Sparring and Agility Increase
Smack! Chen Sheng slapped Shi Jian, directly snapping him out of Sage Mode.
"Don't lose your mind here."
Shi Jian pulled a long face.
"But Brother Chen, you're seriously messing with my mentality!"
"One night of practice for you is worth one or two years of work for me."
"It's fine, it's fine." Chen Sheng patted Shi Jian's shoulder. "At least your talent for sensing qi is better than mine."
"Didn't you say it yourself last time? This is the age of Qi Sense Users."
"No matter how high your martial arts realm is, it's useless if your physical attributes can't keep up."
At that moment, Chen Sheng was profoundly grateful that Shi Jian did not know about the panel.
Otherwise,
he could hardly imagine the psychological trauma he would inflict on this young, burly man.
Hearing Chen Sheng's consolation, Shi Jian's expression eased somewhat.
He looked up at Chen Sheng.
"Brother Chen, what are you planning next? Are you going to learn the Twelve Form Fist, or—"
Chen Sheng shook his head.
"Not the Twelve Form Fist for now."
To be honest, Chen Sheng was not particularly interested in pure combat techniques.
What he wanted more were techniques like the Three-Body Stance, Five Elements Fist, or the Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound that he had yet to obtain—techniques that could rapidly improve his physical attributes.
The main reason he had come to this martial arts gym, where he could not fully cut loose, was to display his talent and see whether he could draw Li Xingwu's attention.
"Want to spar?"
"Our Five Elements Fist levels are about the same right now anyway."
The moment he heard that,
Shi Jian's eyes lit up.
He was fired up.
Chen Sheng had just thoroughly crushed him.
Given a chance to win back some face, he naturally could not ask for more.
Shi Jian immediately displayed agility that did not match his burly frame at all, springing up from the ground in one leap.
"Come on!"
He eagerly assumed a stance.
"Sure."
Chen Sheng chuckled.
Then,
he took a few steps back and began removing his Weighted Gear.
When the Weighted Gear on his torso, calves, and wrists had all been removed and hit the floor with a bang,
Shi Jian could not help swallowing.
"Brother Chen, you haven't been playing weak to bait a stronger opponent, have you?"
Chen Sheng rolled his eyes at him.
"I wish."
With that,
he moved to a spot three meters in front of Shi Jian and likewise assumed the San Ti Stance.
The two stood facing each other.
Chen Sheng knew that in terms of physical attributes, he was still inferior to Shi Jian.
Therefore,
he chose to attack first.
"Here I come!"
Whoosh! Chen Sheng kicked off the ground, shooting toward Shi Jian like an arrow.
Freed from the weights, his speed surged.
In the blink of an eye, he had rushed in front of Shi Jian.
His palms clenched into fists as he drove a right Crushing Fist straight at Shi Jian's abdomen.
"Good!"
Shi Jian shouted.
Without the slightest panic, he smashed down with a Splitting Fist! Smack! His fist struck Chen Sheng's wrist, instantly cutting off Chen Sheng's attack.
Chen Sheng's body jerked to a halt, and his offensive stopped dead.
His wrist went numb, and the force he had been building was immediately scattered.
But it was not over.
The instant Shi Jian dispersed Chen Sheng's force, his stance abruptly changed.
Bang! His eyes widened as he stepped forward and closed in!
Splitting transformed into Drilling!
His fist tore through the air, drilling fiercely toward Chen Sheng's ribs.
At the critical moment, Chen Sheng retreated half a step and threw a Horizontal Fist.
Bang! Fist and arm collided!
Both men retreated a step.
Chen Sheng shook his numb hand, baring his teeth in pain.
Shi Jian, meanwhile, stood there with a wide grin, laughing foolishly.
"Want another round, Brother Chen?"
Faced with Shi Jian's provocation, Chen Sheng felt no discouragement whatsoever.
Instead, the thrill from beating up the robber that morning surged back into his heart.
He shook out his hand and grinned as well.
"Again!"
In an instant, the two bodies collided once more.
Before long,
time slowly passed amid round after round of sparring.
Two hours later, Chen Sheng stood there covered in bruises, gritting his teeth in pain.
"You little punk, you hit pretty hard—hiss—"
Of course,
Chen Sheng had not been completely unable to fight back.
Shi Jian was likewise clutching his ribs, twitching every time he inhaled.
"Same... same to you. Brother Chen, you hit even dirtier. Ow~"
Chen Sheng's Drilling Fist had struck the exact spot Wu Ran had injured the day before, which was why it had been so effective.
The two sat on the Martial Arts Training Field, looked at each other's battered state, and burst out laughing in unison.
Only to pull at their injuries again and cry out in pain at the same time.
During the break, Chen Sheng summoned the panel.
Three-Body Stance lv2: 15/5000 Xingyi Five Elements Fist lv1: 10/2000
During the sparring, both Xingyi skills had gained proficiency.
It was just that the increase was far too slow.
Fortunately, Chen Sheng had never expected to level up through hard training alone.
But aside from proficiency, Chen Sheng had made an unexpected discovery.
It was his agility attribute.
Two hours of sparring had actually raised Chen Sheng's agility by 0.07, while his other two attributes had also risen by 0.01 each. At first, Chen Sheng had been somewhat puzzled.
But after thinking it over carefully, he immediately understood why.
The Xingyi Five Elements Fist had mutually generating and restraining relationships between its forms.
During sparring, he had to constantly consider how to break his opponent's moves, as well as how to combine his own.
As a result, this sparring session had greatly trained Chen Sheng's sensory abilities and neural reactions.
This meant that all three attributes now had their own training methods.
The weight that had been pressing on Chen Sheng's heart finally lifted.
He immediately felt a wave of relief.
Even the pain in his body seemed to lessen somewhat.
"Shi Tou, one more hour!"
As he spoke,
Chen Sheng assumed his stance again.
"Don't!"
But Shi Jian directly raised a hand, stopping him.
"Big brother, you might not be tired, but I am."
"And sparring with several Personal Disciples is about to start. Can't you let me rest for a while?"
Hearing this,
Chen Sheng could only give up reluctantly.
"What kind of monster is he? How does he have even more energy than I do?"
Only after Chen Sheng returned to rest some distance away did Shi Jian mutter quietly.
During the fight just now, his nerves had been taut every moment.
Now that he relaxed, his mind felt unbearably heavy, as though it could barely function.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing, nothing. I was talking to myself."
Clearly,
although Shi Jian's physical attributes were stronger than Chen Sheng's, he did not have a panel and could not recover from neural fatigue while fighting as Chen Sheng could.
Chen Sheng spread his arms and lay directly on the Martial Arts Training Field.
Shi Jian was very strong.
And Chen Sheng was certain that Shi Jian had not used his full strength.
Otherwise, considering Shi Jian's martial arts level of obvious force, Chen Sheng probably would not have lasted three exchanges.
But even so, every spot on Chen Sheng's body that Shi Jian had struck still throbbed faintly.
His arms, in particular, would not stop trembling.
Shi Jian was already this strong.
Then how terrifying must Wu Ran be, to have beaten Shi Jian so thoroughly that he could not fight back even while suppressing his physical attributes? At that moment, Chen Sheng suddenly understood why Li Xingwu valued Wu Ran so highly.
If he were merely an ordinary Qi Sense User, he probably would not even have the desire to chase after a genius like Wu Ran.
But Chen Sheng did not feel the slightest bit dejected.
On the contrary,
his gaze grew ever more resolute.
He wanted to become stronger.
Far stronger than Wu Ran, Guo Yang, and even Li Xingwu!
He believed that as long as he persisted,
that result was inevitable.
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