Entering the training room, Chen Chuan saw Chen Xiaojin dressed in training clothes, working hard at his exercises.
A year apart had seen Chen Xiaojin grow quite a bit taller.
What he was practicing was precisely a method of exerting force Chen Chuan had asked Lu Fang to teach him before leaving.
It was a set of freehand techniques tailored specifically for him. During training, he only needed to coordinate his breathing with his exertion. Once he completed all fifty-six different force-release moves, it would effectively train every part of his body and stimulate every piece of Mutated Tissue within him.
In fact, as long as his nutrition and recovery could keep up, this method of exerting force could theoretically carry him all the way to the Third Limit.
Once this foundation was firmly laid, even when practicing other techniques, he could expand outward from it and turn them into something suited to himself, rather than being led astray by those techniques.
Without proper guidance, most Fighters had to go through this redundant, stumbling process, gradually finding the path most suitable for themselves through repeated adjustments.
There was no helping it. Not everyone could receive the guidance of a Fighter.
After watching for a while, Chen Chuan saw that Chen Xiaojin was clearly diligent. He completed every movement seriously, without the slightest bit of sloppiness.
He appeared to have reached the Second Limit already, but if he wanted to break through to the Third Limit at his current pace, even if everything went smoothly, it would take at least two or three years.
As for whether he could become a Fighter, that would depend on luck.
Chen Chuan hoped Chen Xiaojin could do it. If Chen Bitong had truly wanted to advance back then, he could have done so. But