Yan Wu Academy

At seven thirty in the morning.

Chen Feng got up, brushed his teeth, turned on the induction cooker, boiled water, and steamed some eggs.

Any thought of going back to sleep had vanished. He simply could not fall asleep.

He took a carton of milk from the refrigerator and warmed it in the microwave. As usual, he finished breakfast with two eggs, a slice of bread, and a carton of milk.

Perhaps because his physical condition had improved somewhat, Chen Feng could tell that his appetite had grown too.

Over the past week, this kind of breakfast had usually left him ninety percent full.

But now, it seemed to leave him only eighty percent full?

"Strong muscles need enough protein to maintain themselves."

"Accordingly, the higher one's physical condition, the more nutrition the body needs to sustain it."

Chen Feng was not surprised that his appetite had increased, because it fully proved that he really was getting stronger.

For a time, he looked forward even more to his progress in sanshou.

He even wondered whether his Four-Dimensional Attributes would increase again if his proficiency broke through to the next level.

"I really want it to be evening already."

His eyes shone brightly. This was the first time Chen Feng had felt such eagerness.

Then, taking advantage of the morning hours,

he took out his phone again and checked nearby job listings. It was not until one in the afternoon that he changed into a black short-sleeved shirt and long pants before leaving the house.

Tall buildings stood on both sides, and people flowed through the streets.

Horns blared from time to time as gasoline cars and electric vehicles traveled along the road.

Everything looked very similar to Earth, but Chen Feng knew that this was no longer the time and space he had once known.

First came the technology.

Chen Feng looked over and saw a red sedan with two wing-like wheels speeding through the air from the roadside in the distance. It hovered two meters above the ground, pale blue flames spraying from its rear.

With a whoosh!

The skirts of passersby flew up, and even the wigs of a few middle-aged men were blown away.

"Damn it, it's those flying car punks again!"

"Fucking unlucky!"

The obvious speeding drew plenty of attention. Before long, a similarly shaped blue-and-white vehicle belonging to the Security Bureau gave chase, flames spraying from it as well.

Flying cars.

A technological creation of this world.

They could travel on the ground like ordinary sedans, but they could also activate Flight Mode, spread their wings, and fly at high speed several meters above the ground.

That alone exceeded Chen Feng's understanding from his previous life. This world was far more advanced than Earth.

Besides that,

Chen Feng crossed the road along the sidewalk and looked up at the enormous electronic screen on a high-rise building.

A City Boxing Tournament was being broadcast live. On the screen, two strong, burly men were battling atop a ring.

Their fists struck flesh, and many passersby stopped to watch.

"City Boxing Tournament."

Chen Feng's eyes flickered as he thought of another difference in this world.

Bipolar Hegemony, Multi-Power Alliance.

The Chi Kingdom where he lived was one of the two poles. It had an imperial system and stood in opposition to the western Platinum Federation.

After a world war known as the Yaoguang Revolution, technology had developed at a tremendous pace, and peace had lasted for one hundred and twenty years.

Perhaps because of this, fighting competitions were especially prosperous in this world.

From the most primitive violence, the fights of amateur enthusiasts,

to the distinctions between Martial Dao Schools, the duels of professional Martial Artists.

From low to high: Amateur Ninth Dan, Professional Seventh Grade.

As long as a competition was related to martial arts, it was bound to attract tremendous attention and offer exceptionally high prize money.

Because of this, there were many martial arts halls in this world, and the number of martial arts enthusiasts far surpassed that of Earth in his previous life.

Tap, tap!

As the thought flashed through his mind, Chen Feng had already stepped up to the martial arts hall.

The sign bearing the words Yan Wu Academy stretched across the wall of the second floor. Looking through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he could see figures moving inside—at least several dozen people.

Some trained their physical fitness, some used equipment, some practiced movements, and some struck sandbags. It presented quite a lively scene.

Rustle!

Without wasting time, Chen Feng pushed open the glass door and walked in. Before long, he went to the locker room and changed his clothes.

"Chen Feng!"

Someone greeted him, and Chen Feng nodded in acknowledgment.

The other person was thin, stood one meter seventy-eight tall, and had shaggy long hair. His name was Lin Hao.

He had been a trainee at the martial arts hall during the same period as the original owner of Chen Feng's body, so they were barely familiar with each other.

"I didn't see you yesterday?" Chen Feng replied casually.

"Heh, I had something to do yesterday, so I took leave." Lin Hao smiled as he gestured with his lips toward several figures on the practice field.

"Look over there. Xu Dongtai was really ruthless. He knocked Zheng Qiang down with just two punches."

Chen Feng looked along the flow and saw a sturdy young man sprawled on the ground, his face bruised and swollen in a miserable state.

In contrast, the other person standing on the field looked incomparably smug.

He was nearly one meter eighty-five tall, with a crew cut and a silver stud in his left ear. His gaze was intimidating.

His muscular body was particularly eye-catching. His thick arms hung beside him, and simply standing there made people feel unable to breathe.

"What happened?"

"Ah, they got into an argument. Zheng Qiang was asking for it too. Why did he have to provoke Xu Dongtai?"

"And it was a sparring match in the ring. Even the coach could not say much about it." Lin Hao answered briefly, shaking his head as he finished.

Chen Feng understood, but he did not offer any opinion.

Xu Dongtai had excellent physical talent. The coach had praised his fighting talent more than once, and his progress in sanshou far exceeded that of ordinary people.

But yet, he was difficult to get along with and had long been used to throwing his weight around in the training class.

"What are you looking at? Do you all want to trade a few moves with my Dong Ge?"

"Come on, get up on the ring and practice!"

Xu Dongtai's lackey shouted loudly, glaring at several people, including Chen Feng.

Most people did not want to cause trouble and endured it silently. After helping Zheng Qiang up, they continued practicing their punches.

"Tsk, tsk. That Zhou Xin really knows how to throw his weight around under someone else's protection."

Lin Hao clicked his tongue and cursed. Then he saw Chen Feng turn around and walk alone toward a corner.

"What are you doing?"

"Practicing."

Chen Feng answered calmly, paying no attention to interference from the outside world.

There was only one reason for every disadvantage.

Weakness.

So he only wanted to practice his punches and quietly grow stronger.

Huff!

After doing a few simple stretches and movements, his warm-up was over.

Chen Feng stood where he was and took a deep breath.

He gripped his five fingers tightly and, following his insights and memories, threw out his right arm.

Whoosh!

His fist shot straight out, his elbow slightly bent.

The most basic straight punch.

But unlike before, Chen Feng could feel much more clearly this time how smoothly he was generating force.

It was just like all the muscles in his body had been drawn into motion, as the strength of his waist and back erupted together.

His eyes lit up. Without stopping, he stepped forward and threw a left punch.

Whoosh!

His elbow bent noticeably as he delivered a standard left hook.

As his fist shot out, Chen Feng fully realized the difference between sanshou before and after entering the beginner level.

The former could only be called barely mastering the movements, with uncoordinated force generation.

The latter, however, meant truly grasping the principles behind the movements, allowing every punch to engage more muscle groups.

Having fully adapted to the changes after entering the beginner level of sanshou,

Chen Feng threw himself into practicing his punches and kicks. Before long, he was immersed in training alone.

"This guy... why does it feel like he's improved by quite a bit?"

Lin Hao was somewhat surprised, but since he was a rookie himself, he could not be sure.

Time passed like this. Beads of sweat slid down one after another, gradually soaking Chen Feng's clothes.

During that time, some people began resting when their muscles grew sore, while others continued gritting their teeth and persevering.

At the same time, Coach Lu from the sanshou training class quietly appeared. He observed everyone's practice and occasionally offered guidance.

His gaze lingered briefly on Xu Dongtai. Seeing the wind whistle with Xu Dongtai's punches and the imposing force behind them, he nodded inwardly.

"Xu Dongtai's talent is indeed good. He's already at the level of Amateur Fourth Dan. Perhaps he has a chance of passing the assessment."

"But this kid is too wild. He even injured Zheng Qiang today."

Coach Lu shook his head, withdrew his gaze, and turned the matter over in his mind.

At that moment, quite a few people were resting.

Chen Feng, still focused on practicing in the corner, made him glance over unconsciously.

"Oh? He's entered the beginner level of sanshou."

He was not too surprised. He had long seen that Chen Feng was not far from reaching the beginner level.

But

"He is diligent, though. What a pity. His talent is just a little lacking."

Among these trainees, entering the beginner level of sanshou could only be considered average. It was not particularly outstanding.

Coach Lu shook his head slightly and soon quietly left again.