Talent Freak!!

He An: "..."

There was food, wine, and a big pork knuckle.

And he called me "brother"?

What else is there to say? This is a man of great character, brother!!

He An made a turn, moved a table into the courtyard, and even found some bowls.

He truly saw the side dishes Wu Wenming had bought.

He An was won over.

This was even more lavish than what he ate at home on the day he received the [Yi Jin Jing].

And this...

was merely Wu Wenming's simple and unpretentious meal.

"Brother Wu, I won't say much else. Based on this meal alone, if you ever need anything, just ask." He An promised.

He took a sip.

The spiciness exploded in his mouth.

But in this hellhole of a prison, after drinking this mouthful of wine, He An actually felt a warmth spread through his heart, making him quite comfortable.

Wu Wenming, without the slightest pretense, waved his hand, "Meeting is fate, not to mention that Brother He and I are so fated to work together guarding this prison. There's no need to talk about asking for favors."

"As for this meal, consider it my treat, Brother He."

"In fact, as long as I'm in the department, I'll cover lunch for you every day. While it might not be lavish, it's definitely much better than the food in the department."

"I took a look earlier. The food in the department is simply not fit for human consumption."

Wu Wenming's face showed disgust.

He An's mouth twitched, and he suddenly felt like crying without tears.

Just as he was about to eat, his food was insulted as inedible, yet he couldn't refute it. After all, compared to what the other man had bought...

it truly wasn't fit for human consumption.

Helplessly, He An picked up a piece of meat and ate it with indignation.

It smelled so good!!!

"By the way, Brother He, which martial art did you choose? I've never seen anyone practice like that," Wu Wenming couldn't help but ask after they had eaten their fill.

"Yi Jin Jing."

Wu Wenming was a little surprised.

It was clear he had heard of the Yi Jin Jing.

"Yi Jin Jing? Brother He, you actually chose Yi Jin Jing? I've heard that very few people in our Fangcheng know Yi Jin Jing, and hardly anyone practices it."

"If you ever get stuck at a bottleneck in the future, you won't even be able to find someone to discuss it with."

He An didn't care about this at all.

Did he have a bottleneck?

No!

As long as he continued to practice, he would definitely break through.

Seeing He An like this, Wu Wenming became even more curious. In the afternoon, when He An was practicing martial arts, he didn't continue to be lazy but started practicing in a proper manner.

The martial art he chose was called "Black Tiger Fist."

The fist techniques lacked flashy moves but excelled in practicality and dominance. The transitions between moves were tight, emphasizing "stillness controls movement, and the latecomer strikes first."

While practicing.

Wu Wenming's body even exuded a faint aura.

He let out a deep roar, like a tiger's roar echoing through the mountains and forests.

He An was startled. He carefully observed Wu Wenming's every move, and the dismissiveness in his eyes instantly vanished, replaced by a hint of shock.

This single move displayed by Wu Wenming was enough to prove that his "Black Tiger Fist" had reached the minor accomplishment stage.

A descendant of a prominent family is indeed not as simple as they appear!

He An sighed inwardly.

After finishing one round of "Black Tiger Fist," Wu Wenming's demeanor changed instantly, and he plopped down on the ground.

"I'm exhausted!"

"If my father didn't make me practice at least one round of boxing every day, I wouldn't suffer like this!!"

"Heh, hehe!!"

He An finally understood.

It wasn't normal for Wu Wenming, who had been practicing martial arts since childhood, to have gained weight.

It seems normal now.

He only practices his fist techniques once a day and eats rich foods.

His gains outweigh his losses.

How could he not get fat?

Noticing He An's gaze, Wu Wenming chuckled sheepishly, then proudly showed off, "Brother He, what do you think? How was my punch just now?"

"Good!"

He An replied earnestly.

The display Wu Wenming just showed had such a strong presence and momentum that it even sparked a desire in him to learn the Black Tiger Fist.

Wu Wenming grinned foolishly.

"I knew it, Brother He, you understand martial arts. My old man always says my punches are just flashy moves, it's made me lose confidence."

"Heh!"

He An's mouth twitched.

Although Wu Wenming hadn't revealed his identity, nor did he know why the other man had joined the Town Martial Department, he was already certain that Wu Wenming was a disciple of the Wu family in Fangcheng, and possibly even the young master of the Wu family. His father, whom he mentioned, was undoubtedly the head of the Wu family, Wu Feng, the Prefect of Fangcheng.

In front of him, his punches might indeed be quite good.

However, in front of a martial artist who had Entered the Ranks, the set of punches he displayed might truly be just flashy moves.

"Brother Wu, how long have you been learning this fist technique?" He An asked curiously.

"About half a year!"

He An gasped.

Half a year?

Practicing only once a day.

And he could cultivate the Black Tiger Fist to the Minor Accomplishment stage.

Is he even human?

Wu Wenming didn't seem to mind and retorted, "Brother He, what about you? How long have you been learning the Yi Jin Jing? I felt quite a connection with every move you made just now."

"If I'm not mistaken, your Yi Jin Jing must also be at Minor Accomplishment, right?"

He An shrugged.

"Guess?"

"If I had to guess, Brother He, you must have started learning the Yi Jin Jing long ago. As for the time, at least a year."

He An remained silent.

"It couldn't be half a year, could it?"

Wu Wenming looked surprised.

"About that."

"About how much?"

"About five and a half months difference!"

He An didn't intend to hide anything from this second-generation official.

In front of someone who held no grudge against him, was powerful, and had a background, appropriately revealing some of his own strength might not be a bad thing.

Perhaps it could even attract investment!

"Five and a half months?"

Wu Wenming blinked, then jumped up.

A slight tremor ran through the small courtyard.

"Brother He, are you saying you only took half a month to cultivate the Yi Jin Jing to Minor Accomplishment?"

Before He An could react, Wu Wenming shook his head first.

"Impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible."

"Even for a non-ranked martial art, it's impossible to reach Minor Accomplishment in half a month. It might be possible to get started, but half a month is absolutely impossible!!!"

He An said nothing, merely looking at him with a half-smile.

After a long while.

Wu Wenming realized something.

He swallowed.

"Brother He, are you sure you weren't lying?"

He An shook his head.

Wu Wenming was stunned. He felt as if a bolt from the blue had struck his mind.

Half a month, Yi Jin Jing, Minor Accomplishment...

He recognized all the words, but how they combined together was beyond him.

After a long while.

Wu Wenming accepted this fact.

He looked at He An as if he were looking at a monster.

"Brother He, your talent is incredible. In all of Fangcheng, no, in all of Qingshui County, there are probably few people with talent like yours."

"You're not bad either."

He An genuinely felt this way.

He could cultivate Yi Jin Jing to Minor Accomplishment in half a month, relying on nothing more than Destiny and diligence.

But Wu Wenming relied on pure, unadulterated talent.

If they were to truly compare, he had practiced his fists just over a hundred times, even fewer than He An, yet he could cultivate Black Tiger Fist to Minor Accomplishment. Wasn't that talent extraordinary?

Only he himself knew if he had cheated.

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