"Mastered the Tiger Form in a single day?"
Inside the Practice Room, Cao Tong watched Chen Feng practice his stance and punches, surprise flashing through his eyes.
He had known the other person's talent was high, but he truly had not expected him to master the Tiger Form in just one day.
"Martial Awakening. It must be Martial Awakening, one hundred percent."
If he had still harbored some doubts before and believed further verification was needed, that thought vanished now.
Now, Cao Tong was completely certain.
A sharp gleam flashed in his eyes. He felt the Martial Arts Hall had truly struck gold this time.
Once he reported this to the elders, he might even receive some rewards for the recommendation.
"Good, very good."
"As expected of my, Cao Tong's, fanboy!"
The more he thought about it, the happier Cao Tong became. He could not help but heavily pat the shoulder of a Core Disciple beside him, making the other man grimace in pain.
Chen Feng knew nothing of this.
He simply continued practicing his stance and punches in silence until noon drew near.
No progress prompt appeared. Though he was soaked through and waves of fatigue washed over him, nothing changed.
"When I first started, I could still gain 1 point of progress in a morning."
"Now it seemed the Tiger Form really was much more difficult. It would probably take a whole day to raise it by 1 point."
Shaking his head at his own talent once more, Chen Feng exhaled and walked to the resting area by the floor-to-ceiling windows. He picked up his sports bottle and gulped down water.
Gulp!
Gulp!
The cool water eased some of his fatigue and heat.
As sweat trickled down, Chen Feng could clearly feel the aching, swollen soreness in every