts.

Looking back, the source of the sound was an iron alarm clock on the podium, its hands pointing to exactly nine o'clock.

At the same time, he also noticed that a figure had appeared next to the podium at some point.

Bald, nearly two meters tall, with a robust build, he stood there like a wall.

The black training uniform he was wearing seemed a size too small; his arm muscles were bulging, as thick as an average person's thighs, and the cuffs were about to burst.

A large, calloused hand gently pressed down on the alarm clock, and the sound stopped abruptly.

The burly man looked at the crowd, grinned, and the muscles in his neck twitched.

"Hello students, I am your coach, Lei Long."

His strong, resonant voice immediately conveyed a sense of power.

Indeed, Lin Ye sized up Lei Long, whose physique weighed at least 300 pounds.

I just don't know if it's the coach who said "fighting is so cool".

Beside the podium, Lei Long glanced at the crowd, then took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and put them on.

His entire demeanor became elegant and reserved, giving off a "suit-wearing thug" vibe.

"Alright, let's begin our lesson. This introductory class is divided into two parts."

"The first part will explain the levels of boxing techniques to give you a general understanding. The second part will involve me guiding you through practicing the Soul Whale Boxing."

After he finished speaking, he picked up the chalk and wrote on the blackboard. His handwriting was very beautiful.

'One two three four five'

"The levels of boxing techniques are actually quite simple, with a total of five levels."

"Once you develop a sense of Qi, you'll have entered the basics of boxing, and you'll have mastered the first level."

"Generally speaking, if you haven't felt any Qi after more than three months, it means that the Soul Whale Fist is not suitable for you."

Lin Ye raised an eyebrow slightly. Not quite suitable?

They probably said that to be considerate of the students' feelings; it likely means they weren't qualified.

"There's not much else to say; you'll understand when you get there."

After Lei Long finished speaking, he glanced around.

"So, is there anything else you'd like to ask?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the students sitting below the stage stirred, and a tall boy raised his hand to indicate that he had finished speaking.

"Coach, I heard that once you reach the third level, you can become a formal disciple of the boxing gym?"

Strictly speaking, these people can only be considered students, not formal disciples of the boxing gym.

Lei Long looked at the man and nodded.

"If any of you can reach the third level, you can go to the main hall to sign a contract and become a formal disciple."

"Base salary of 18,000 yuan, six types of insurance and two types of funds, and full insurance coverage for family members."

"There is also an additional personal accident insurance policy with a payout of six million."

"Of course, there will be a small assessment task."

He stretched out his hand, pinched his thumb and forefinger together slightly, and grinned.

Upon hearing Lei Long's words, the trainees became excited, and the training room suddenly became noisy.

They had no idea about the treatment of formal disciples at the Red Whale Martial Arts Academy.

Who would have thought that signing up for an hobby class could lead to an opportunity to make money?

Base salary is 18,000!

Their salaries exceed those of most jobs in society, even surpassing those of their parents' generation.

If we wait until Chinese New Year, we might not be the first to start eating, but at least we won't have to sit at the children's table, right?

Lin Ye's eyes lit up. If he could get this salary, he would have the money for the potion ingredients!

Half a minute passed and no one asked any more questions. Lei Long raised his hand and pressed down, and the training room became quiet.

"Since there are no problems, let's meet in training room number two."

Not long after, in training room number two.

The training room was empty, with a layer of black rubber mats on the floor.

The projection screen directly in front of us displays a detailed explanation of the first form of "Soul Whale Fist".

Lei Long stood at the front, with the numerous students scattered in three rows in front of him.

After taking attendance, he put down the roster in his hand and took off his gold-rimmed glasses.

"Take it off, it'll get hot later."

He spoke, then took off the top of his black training uniform, revealing his extremely muscular upper body.

His skin was slightly dark, and his muscles were stacked like armor, giving him an imposing presence.

"Good, very strong."

A thin boy spoke, his eyes filled with shock and envy.

Lei Long grinned and offered his fist, the size of a sandbag.

"Young man! Trust your coach, you can do it too!"

The skinny boy took a deep breath, nodded heavily, and shakily took off his shirt, revealing his bony upper body like a stick insect.

Seeing this, many students stopped being coy and quickly took off their shirts.

The female trainee wore a black strapless top underneath, made of what looked like brocade, embroidered with a lifelike crimson whale.

"First move, stand on the reef and watch the sea," Lei Long said.

Upon hearing the words, the students spread their legs and assumed a horse stance, following the boxing manual diagram on the screen in front of them.

His back was straight, his buttocks were slightly tucked in, and his hands were placed on his sides.

Lin Ye straightened his upper body and breathed according to the breathing rhythm of "Soul Whale Fist".

In just a breath or two, a tingling sensation appeared near the tailbone, radiating to the surrounding muscles within a fist's width.

Soon, the tingling sensation turned warm, starting from the coccyx and surging up the spine, gradually warming the body.

"Pay attention to your breathing rhythm: nine inhales and one exhale, hold your breath and exert force."

"This move emphasizes being as immovable as a mountain, like standing on a coastal reef, unmoved by the wind and waves."

"Feel this heat; it's the essence produced by consuming the nutrients in your body, and it's the key to developing Qi!"

"In ancient times, this process would be called refining essence into qi!"

Lei Long walked in the ranks with a short stick in his hand, explaining the essence of this move.

Occasionally, the short stick is used to help the trainee achieve the most standard posture.

"The second move: The wind stops and the waves subside."

After a while, he continued speaking.

The group immediately changed their posture, standing up straight with their legs slightly apart, and their breathing rhythm also changed.

Lin Ye stood still, and the heat flowing along his spine gradually increased.

"Oh--"

He exhaled a breath of warm air, and his whole body felt much lighter, as if he were walking on clouds.

"Pay attention to your breathing rhythm, and be sure to feel the flow of this warmth."

"Especially this first round of practice, which is the most important because it clears the blocked 'dragon' of your spine."

"If a mistake is made, it will take at least ten times the effort to make up for it."

"Now that I'm overseeing things, you can practice with confidence and without worrying about any problems."

"That alone makes it worth the price of admission."

"Third move, continue."

"The fourth move..."

"Fifth move..."

......

Lei Long walked in the queue, occasionally pointing out with his short stick to correct the movements.

After a while, he paused slightly, crossed his arms, glanced around, and then slowly nodded.

"The eighteenth move, Treading the Whale."

As soon as he finished speaking, the students started moving at the same time.

He stepped forward into a lunge position, pushing his arms forward as if he were pushing something extremely heavy, which appeared to be extremely difficult.

This feeling of heaviness is not caused by the last move, but by the superposition of the previous seventeen moves.

"Treading on the Haydn Whale".

"Treading the sea and calming the waves, with the strength to cover a thousand tons, stopping whales from moving."

"Use violence to forcibly suppress all dissent!"

"This invincible, domineering will is the very spirit of the ancient ocean overlord who once dominated the seas and reigned supreme!"

"This eighteenth move is also the core move that integrates the Soul Whale Fist."