The Transforming Strength Great Boxers and Their Idiot Disciples Meet Offline

The scene shifted elsewhere. At the Wing Chun White Crane Boxing Gym in faraway Fuzhou, Fang Xiu looked at the proposal for an offline gathering in the group. After pondering for a moment, she quickly made her decision. She planned to go meet these far-from-ordinary Group Friends.

After all, it was only through the personal guidance and strength-tempering of Fang Hansong, the Transforming Strength Great Boxer of Wing Chun White Crane Fist, that she had managed to grasp the knack in just a few short days and step into the Manifesting Strength level so quickly. She had originally thought she would be progressing the fastest, yet unexpectedly, these Idiot Group Friends had not fallen behind either, entering the Manifesting Strength level one after another! Now that was interesting!

She was exceedingly curious about these Group Friends as well, so she typed out a reply in the group.

He Wu: No problem. This is a good chance to get together. Maybe we can even exchange pointers.

Elsewhere, in a county town, a high school student respectfully handed a boxed meal and some liquor to an unremarkable beggar. "Master, I brought you food! Your disciple has entered Manifesting Strength!"

"Not bad! Li Xingming, remember this: Tai Chi Fist must follow the natural course, blending hardness and softness. Comprehend that fist intent, and with a certain amount of talent, you'll soon be able to enter Manifesting Strength." The beggar waved a hand, then unceremoniously began eating the boxed meal and drinking the liquor.

The high school student named Li Xingming nodded earnestly and clenched his fist, his heart surging with excitement. Back then, he had felt rather sorry for the beggar in the little park, so he often bought the man boxed meals.

However, it was only after personally witnessing the Pillaring Grandmaster Li Hansha spar with this unremarkable beggar that he learned the inconspicuous beggar before him was actually a Transforming Strength Great Boxer from the novel Dragon Snake. His entire being was set ablaze, and he had immediately bowed before the man and become his disciple.

Now, looking at the gathering invitation in the group, Li Xingming could not help drawing a deep breath. Like Fang Xiu, he was extremely curious about the Idiot Group Friends in the group. What kind of people were they, to enter the Manifesting Strength level so quickly? He had only achieved his current progress thanks to the guidance of Yang Chan, the Transforming Strength Great Boxer of Tai Chi Fist before him. Could these Idiot Group Friends also be geniuses?!

Thus, after thinking it over for a moment, he likewise chose to join this offline gathering, intending to see these genius Idiot Group Friends for himself.

Ji Taibao: Okay, but it'd be best to set the time for the weekend! I only have time during weekends and holidays! And the location can't be too far away either!!

At that moment, outside an inconspicuous mountain, a sleek Boveira sports car was parked by the roadside. A young man stepped out, his chin slightly raised, with arrogance and swagger practically written across his face. Dressed head to toe in luxury brands, he moved nimbly as he carried a large bag of things into the mountain, found a dilapidated Daoist temple hidden deep away, and began pounding on the gates.

"Hey... you Taoist old geezer, open up! This genius disciple has brought you things!!"

Creak...

With a soft sound, the weathered wooden door opened. A Daoist dressed in a dark blue Daoist Robe emerged and looked at the young man before him, whose face screamed arrogance and swagger, whose very aura begged for a beating. The corner of his eye twitched. Without another word, he raised his leg and kicked, sending the youth flying three or four meters away.

"It's truly a miracle that you've lived this long without getting beaten to death. How are the Bagua Palm and standing post I taught you before coming along..."

Hearing the blue-robed Daoist's words, the young man clad in designer brands gave a light snort, raised his chin at a forty-five-degree angle, and gazed up at the sky with the expression of an Expert lonely at the summit.

"Such a trivial beginner's stage—how could it possibly stop one with talents as boundless as mine? Wasn't it effortless? Manifesting Strength is as simple to me as drinking water. Life is truly lonely as snow..."

Before he could finish those words, before he had even fully put on airs, the blue-robed Daoist beside him could no longer restrain the veins bulging on his forehead. The more he looked at this fellow, the more punchable he seemed. He had no idea why he had taught this guy Swimming Dragon Bagua Palm in the first place. It had truly been a colossal mistake. Raising a hand, he flung him away again.

"Ye Zhen, say fewer arrogant things like that outside in the future. I'm afraid you won't even make it ten steps before someone punches you to death..."

The chuunibyou youth named Ye Zhen heard this and, unconcerned, dusted himself off before springing up from the ground. With a solemn expression, he said, "No, I think with my strength, I can at least make it twenty steps!!"

The blue-robed Daoist was completely speechless. He immediately said impatiently, "Get the hell away from me. I've already reminded you of the intricacies of Swimming Dragon Bagua Palm. Once you have fully grasped Manifesting Strength, you can try combining it with its matching weapon, the Zi Wu Yuan Yang Yue, and according to the intent behind the fist art, comprehend the transformations of Dark Strength."