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"Straight punches need precision, hook punches need ruthlessness!"

"Splitting punches need hardness, whip fists need speed."

"To sum it up, these are the key points of Sanshou's fist techniques. I'm done lecturing. You'd better mull them over on your own time."

The Sanshou class ended. Coach Lu demonstrated the breakdown of the techniques twice, then slowly walked away.

The expressions among the trainees varied. Some seemed to grasp something, frowning as they repeated the fist movements.

Others, seeing class was over, quickly dropped their boxing stances and headed for the locker room.

"I'm heading out first."

Lin Hao said, waving a hand, and strode out of the practice room.

Chen Feng nodded lightly, then felt the surrounding light dim slightly.

Looking along the flow, it was Xu Dongtai, brushing past him on his way out as class ended.

One meter eighty-five tall, muscles stacked like blocks.

Beneath a buzz cut, his eyes swept sideways over the others, a silver earring lending him a cold, harsh air.

"Move it, don't block the way."

"Can't you see my Dong Ge is leaving too?"

His lackey Zhou Xin, as loud as ever, shouted. Many trainees slightly frowned but still chose to step aside.

"Hm?"

Suddenly, as if sensing something, Xu Dongtai paused mid-step.

Brushing past, he narrowed his eyes and turned his head to look down at Chen Feng.

Their eyes met. Facing that calm gaze unlike anyone else's.

He actually felt a trace of danger.

"Dong Ge?"

His lackey Zhou Xin, seeing him stop, asked in confusion.

No one answered. The silence hung for two seconds.

"Let's go."

Finally, shaking his head, Xu Dongtai withdrew his gaze, thinking it might be an illusion from being too tired.

Just an unremarkable fellow trainee.

Even Zheng Qiang and Yu Shan were no match for him. How could anyone else in the training class possibly make him feel danger?

Even if it was just a trace, it was absolutely impossible!

Tap tap!

With that, he turned and strode away, his figure receding.

Zhou Xin didn't understand what was going on but deliberately shot Chen Feng a glare before hurrying after him.

"Nearly 100kg of punching power, huh."

Standing alone in place, paying no mind to Zhou Xin's earlier provocation.

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes, watching Xu Dongtai's burly back as he left.

During today's class, Zhou Xin had deliberately bragged about Xu Dongtai's latest punching power data.

99kg!

Nearly at the amateur 5-dan level.

In an ordinary small fighting gym, he'd be qualified to serve as a coach.

Even joining some team-based small tournaments, he could be a main fighter with a shot at the championship.

It could be said that Xu Dongtai truly had the right to be proud.

"There's still time."

Clenching fists silently, Chen Feng's eyes flickered, but eventually calmed down.

Six days remained until the assessment. Relying on the Dream World, as long as he could keep finding light clusters, he was confident he could surpass him.

Then, seeing that all the trainees had left the practice room.

He didn't linger. Soon, he moved his feet, preparing to leave.

"Chen Feng!"

Suddenly, Coach Lu's voice rang out.

Chen Feng was surprised, only then noticing the man standing at the glass door.

Looking along the flow, Coach Lu was of medium build, neither fat nor thin, about one meter seventy-eight tall.

Wearing a loose black short-sleeve shirt, with a square face, thick brows, and a broad forehead, hands clasped behind his back, his gaze calm.

"Coach Lu?" Chen Feng stopped in his tracks, somewhat confused.

"You've mastered Sanshou, haven't you?"

Coach Lu's gaze was sharp, getting straight to the point.

Somewhat surprised, but Chen Feng quickly recovered.

The other disciples couldn't tell because they lacked the eye and experience.

But Coach Lu had been teaching Sanshou here for over a decade, so he was certainly seasoned enough to gauge Chen Feng's progress.

"Yes."

With a slight nod, Chen Feng hadn't planned to hide it anyway.

He'd specifically searched online for similar cases before—the idea of a sudden epiphany did exist in martial arts circles, and it often garnered more attention.

If not for that, he wouldn't have dared to keep practicing in the academy.

"Good!"

With a smile, Coach Lu cut straight to the chase: "If I'm not mistaken, you want to become a Core Disciple of our Yan Wu Academy, right?"

"Mm!" Chen Feng nodded.

Most people in the training class probably did.

After all, this was the only chance for ordinary people to touch a Martial Dao School, the sole gateway into another circle.

"Then I'll be blunt—right now, you're no match for Xu Dongtai."

Coach Lu clasped his hands behind his back, sizing Chen Feng up from head to toe.

Seeing him silent, he assumed Chen Feng was unconvinced.

Coach Lu wasn't annoyed, instead explaining patiently: "Don't think that just because you're both proficient in Sanshou, you can go toe-to-toe with him."

"Look at Zheng Qiang and Yu Shan—they're also Sanshou masters, and what happened?"

"There are many factors that determine a fight's outcome: technique, physical condition, willpower—none can be lacking, understand?"

He paused, and seeing Chen Feng didn't argue, nodded in satisfaction before continuing: "Xu Dongtai has better natural talent than you, and his family conditions are good—he gets plenty of nutritional supplements daily, and he's hired other coaches for private guidance."

"If you really want to compete with him for the Core Disciple spot, I have only one suggestion."

Chen Feng met his gaze with confusion.

"Spend your free time learning another combat skill, and aim to reach the entry level."

"Preferably Judo or wrestling—something that focuses on strength and lower-body muscle training, to shore up your weaknesses and add another technique."

"Then, catch him off guard, and you might have a chance to win."

Hearing this, Chen Feng raised an eyebrow, surprised that Coach Lu would share so much with him.

Was it because of his Sanshu mastery?

"Alright, think it over yourself."

"Six days left. The final result is up to you."

With that, Coach Lu turned and walked away with a carefree stride.

Chen Feng thought for a moment, quickly called out a thank you to the coach, then headed to the locker room for a shower, changed clothes, and left the academy.

"It seems even Coach Lu thinks highly of Xu Dongtai's strength."

On the bus, standing in the crowded aisle, gripping the handrail tightly, Chen Feng's gaze shifted quietly.

Coach Lu's suggestion stuck in his mind—it was a path he'd already considered trying.

Improving after mastering Sanshou would only get harder. To make gains in a short period of time, picking up another martial art on the side was indeed a good choice.

If he could reach entry level, he'd not only gain another combat method but also feed back into his own growth, boosting his Four-Dimensional Attributes.

In that sense, Coach Lu's advice was spot on.

"Still, six days left—he's pretty confident in me."

Shaking his head, Chen Feng knew it was because his progress was too fast, revealing potential that drew attention.

Otherwise, Coach Lu wouldn't have given him private pointers.

"Maybe it's also a test."

"He might want to see if I was deliberately holding back before, or if I really had a sudden epiphany."

Pushing aside the thoughts, Chen Feng had a rough idea.

As the bus was about to pull into the stop, the sign for Yong Le Fu supermarket appeared not far down the street.

He stopped dwelling on it and quickly exited through the back door, leaving the platform.

Tap, tap!

With steady steps, it was 3:55.

He appeared at the supermarket entrance, even a little early.