Who is digging their own grave?

Fang Chen was practicing the Whirlwind Blade Technique with his long saber.

[Whirlwind Blade Technique Proficiency +1]!

Inside the house, Father Fang and Fang Ting were unaware of what was happening at the martial arts school.

Fang Chen had no intention of telling them; it would only cause them more worry.

It was better to practice his skills diligently and surprise them with news of his breakthrough later.

Once he broke through, he could take a position in a gang to earn money or become an escort for an escort agency.

Fang Chen had always wanted to see what kind of demonic creatures existed in this world.

When he had the strength, he could join a caravan and explore a bit.

Clearing his mind, Fang Chen continued to practice the Whirlwind Blade Technique.

[Whirlwind Blade Technique Proficiency +1]!

As his proficiency increased, Fang Chen could feel the "order within chaos" state of the Whirlwind Blade Technique more and more, his understanding deepening continuously.

The day after the bet was established.

Jiang Qiutong came to find Fang Chen.

With her tall, upright posture, she approached and said, "Junior Brother Fang, if you can put aside your pride now and admit it was just a joke back then."

"Perhaps I can plead with Wang Yanshan for you, so you won't end up crippled."

Fang Chen was slightly taken aback, not expecting Jiang Qiutong to suddenly speak to him.

But judging by her tone, Jiang Qiutong seemed to have his best interests at heart.

Fang Chen shook his head and smiled, "Thank you for your kindness, Senior Sister, but I don't need it."

Jiang Qiutong frowned, helpless. "You still think you're going to win?"

Fang Chen nodded and said no more.

Seeing that he was no longer paying attention, Jiang Qiutong felt resigned, thinking Fang Chen was too stubborn and cared too much about saving face.

She sighed softly, turned, and strode away.

Fang Chen continued his practice as if nothing had happened. A day passed in the blink of an eye, and the discussions about the bet had lessened today.

On the third day after the bet was established, Song Ming was also preparing to break through to the Second Realm.

Master Hong was personally overseeing it again, and Song Ming had also made thorough preparations.

Many disciples were speculating whether Song Ming could successfully break through.

Wang Yanshan was also paying close attention.

In fact, Wang Yanshan was probably the one who least wanted Song Ming to break through.

After all, he had failed his own breakthrough just a few days ago. If Song Ming succeeded this time, it would make him look even more useless.

But Wang Yanshan also knew in his heart that Song Ming had true top-tier aptitude, and breaking through to the Second Realm shouldn't be difficult for him.

After some time, Song Ming walked out with a confident expression.

Seeing their Senior Brother Song like this, the many disciples knew he had likely succeeded in his breakthrough!

The disciples congratulated him one after another.

"Congratulations, Senior Brother Song, on your successful breakthrough!"

"Congratulations, Senior Brother Song, on your successful breakthrough!"

At this moment, Wang Yanshan stepped forward unwillingly.

"Congratulations, Senior Brother Song, on your successful breakthrough. I am not as good as you."

Song Ming smiled.

"It's alright, Junior Brother Wang. Adjust your state, and your second attempt will surely succeed."

A smile appeared on Wang Yanshan's face.

"I hope so."

At this point, Song Ming walked towards Fang Chen.

Fang Chen didn't understand and ignored him, continuing to practice the Tiger Subduing Fist he hadn't finished yet.

Seeing that Fang Chen had no intention of stopping, Song Ming smiled.

"Junior Brother Fang is truly diligent and hardworking. It's a pity your aptitude is a bit lacking."

"By the way, more than half the time has already passed. When do you plan to break through, Junior Brother Fang?"

Fang Chen completely ignored him. He didn't want his current set of Tiger Subduing Fist to be wasted, so he continued to focus on his practice.

At this moment, Wang Yanshan also walked over, "Senior Brother Song, I think this kid is just talking nonsense. He doesn't have any real skills."

At this moment, Fang Chen finally finished practicing the Tiger Subduing Fist.

[Tiger Subduing Fist Proficiency +1]

He said coldly, "The emperor isn't anxious, but the eunuch is. I'm not anxious, so why are you, Senior Brother Song?"

"Besides, you're not the one betting with me. Are you going to give me elixirs for free too?"

Song Ming was so amused he laughed, "Haha, Junior Brother Fang, is this how you guys from the countryside talk? Truly impolite."

"Since you want elixirs so badly, fine, I'll bet with you too."

"If you succeed in breaking through, I'll give you an elixir. If you fail, you'll kneel down and apologize to me."

Fang Chen chuckled, "Senior Brother Song, your Song family has a huge business in Baihe County. It's different from us country folk. Even giving out three elixirs should be easy, right?"

"Three! I'll bet with you for three elixirs. If I lose, I'll do whatever you say."

Song Ming looked at Fang Chen's smug expression and sneered, "Greedy fellow, do you think three elixirs will make me back down?!"

"Hmph, let alone three, if you can really succeed, I'll give you four! So that you, a country bumpkin, can see that my Song family's power is not something someone like you can imagine!"

Fang Chen cursed inwardly, "Rich snob, I really can't imagine it. I should have asked for five..."

Wang Yanshan looked at Fang Chen, truly not understanding what Fang Chen was thinking.

Wasn't he pushing himself into a fiery pit?

What kind of person would be so foolish as to dig a hole for themselves?

He shook his head inwardly, looking forward even more to the moment Fang Chen would kneel and beg for mercy.

Meanwhile, Zhou Hai, who was standing nearby, could no longer hold back his laughter.

After everyone else had dispersed, he approached Fang Chen and burst into laughter.

The nearby disciples didn't know what Zhou Hai was laughing about. They were very confused.

Didn't Zhou Hai and Fang Chen have a good relationship? Why was Zhou Hai laughing now that Fang Chen was in trouble?

At this moment, Fang Chen also couldn't hold back his laughter.

The two looked at each other and burst into laughter.

Song Ming, who hadn't gone far, looked back and muttered to himself, "He's truly insane, still able to laugh at a time like this."

After Zhou Hai finished laughing, his face was full of envy. He looked at Fang Chen and said in a low voice, "Senior Brother, with this, I get one, Wang Yanshan gets one, Song Ming gets four, and you directly get six elixirs for free!"

"With so many elixirs, how about I forfeit my share?"

Fang Chen laughed and scolded, "Your Dad gives you two elixirs every month. Are you ashamed to welch on our deal?"

Zhou Hai chuckled sheepishly. The abundance of free elixirs was already enough to make him envious.

At this moment, Fang Chen and Zhou Hai didn't notice that

Hong Decheng had been standing in a corner for a long time after Song Ming came out.

Hong Decheng had heard the entire conversation between Song Ming and Fang Chen.

He had naturally also seen Fang Chen practicing his punches.

To be honest, Fang Chen's progress made him feel very strange.

Hong Decheng repeatedly recalled the punches Fang Chen had just practiced in his mind.

As a seasoned martial arts instructor, he could generally tell the progress of his disciples just by observing them carefully.

The reason Fang Chen's progress felt strange to him

wasn't because he couldn't tell Fang Chen's progress, but because he could tell, and he found it unbelievable!

Hong Decheng was very sure of one thing: people with poor aptitude would definitely progress much slower than those with good aptitude.

This was a matter of personal physical talent and was very difficult to change.

Hong Decheng had examined Fang Chen's bones twice. The first time was when Fang Chen had just joined the martial arts school, and the second time was during a unified teaching session.

The results of both bone examinations were the same: his aptitude was below average, or even worse.

Therefore, Fang Chen's progress should have been very slow.

This was also the reason why Hong Decheng didn't think highly of Fang Chen's chances in this bet.

Given Fang Chen's physical condition, it was impossible for him to reach this level of progress in such a short time!

Even if Fang Chen ate elixirs every day, it wouldn't be this fast!

Inconceivable! It was truly inconceivable!

Hong Decheng didn't know which part of his reasoning had gone wrong.

Aptitude determined the speed of circulating Blood Essence; that couldn't be wrong!

Fang Chen's Tiger Subduing Fist was about to reach minor accomplishment; that also couldn't be wrong!

But these two "couldn't be wrong" points couldn't coexist! Because Fang Chen, with his mediocre aptitude, couldn't possibly be this fast!

Hong Decheng's mind was in a mess at the moment.

The two viewpoints kept clashing, making Hong Decheng feel very conflicted!

Hong Decheng sighed, "This kid really doesn't let me rest easy."

He turned and returned to the backyard.

For some reason, after this period of contemplation, He realized that a sliver of anticipation had actually risen in his heart.

He was anticipating Fang Chen's potential success in breaking through!