Chapter 16: Special Skill Strikes
The next morning, Rong got up before 4 o'clock. It was still dark outside. His mother heard the sound of him getting dressed and asked drowsily: "Why are you getting up so early? The sky is not bright yet." "Grandpa Zhang promised to teach me martial arts, I need to go to his house at 4 o'clock this morning." Rong's mom opened her eyes, looked at him strangely, and muttered: "What's the point of learning martial arts?" After that, she closed her eyes again, turned over, and continued sleeping.
Because Grandpa Zhang promised to teach them kung fu, Rongyao was so excited that he didn't sleep well for the whole night. He ran to Grandpa Zhang's house early in the morning with dark circles under his eyes. Rongyao thought he was already early enough, but when he arrived at Grandpa Zhang's house, he saw Chen Kun and Cao Lei standing in the yard waiting. "I didn't expect you guys to come even earlier than me." Rongyao unconsciously scratched his head, squeezed between Chen Kun and Cao Lei, and looked up at Grandpa Zhang with a serious face. At this time, he no longer had the usual gentle and kind image, and the aura of a strong man emanating from him made the three little guys feel a bit intimidated.
Grandfather Zhang nodded in satisfaction when he saw Rongyao arrive, saying: "Well, you're earlier than I thought, that's great. Hope you can still come on time tomorrow. What I want to say is that learning martial arts is very hard, hope you can persist and not give up halfway. And what I'm going to teach you is not exactly martial arts, but rather special combat skills, which we call special combat techniques. I used to be a soldier, and one of the earliest special forces in Chinese history. During the Korean War, my unit was the first batch of special forces to take the battlefield. I had the honor of participating in the special operation "Raid on Wuling Bridge". The movie "Raid" you see now is adapted from our experiences back then.
It wasn't until they heard this that Rongyao and the others realized that Grandpa Zhang was a special forces soldier, and had even participated in such a famous special operation. The eyes of all three children sparkled with little stars. Which child doesn't admire heroes, and which child doesn't want to become a hero?
"So, what I'm teaching you is all about one-hit kills. To master this skill and bring out its power, you need to have superhuman physical strength, agile reflexes, and exceptional intelligence. From now on, I'll be treating you like special forces operatives, just like our platoon leader treated us back in the day."
Two hours, just two hours, felt like two years. Although today's training was only running and doing push-ups, I'm still exhausted.
At six o'clock, the training stopped. Grandfather Zhang said: "Today's not called training, it can only be called physical activity. Starting tomorrow, I will implement real training on you." Cao Lei heard this and exclaimed: "This isn't even considered training?" Grandfather Zhang looked at him with a bad attitude and said: "If you want to survive on the battlefield, you must endure more hardships and train more. Only then can you protect your life. If you can't handle it, don't come, I don't want to harm you, only to avenge but end up getting killed by others instead. You will face not only those who killed your mother in the future, but also things that we don't know about now that will happen to you. Only with good training can you protect your lives."
Cao Wei stopped talking after sticking out her tongue. Grandpa Zhang continued, "That's all for today. Don't come tonight, rest well, and be here at 4 am sharp tomorrow, don't be late." After finishing speaking, he took out a small notebook from his body and handed it to Rong Yao: "This is the family heirloom martial arts secret book, take it and practice." Cao Wei heard that there was a martial arts secret book and immediately snatched it from Rong Yao's hand. Rong Yao asked in doubt, "Grandpa Zhang, are there really martial arts secret books in this world? Can you still cultivate internal energy?"
"Of course I do, that's what I gave you." "Then why don't you practice?" Grandpa Zhang chuckled: "I certainly did." "Then how come I didn't see you have internal power?" Grandpa Zhang sighed: "I didn't succeed, as far as I know, our Zhang family from ancestors to now seems to have no one who has succeeded in cultivating it."
