Calamity of the Heavenly Demon

Luo Guanyun drank the tea in his cup and glanced at Meng Chuan:

"I said it clearly enough to you that day, aren't you going to give up yet?"

"You are still young; your energy and experience aren't there yet. There is no way to cultivate a fist technique to the master realm without decades of time."

"What's more, you are thinking of the Guoyi Fist. This was something the great experts and professors of the Martial Arts Association pooled their wisdom to adapt into its current version. How could it be something you can optimize just because you say so?"

Hearing the answer, Meng Chuan naturally wouldn't give up and continued to ask:

"Master Luo, is there really no other way?"

This kid had practiced his punches well today and hadn't been stubborn with him, so Luo Guanyun was in a good mood. He crossed his arms and pondered for a moment.

"Hmm... there are two other ways, though they aren't really methods. One is for someone born with an epiphany-type trait; after practicing a fist technique to perfection, it is possible to have a sudden epiphany and make improvements to the existing technique."

"As for the other, that would be life-and-death combat. Not a sparring match on a ring, but fighting while risking your life, finding a way out in the face of death. Of course, I don't recommend doing this. We live in a society governed by law now, and there aren't the conditions for you to risk your life."

Traits are unique talents that a very small number of people are born with. Many useful traits are even rarer than superior bone structure.

For example, the [Ethereal] trait of Luo Guanyun's daughter, Luo Meng, can both accelerate the speed of martial arts cultivation and allow her to discard distracting thoughts while practicing, generating more ideas and inspiration in her mind.

The Luan Form of the Xiangxing Sect that she primarily practices was personally improved upon the basis of the Eagle Form, making it a technique better suited to her.

Hearing Luo Guanyun's words, Meng Chuan was truly discouraged. He didn't know what his persistence for these past ten-plus years was actually for. Did he still have a chance to break his limits and obtain [One Proof Eternal Proof]?

Meng Chuan didn't practice punches for the entire afternoon; he just lay alone in the corner of the training ground, clutching the Pao Fist manual in his hand.

The sky gradually darkened, and the people in the martial arts gym left one after another.

Liu Ru was a bit confused. Why was Meng Chuan, who was usually proactive, so wilted?

But looking at the situation, since the gym master hadn't taken him as a personal disciple, she still had a chance.

Martial Artists rarely take on personal disciples. Many Martial Artists put their own cultivation first and go their whole lives without taking one because their energy is limited; they must not only carefully teach their martial arts but also be responsible for the disciple's words and deeds.

In ancient times, taking a personal disciple was even more of a solemn sect inheritance system.

Taking a personal disciple is like taking a child; not only will they receive long-term guidance and help from the teacher during the learning process, but it is also more like an emotional inheritance and an exchange of experience.

As for the others, indoor disciples depend on the mood, and registered disciples depend on financial resources.

For example, Wang Dong, like Liu Ru, was a registered disciple. Liu Ru was a teaching assistant to offset the fees, while Wang Dong used cold, hard cash to pave his way.

"Leave early, Meng Chuan. Don't go back too late."

Seeing that Meng Chuan might be in a bad mood, Liu Ru didn't say anything more.

"I cannot give up on the Guoyi Fist. Only by obtaining [One Proof Eternal Proof] can I successfully break my limits when practicing other fist techniques later, thereby quickly accumulating other traits."

But I cannot continue to bang my head against a wall. I need to intersperse it with other fist techniques to improve my blood energy. If I waste another three years, I won't even be able to get into Yong'an Martial Arts University. How could I face my uncle's expectations of me?

It was already getting late. If he wanted to reach the third level of blood energy before the martial arts exam, he would have to go all out practicing the Pao Fist starting tomorrow.

But then, would there be time to comprehend the Guoyi Fist? It was only 1% away. Was he willing to let it go?

With his path forward blocked, even Meng Chuan, who had lived two lives, felt a bit lost at this moment.

Meng Chuan didn't take the electric tram back today; he wanted to walk home to clear his head.

The situation in Yong'an City had been severe recently, and the streets at night were completely deserted.

Although Yong'an City was located in the north of the Great Chu, it was on the southern side of the north, so it hadn't yet turned cold in October.

Passing by Tong Family Alley, Meng Chuan inexplicably felt a chill, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, cooling him from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.

"That's strange. There's nothing here."

Meng Chuan looked around but didn't discover anything, so he continued walking forward, intending to bypass Tong Family Alley.

Curiosity killed the cat. He wasn't very curious and didn't want to go into the alley to take a look.

It was just that Tong Family Alley seemed to have a magical power, inexplicably attracting Meng Chuan to stop in his tracks.

If a Martial Artist were present, they would have discovered that it was the [Heavenly Demon Force Field] at work.

It felt as if a pair of invisible, massive hands in the air were pressing down on his head, forcing him to turn and look toward Tong Family Alley.

Then, like a marionette, the chill controlled his body, moving his feet as he walked toward Tong Family Alley.

The entrance to the alley was like a demon opening its wide mouth, welcoming his arrival.

"Damn it! I can't move my whole body."

I was too busy thinking and stayed out too late; I didn't expect to run into a Heavenly Demon!

Hoo, stay calm, there's still a chance!

This Heavenly Demon didn't jump out directly to smash him with a punch, which meant it wasn't the most brutal Solid Heavenly Demon.

Recalling the content the teacher taught in class:

The Great Chu Martial Arts Association divided Heavenly Demons that invaded reality into three categories based on their abilities.

The first type is the Solid Heavenly Demon, which possesses physical characteristics, immense strength, and a cruel disposition.

The second type is the Conceptual Heavenly Demon, which cannot directly cause physical harm to a person but can invade through dreams, faith, and other means, eventually influencing reality once its power grows to a certain level.

"It's not this one either; this guy can directly control my body!"

The third type, the Void Heavenly Demon, is the most difficult to guard against. It has no physical form, is shapeless and intangible, and can only be detected in advance by a martial will; it is truly a killer of ordinary people.

"It's over, it's a Void type."

If it were a Conceptual type, he might have been able to feign faith and look for a chance to escape.

Void types are just like Solid types; once you encounter one, there is no chance of survival, with the only difference perhaps being the method of death.

Meng Chuan pondered a countermeasure; although he lacked a martial will, he possessed the instinct to survive.

"Come on, come out and kill me!"

Meng Chuan provoked the entity, hoping to catch a glimpse of its true form.

A rustling sound came from the air, and the chill on his body grew heavier. Meng Chuan could no longer even speak, being controlled as he walked, getting closer and closer to the alley entrance.

He could see more clearly now; the alley seemed to have no end, pitch-black and devoid of any lights, having lost the warmth of daily life it once held.

Meng Chuan remembered that the last time he passed by the first house, there was a little girl sitting on the threshold steps reading, while her mother, looking through the window above, knitted a sweater and teased the child with a smile.

Only by being controlled and standing at the alley entrance could Meng Chuan truly see that everything had changed.

The walls on both sides of the alley were densely covered with people, all of them with dark brown hemp ropes around their necks, their wide-open eyes speaking of their unwillingness to die.

At the nearest house, six people—men, women, old, and young—were hanging from the three-meter-long mottled wall, with the little girl in the middle squeezed out of shape.

A cold wind blew, and the mass of corpses swayed as if welcoming his arrival.

Seeing this scene, Meng Chuan's heart felt like the calm before a storm, filled with an anger that was about to erupt.

He could seemingly hear his heartbeat clearly, thumping wildly without pause, his pulse filled with signs of explosive agitation.

"You beast! I swear, I will kill you!"

Wisps of white smoke rose from his body; Meng Chuan's heart was occupied by rage, and he did not notice at all that the right to speak, which had been stripped from him, had returned.

When the body can no longer hold on, the will will help you break through the siege!

This was the most instinctive power of his will helping him; Meng Chuan roared and bellowed, breaking free from all restraints!

Then, fueled by his overflowing rage and bodily instinct, he struck out at the invisible hands in mid-air!

[National Compulsory Basic Fist Technique: Perfection (99%) → Perfection (100%) Limit Broken]!

Obtained Limit Break Trait: One Proof Eternal Proof (Super)

"Once obtained, never lost; every bit of practice will surely yield results."