Stance Training and Pao Fist

Meng Yongzhi nodded:

"I know, Police Chief Long already told me. Keep the prize money and allocate it yourself; just use it for things that will help with your martial arts training."

"You were really too reckless this time. Don't take such risks again."

Meng Chuan promised it wouldn't happen again, explaining it was just an accident. After demonstrating his fist technique for his uncle once more, Meng Yongzhi returned to the living room, satisfied.

"Yongzhi, I just heard—the kid won 300,000?"

Xue Na leaned in and asked.

Meng Yongzhi put down his newspaper, frowned, and said with displeasure:

"The boy risked his life for that money. Don't you go getting any ideas about it."

Hearing her husband say this, Xue Na hurriedly defended herself:

"I was just asking! I hadn't even said anything yet, and you're already getting so serious with me."

"As long as he keeps training, the boy will only have a brighter future. What's 300,000? Once Chuan'er becomes a Martial Artist, earning three million will be easy."

Xue Na didn't argue this time. When she was out buying groceries this morning, she had seen posters plastered all over the streets about the successful conclusion of the Yongan City Young Eagle Cup.

Even in the tournament for children under 14, the top prize was 100,000.

"Honey, do you think Chuan'er could go compete in those tournaments?"

The Great Chu governs the nation through martial arts, which has led to a flourishing martial culture among the people. Consequently, they have little interest in movie stars or singers, and the state does not encourage such things.

At the same time, the common folk don't care for movies or television shows in their spare time; they much prefer watching broadcasts of martial arts competitions.

In everyone's eyes, no program is more captivating than a fierce, heart-pounding martial arts duel.

For some popular martial arts superstars, the tickets for a single match can be scalped for several times their original price.

Hearing his wife's words, Meng Yongzhi said firmly:

"No problem at all. I believe Meng Chuan will definitely make a name for himself in the arena one day!"

In the bedroom, Meng Chuan stood in a stance resembling the character for "human." His upper body was as proud and straight as a bamboo stalk, while his legs were slightly bent, rooted firmly to the ground like the gnarled roots of an ancient tree.

His posture was identical to the diagram in the Taiyi Three Talents Stance manual—a textbook example of the practice.

Maintaining proper energy flow and internal focus while standing is incredibly difficult. The constant, aching soreness radiating throughout his body was a perpetual challenge to his willpower and perseverance.

"This Taiyi Three Talents Stance seems simple, just standing still, but it's actually quite complex. You have to control your form to keep it from collapsing while simultaneously managing your breathing rhythm."

After obtaining the One Proof Eternal Proof Trait, Meng Chuan always found the core of any problem when training.

As he finished a few cycles of the movements, Meng Chuan felt he still had energy left, so he persisted.

After a grueling hour and a half, Meng Chuan was drenched in sweat from his forehead to his thighs, as if he had been steaming in a sauna. Feeling his body reach its limit and unable to hold on any longer, he collapsed onto his bed.

"Phew, an hour and a half. That's a huge improvement compared to before."

Meng Chuan guessed that because this was his first time practicing the stance since obtaining One Proof Eternal Proof, the boost was particularly significant, adding a full half-hour to his duration.

If he could improve by another half-hour every time he practiced, in a few years, he might be able to plant himself in the ground and hibernate.

He checked the results; the boost to his comprehension from One Proof Eternal Proof also applied to his stance work. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gained so many new insights during his practice just now.

Taiyi Three Talents Stance: Human Stance (2%) → Human Stance (3%)

"A 1% increase just like that? Today's single session is worth nearly a whole week of previous training. One Proof Eternal Proof is truly powerful!"

Only now could Meng Chuan clearly feel the gap between a genius and an ordinary person.

According to what Master Luo had said previously, the difficulty of stance training increases in tiers. As proficiency grows, the difficulty of further advancement becomes many times greater than in the early stages.

With his previous talent, he likely would have died before ever breaking through to the Earth Stance.

Perhaps those with specific traits for stance work or those with superior innate bone structure are currently improving faster than he is.

But with the Martial Dao Limit-Breaking Panel, as he stacks countless traits in the future, any genius will have to bow before him.

In the blink of an eye, it was Saturday. In just a few short days, Meng Chuan's panel had undergone earth-shaking changes.

[Martial Arts]
[National Compulsory Basic Fist Technique: Limit-Broken (One Proof Eternal Proof) (Super)]
[Pao Fist: Entry (82%) Awaiting Limit-Break]
[Limit-Breaking Trait: Heavy Strike (Primary)]

[Stance Work]
[Taiyi Three Talents Stance: Human Stance (6%) Awaiting Limit-Break]
[Limit-Breaking Trait: Morning and Evening Hearing the Dao (Primary)]

Pao Fist was the new technique Master Luo had taught him, and in just a few days, he had gone from having no entry-level knowledge to being on the verge of reaching proficiency.

This was all thanks to One Proof Eternal Proof; every time he practiced the routine, it was solidified into his body as an indelible memory.

This allowed every subsequent practice session for Meng Chuan to yield new insights based on the foundation of the last.

However, none of this could have been achieved without Meng Chuan's own hard work; just as before, he practiced his fist techniques at four in the morning before heading to school, returned after classes to practice the Human-Character Stance, and only after exhausting himself would he shower and sleep, repeating the cycle day after day.

"My current vitality is likely more than just breaking the first threshold; I fear I'm already close to breaking through to the second vitality barrier. I can properly test it today when I go to the martial arts gym."

Within this week, Meng Chuan's strength had changed almost daily, a rocket-like improvement that was a feeling he had never experienced before.

Yet at school, Meng Chuan did not go around proclaiming how much his strength had improved, and neither his classmates nor his teachers noticed the changes in him.

The fact that the incident regarding Guoyi Fist had become known to everyone in school was not actually his intention.

He was never a flashy person by nature and preferred to keep a low profile in his daily life.

Furthermore, since half the students in his class were still focused on liberal arts, as long as he didn't cause trouble, no one had the time to care about his changes; the principal and his homeroom teacher were both very busy and still viewed him as a stubborn fool who was obsessed with practicing Guoyi Fist.

Moreover, most of those with martial arts talent in the school had already been scouted by various specialized martial arts high schools, as there was no need for them to attend a comprehensive high school.

Ping'an High School would not have professional martial arts instructors until the streaming process in the second year, so the first year was primarily focused on self-practice.

Early this morning, his good buddy Wang Yue had excitedly called him to meet at the martial arts gym; judging by the excited tone in his voice, he had no idea what the other guy was planning.

However, this was ultimately a good thing, and he also hoped that Wang Yue would be more proactive in his martial arts training.

Meng Chuan had just finished changing in the locker room and, without even having time to eat breakfast, was dragged into the training arena by Wang Yue.