Embodying Myriad Traits, I Will Ultimately Become Immortal

"Sis Ru might be on her period lately. We should be understanding of her."

After changing into her training uniform, Liu Ru arrived at the training ground. Several male trainees whose movements had been quite standard immediately began throwing punches all crooked and lopsided the moment they saw her.

"Ah, these punches are so hard to throw. Sis Ru, come help me out."

Liu Ru had been deeply anxious lately over taking on a disciple, but she remained highly professional. Hearing this, she immediately walked over and taught him hand in hand.

Meng Chuan practiced Cannon Fist against the wooden training dummy. He wanted to break through to the proficient realm as soon as possible.

Although sparring with someone increased proficiency faster, everyone said Sis Ru was unwell. It would not be appropriate to ask her to feed him moves right now. He should wait until she recovered.

After correcting the improper stances of several trainees, Liu Ru unconsciously walked over to Meng Chuan's side.

Meng Chuan was exceptionally focused when practicing his fist art. His mind was entirely on the sequence of techniques. Even when his attention occasionally wandered, all he thought about was proficiency +1 +1 +1. He did not notice someone approaching from behind.

Liu Ru was also an expert in Xingyi. Watching him hammer the wooden dummy with punch after punch, his improvement visible to the naked eye, made her feelings even more complicated.

I'm afraid I have no chance. If the master can't even take in Little Meng, then I have even less hope.

Cheer up. Teach well and let the master see my effort. Maybe he'll be willing to give me a little more guidance.

Liu Ru had never considered giving up the path of martial arts. With Little Meng around, if she had no chance of becoming Master Luo's personal disciple, then she would simply seek another path and find a new way.

She believed that all paths in this world shared the same origin and led home by different roads. As long as she did not give up, there would come a day when she became a Martial Artist.

"Come on, Liu Ru! You're the best!"

Liu Ru encouraged herself inwardly, and her spirits visibly improved.

Meng Chuan finally noticed someone watching him practice from behind. When he turned around, he found that it was Sis Ru.

Seeing that she seemed in good spirits, Meng Chuan promptly extended an invitation.

"Sis Ru, exchange a few moves with me and help me practice Cannon Fist."

"Sure!"

Liu Ru laughed brightly.

Cannon Fist: Beginner (82%) → (97%)

"Awesome! Sparring really does raise proficiency faster."

Liu Ru was far stronger than he was. While sparring with her, Meng Chuan could attack without restraint, throwing punches as freely as he pleased without having to hold back for fear of injuring her.

After sparring with Liu Ru for over an hour, he had gained 15% proficiency. He was only a tiny bit away from breaking through to proficient.

Meng Chuan had wanted to practice a while longer and break through in one burst of effort, but several trainees kept staring at him with resentment written all over their faces.

Understanding what they meant, he could not keep monopolizing Liu Ru.

"Let's call it here for today, Sis Ru. Thank you!"

Meng Chuan bowed in thanks.

"It's nothing. Teaching you all is my job to begin with."

Liu Ru waved her hand to tell him not to stand on ceremony, then turned to teach the other trainees.

Luo Guanyun had not come at all today. Meng Chuan had originally planned to demonstrate his limit-breaking National Obligatory Basic Fist Art for him, but it seemed he could only wait until tomorrow.

I'll keep working the wooden dummy. With One Proof, Eternal Proof, there's no such thing as a breakthrough bottleneck for me. I'll grind out this last 3% no matter what!

Five in the afternoon.

Meng Chuan wiped the sweat from his forehead as a prompt came from the martial arts panel.

Cannon Fist: Beginner (100%) → Proficient (1%)

"It worked."

Just as he had guessed, as long as he threw punches, he would improve. There would always be progress.

Even if the proficiency gained grew smaller and smaller, he would never stagnate. As long as he kept punching, breaking through that 100% was inevitable.

Normally, when a martial art broke through into the next stage, there would be a bottleneck period. Depending on the gap in one's physique and comprehension, that bottleneck could be long or short.

Though it was only a third-tier fist art, unless one possessed excellent natural aptitude, one would inevitably have to endure and grind for a while. Only when inspiration flashed forth could one seize that chance and break through.

He needed to return early today. Although his encounter with the Heavenly Demon last time had allowed him to break his limits, its dangers were still vivid in his mind.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was in the blood vitality testing room, Meng Chuan went in and tested himself again.

With Cannon Fist reaching proficient, he had successfully broken two.

Blood Vitality: 2.11

"Great! Keep working hard!"

Every drop of sweat was answered, giving him endless motivation.

Meng Chuan decided that after returning home, he would practice Cannon Fist for another two hours, then finish off a perfect day with stance training.

The moment he got home, his uncle Meng Yongzhi handed him the phone.

"Your Master Luo happens to be looking for you. Hurry and come over."

Meng Chuan took off his shoes and socks, walked over, and accepted the phone.

"Hello, Master."

"Yes, Little Meng. Come to my training room tomorrow morning at ten. I've called people from the Martial Arts Association over. Don't be late."

The call ended after Meng Chuan agreed. Master Luo had probably found experts from the Martial Arts Association to assess his National Obligatory Basic Fist Art.

Opening his computer and logging into the Martial Arts Association's official website, Meng Chuan found the latest reward policy in the announcements regarding the optimization of martial arts incentive measures.

After examining it carefully, his spirits soared.

In this era, where everyone practiced martial arts, the state would not shortchange talented people capable of optimizing martial arts.

For a universally taught fist art like National Obligatory Basic Fist Art, the starting reward alone was in the millions. There would also be a special-class honorary certificate, which was very useful for earning extra points on martial arts examinations.

Meng Chuan could not help but look forward to it. The panel would not be wrong. He had truly broken through the limits of National Obligatory Basic Fist Art. As long as he demonstrated it step by step, he would certainly gain the recognition of the master and the Martial Arts Association.

No more Cannon Fist for now. I'll practice National Obligatory Basic Fist Art more. Tomorrow, I'll make sure to perform it beautifully!

Early the next morning, Meng Chuan waited in the martial arts hall with apprehension in his heart.

At ten o'clock, Meng Chuan steadied himself and entered the master's private training room.

Meng Chuan noticed a tall, thin man sitting side by side with the master inside the training room.

The man was gaunt all over, lacking the solid, muscular build of a martial artist like Master Luo. Only his hands had unusually thick knuckles, like a pair of eagle claws. The teacup he held looked especially tiny in them.

When Meng Chuan entered, the tall, thin man glanced at him. It was only a casual look, yet Meng Chuan felt as though he had been targeted by a predator in the sky.

What a powerful presence.

Judging solely by his presence, this man was no weaker than the master. Yet Meng Chuan still felt that Master Luo had looked even stronger when he commanded thunder and drew lightning.

Luo Guanyun beckoned to him.

"Meng Chuan, come over and sit down first."

Meng Chuan sat directly opposite the tall, thin man. In that instant, he felt as if an enormous eagle soaring above the nine heavens sat across from him.

The tall, thin man was not deliberately releasing pressure. Rather, the aura carried by a limit-breaking powerhouse instinctively caused ordinary people to have such illusions.

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Luo Guanyun broke the silence.

"Old Bai, what do you think of this kid? Not bad, right?"

The tall, thin man nodded in approval.

"Not bad. Though still young, he already carries the bearing of a great master."

Luo Guanyun introduced him to Meng Chuan.

"This is Iron Palm Eagle King Bai Junfeng, vice president of the Yong'an Branch of the Martial Arts Association, and also my classmate and close friend from university."

"You can call him Senior Bai. He currently specializes in reviewing and assessing martial arts optimization ratings for the Martial Arts Association.

"We're all one of our own here, so don't worry about anything else. Just demonstrate your National Obligatory Basic Fist Art properly."

There was an unquestionable domineering air in Luo Guanyun's words, which reassured Meng Chuan greatly.

"Greetings, Senior Bai."

Meng Chuan greeted him.

Bai Junfeng nodded, then spoke.

"Meng Chuan, you don't need to call me Senior. It makes us sound distant. I'm close friends with your Master Luo, so just call me Uncle Bai."

"I heard from Luo Guanyun that you broke through the perfected realm of National Obligatory Basic Fist Art. That's why I specially made time to come from out of town and verify it. If it's true, I can guarantee you right now that not a single reward from the martial arts optimization talent incentive program will be missing."

Hearing this, Meng Chuan was not overly excited and remained calm.

"Alright, Uncle Bai. I'll give it my all."

He knew that the greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment. If Senior Bai did not consider his limit-breaking National Obligatory Basic Fist Art an upgraded version born from optimization, then no matter how generous the rewards were, they would be useless.