After mid-October, Cheng Zitong checked on Chen Chuan's training progress and told him optimistically that, judging by his current level, he might only need until the end of this month—at the latest, early to mid-November—to master the power technique.
Once this commission was completed, he could begin applying for an Arms Certificate.
However, Cheng Zitong also reminded him that after the First Limit, mutated tissue growth would usually slow down, and it would need to be observed for a period afterward.
For some people, their mutated tissue would slow and then stop. For others, after continuing through a low-growth period, it would begin growing again, as though that had merely been a stage of adjustment and storing strength. He needed to pay special attention to that possibility. If that happened, he would have to prepare to enter the next limit ahead of time.
Chen Chuan himself did not know what would happen, because he had been sustained entirely by uninterrupted Breathing Method practice rather than any innate "talent." Theoretically, twenty-four hours of basic Breathing Method practice was the peak. Beyond that, it might no longer be able to stimulate further growth.
In fact, that was only the most optimistic estimate. It was quite possible that the Breathing Method's effects would gradually weaken before he reached that point.
What should he do after that? Rely on medicine? Or some other method? It was still early to consider such things, but he could already start keeping an eye out.
On this Rest Day, he began preparing for the second commission Cheng Zitong had arranged for him.
This time, Ren Xiaotian was still taking him along.
After ten in the morning, he received a call from Ren Xiaotian. He went downstairs, and the moment he stepped outside, he spotted the familiar SUV parked