Inside the martial arts room.
Lu Chenzhou imitated Hong Fu, practicing punches on the wooden stakes. Before he knew it, an hour had passed. Drenched in sweat, he looked toward the Martial Dao Tree, but no new martial art had appeared. This time, he had witnessed the difficulty of the Tiger Venerable Fist.
If it had been any other third-rate Tiger Form Fist, with his current Tiger Form foundation, he would have mastered the basics within an hour. Rather than being discouraged, he grew even more expectant.
Hong Fu had gotten excited and was not yet satisfied. He felt Lu Chenzhou was learning faster than he had expected. This kid truly had good comprehension—he was a teachable talent.
He took the initiative to ask:
"You still haven't used up your five hours of one-on-one lessons this week, right?"
"I've been saving them. I wanted to learn a new fist technique from you."
Hong Fu was overjoyed upon hearing this and said with a smile:
"Then let's continue. Are you tired?"
"Not tired. I'm not satisfied yet!"
"Good, good, good! Then let's finish it in one go. Let me see where your limit lies. If you can master the basics of the Tiger Venerable Fist today, I'll privately give you three one-on-one lessons next week... Don't tell the other students, all right?"
Lu Chenzhou was holding back a surge of determination as well.
"Thank you, Teacher!"
He wanted to see just how difficult this Tiger Venerable Fist was.
Like himself, Hong Fu was someone who purely loved martial arts. Hong Fu was even more extreme, loving only Tiger Form Fist. The two of them felt a certain mutual appreciation.
Lu Chenzhou was very fortunate.
Ever since he began practicing martial arts, Shi Ruyu, Ji Xuantong, Hong Fu... they had all been