The residual warmth of the medicinal soup was still surging through his veins. Chen Duan threw his head back and drained a cup of throat-burning, fiery liquor.
The fiery thread entered his abdomen, violently colliding with the rushing life force and surging blood within his body—it was truly exhilarating and deeply satisfying.
[The path of martial arts is like sailing against the current; if you do not advance, you retreat, and retreat leaves you beyond redemption!]
[With a will and madness that transcended your limits, you have completed 'Fuhu Fist · Second Level'! The breakthrough process was flawless! Potential points +142!]
[Fuhu Fist (100%, First Level) → Fuhu Fist (1%, Second Level)]
[Potential: 169 + 142 → 311]
The instant of those 142 potential points felt as though a star had been detonated deep within his consciousness, bringing a momentary, trance-like sensation of wandering beyond the mortal realm. That was the lingering echo of a leap in the hierarchy of life.
Of course, it would have been even better if a certain old man hadn't been so good at killing the mood.
Noticing Chen Duan's gaze, Qian Changchun coughed twice and pulled back the hand he had been using to stroke Chen Duan's arm.
However, as he looked at Chen Duan's flawless physique, the look of obsessive envy in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.
Tsk tsk, this old man has lived to this age, yet this is the first time I've laid eyes on such a flawless Second Level physique!
The exclamation in the depths of Qian Changchun's heart was practically overflowing.
If not for the constraint and dignity of being a master forcibly holding him back, he would have even wanted Chen Duan to carve off a piece for him to taste.
"Master Qian, am I