The wind from their fists surged through the room, making the indoor air howl.
Seeing how exquisite Meng Chuan's boxing was, Luo Guanyun's eyes revealed a trace of gratification. Then he raised his hand and met him with Luo Family Eight Extremities at the perfected level.
As the creator of the boxing art, his seemingly casual parries always managed to deftly dissolve Meng Chuan's attacks.
Second by second, time passed.
"Good, your foundation is solid!"
"What are you panicking for? If you're blocked, use soft force to drill through!"
"Good!"
The more Meng Chuan fought, the more immersed he became. The techniques in his hands shifted without pause, sometimes vigorous and powerful, sometimes soft as flowing water.
Then, during one fierce exchange of fists, he felt an unprecedented sense of free-flowing ease surge through his body.
The forms and sequences in his hands instantly became smoother. Details of transitions that he had previously been unsure of now came naturally.
Actual combat was the best teacher for boxing. At that moment, Luo Family Eight Extremities successfully broke through to the proficient level!
After several dozen more exchanges, the two separated, and Meng Chuan withdrew his stance.
Luo Guanyun looked at his personal disciple, his face filled with gratification and emotion.
"You've reached proficiency, haven't you? At your pace, even your teacher feels ashamed of himself."
Meng Chuan hurriedly gave Luo Guanyun a martial salute.
"This is all thanks to Teacher Luo's careful instruction. Without Teacher Luo, Meng Chuan would never have made this breakthrough today."
Luo Guanyun waved a hand and smiled.
"You're such a modest child."
"Teaching is only one part of it. More importantly, it's your own talent and hard work. Now that your boxing has reached proficiency, don't grow proud and complacent. The realms of mastery and perfection