Embodying Myriad Traits, I Will Ultimately Become Immortal — Part 2

National Obligatory Basic Fist Art: Beginner (1%)—Awaiting Limit Break

Limit-Breaking Trait: One Proof, Eternal Proof (Super)

After he finished reading, the small words on the panel vanished.

At the same time, a faint message seemed to enter his mind from somewhere beyond perception, telling him what this was.

Martial Arts Limit-Breaking Panel

Practice any martial art in the world. Once it reached perfection, continue practicing until breaking its limit, ultimately unlocking the corresponding trait.

Four-year-old Meng Chuan blinked. Once he gathered his thoughts again, the panel appeared before his eyes.

The top recorded his current progress. Like a game interface, there was nothing much to see.

What Meng Chuan focused on was the Limit-Breaking Trait displayed at the bottom: One Proof, Eternal Proof.

One Proof, Eternal Proof meant that once something was gained, it would never be lost again.

If he obtained it, then even if he only did two sets of dumbbell exercises every day to build muscle—

The newly grown, stronger muscles on the next day—

Would remain permanently under the effect of One Proof, Eternal Proof, never deteriorating because of future laziness.

Applied to martial arts, it meant that talent and bone structure would no longer be limitations.

Every drop of his sweat would leave its mark upon his body and never be shed in vain!

The word "Super" was marked after One Proof, Eternal Proof, proving that this was a powerful trait certified by the panel rather than something he had merely imagined.

Meng Chuan's memories of his previous life ended in the late autumn when he was twenty-six, when he had been hit by a truck.

In this life, with the memories of his past life, Meng Chuan understood that in this world where martial arts reigned supreme—

Possessing this panel meant possessing a future.

Back when he was four, Meng Chuan had secretly sworn that he would pay any price to grind out One Proof, Eternal Proof first!

"Then I'll start with One Proof, Eternal Proof. In this life, I swear I'll ascend to the heavens and see just how high the sky truly is!"

He was now sixteen years old and had practiced the National Obligatory Basic Fist Art for a full twelve years.

It still had not broken its limit, remaining stuck at the final 1% for two whole years.

Yet Meng Chuan had never once considered giving up. The longer he remained stuck, the more he looked forward to One Proof, Eternal Proof.

Still, whenever he occasionally saw his classmates practicing Xingyi or Image Form Fist—

And heard them discussing how much their Blood Qi had risen that day, a flicker of emotion would pass through his heart.

But he would quickly pull himself together again.

Because the charm of One Proof, Eternal Proof had already quietly revealed itself during this two-year bottleneck.

If I had One Proof, Eternal Proof now, I probably would have broken through that final one percent long ago.

At 7:15 p.m., Meng Chuan finished his fist practice for the day. The panel's progress was still stuck at 99%.

He quickly packed up his things and left. He had finished early today.

Auntie was waiting for him at home alone. He could not let her grow anxious.

Yong'an Police Bureau Family Compound.

Meng Chuan took out his key, unlocked the door, and entered. Auntie stood in the kitchen, calling for him to hurry over and sit at the dining table.

Meng Chuan briefly cleaned himself up in the bathroom, then went to the kitchen to help Auntie carry out the dishes.

"Your uncle is working overtime at the police bureau today, so he won't be coming home for dinner. It's just the two of us."

"Braised hairtail and stir-fried pork with walnuts. Eat more."

Meng Chuan understood what Auntie meant. He was already sixteen and still insisted on practicing the basic fist art, making him well-known throughout the compound.

Even if Auntie did not understand martial arts, she had heard plenty of gossip behind his back. Naturally, she wanted to give his brain more nourishment.

Meng Chuan said helplessly,

"Auntie, I'm not stupid. You don't need to come up with different ways to nourish my brain every day.

"Tell Uncle to return those Nine Walnuts almond drinks he bought. I really don't need them."

Auntie scolded him fondly,

"You're not stupid? Other people's children are practicing Tiger Fist and Dragon Fist, while you're still doing that child's fist.

"The old ladies next door all say that your talent is better than theirs, but your brain just won't catch on. They told me to get you more brain-nourishing food."

Meng Chuan wore a helpless expression. The National Obligatory Basic Fist Art was universally acknowledged as a child's fist, something only children practiced.

But only he knew that breaking its limit would allow him to comprehend the One Proof, Eternal Proof trait.

Unable to resist Auntie continually putting walnuts into his bowl, Meng Chuan had no choice but to eat them all.

Ever since he entered high school, every meal had consisted of brain-nourishing fare like fish, shrimp, and walnuts. He was truly reaching his limit.

After dinner, Meng Chuan volunteered to wash the dishes. Then Auntie suddenly spoke in the dining room.

"Chuan'er, your uncle signed you up for sixty classes at Infinite Martial Arts Academy. Keep the membership card safe and don't lose it."

"Tomorrow is Saturday. Go try it out and see how it feels. Talk more with the other students at the academy. Don't just bottle yourself up and practice fist arts alone."

Auntie did not give him the chance to refuse, directly stuffing the card into his pocket.

Meng Chuan's complicated emotions were beyond words.

Although Uncle worked for the government, he was only an ordinary patrol officer. He did not earn much, yet he still had to support the entire family.

Since ancient times, scholars came from poor families while martial artists came from wealthy ones. Meng Chuan had heard from classmates that sixty classes at Infinite Martial Arts Academy cost sixty thousand yuan. It was no small expense.

The Golden Card in Meng Chuan's hand felt exceptionally hot.

"Auntie, Uncle, he..."

Before Meng Chuan could finish, she interrupted him.

"This was your uncle's idea. Take it and use it. Just practice your fist arts properly.

"If Infinite Martial Arts Academy can steer your mind back onto the right path, then Auntie will think the money was well spent!"

Meng Chuan scratched his head with an awkward smile, inwardly making up his mind.

Once he made something of himself, he would definitely repay Auntie and Uncle for their kindness.

"Go practice your fist arts. Practice a little less today and rest early. Get up early tomorrow and leave a good impression on the instructor at the academy."

Auntie Xue Na snatched away the bowls and chopsticks and began washing them, the conflict in her heart gradually fading away.

She had originally been reluctant to get Meng Chuan a martial arts academy membership. Ever since she married Meng Yongzhi, the two of them had lived in the police bureau family compound.

She wanted to save money to buy a large, spacious house.

Later, after Meng Yongzhi repeatedly persuaded her, she finally came around.

"Chuan'er doesn't have poor bone structure, and he works so hard. He's just too stubborn and is putting his effort in the wrong place.

"If we find him a good teacher and properly correct him, then when he gets into Martial University and becomes a martial artist, what kind of house wouldn't Chuan'er be able to buy for you?"

Martial artist was the title given to warriors who broke through the Nine Blood Qi Gates. In ancient times, they would have been regarded as land-bound immortals.

It was also because people's physical qualities had continuously improved through natural selection—

And because martial arts techniques had been constantly refined and upgraded—that the number of martial artists had risen year after year, far exceeding that of ancient times.

But that did not mean everyone could become a martial artist simply through hard work.

Even now, it remained like an army of thousands trying to cross a single-log bridge.

Because the most important things were not the ninety-nine percent sweat, but the one percent bone structure and comprehension.

Comprehension was one's ability to grasp new martial arts and gain insight during breakthroughs.

For now, it remained an intangible concept that could not be verified by scientific instruments.

Bone structure was different. Generally speaking, it was fixed from birth.

A Martial Arts Grandmaster could determine it by feeling the bones, while others could have it tested with modern instruments.

As for whether bone structure could later be altered or enhanced through certain Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, ordinary people neither knew nor had access to such things.

In general, bone structure was divided into four grades: superior, upper, middle, and lower.

These were further adjusted according to specific fluctuations, resulting in categories such as upper-middle and lower-middle.

People with lower-grade bone structure made up the overwhelming majority. Reaching lower-middle grade was enough to earn someone the title of a minor genius in Yong'an City.

Some of Yong'an Martial Arts University's top students had middle-grade or lower-middle-grade bone structure. Few with lower-grade bone structure could gain admission.