One Proof Eternal Proof

If he obtained it, even if he only did two sets of dumbbell exercises each day to build muscle,

the muscles that grew back the next day, stronger and more solid,

would be permanently affected by One Proof Eternal Proof, never weakening from future neglect.

Applied to the Martial Dao, it meant that talent and natural aptitude would no longer be limitations.

Every drop of sweat he shed would be reflected in his body. None of it would go to waste!

The word "Super" was also written after One Proof Eternal Proof, indicating that this was a powerful trait confirmed by the panel, not something he had imagined.

Meng Chuan's memories of his previous life ended in the late autumn when he was twenty-six. He had gotten lucky.

In this life, with his memories from his previous life to guide him, Meng Chuan understood that in this world, where martial strength reigned supreme,

having this panel meant he had a future.

At the time, four-year-old Meng Chuan had sworn to himself that, at any cost, he would first grind out One Proof Eternal Proof!

"Then I'll start with One Proof Eternal Proof. In this life, I'm going to climb to the heavens and see just how high they really are!"

Now he was already sixteen, and had spent a full twelve years practicing the National Compulsory Basic Fist Technique.

He still hadn't broken through his limit, stuck at the final 1% for two years.

But Meng Chuan had never once considered giving up. The longer he remained stuck, the more eagerly he anticipated One Proof Eternal Proof.

It was just that sometimes, when he saw his classmates practicing Xingyi or Xiangxing Fist,

and heard them talking about how much their qi and blood had increased that day,

a faint emotion would always flicker in his heart.

But soon, he would rally his spirits again.

Because the allure of One Proof Eternal Proof had already begun to quietly reveal itself during this two-year bottleneck...

"If I had One Proof Eternal Proof right now, I probably would've broken through this last one percent long ago."

At 7:15 p.m., Meng Chuan finished practicing his fists for the day. The panel's progress was still stuck at the final 99%.

He quickly gathered his things and left. He was finishing a little early today.

His aunt was home alone waiting for him. He shouldn't keep her waiting anxiously.

Yong'an Police Station family compound.

Meng Chuan took out his key, unlocked the door, and went inside. His aunt was standing in the kitchen, calling for him to hurry over and sit at the dining table.

Meng Chuan went to the bathroom to wash up, then walked into the kitchen to help his aunt carry out the dishes.

"Your uncle's working overtime at the police station today, so he won't be home for dinner. It's just the two of us."

"Braised ribbonfish and walnut stir-fried pork. Eat plenty."

Meng Chuan knew what his aunt meant. He was already sixteen and still insisting on practicing basic fist techniques; he'd become notorious in the neighborhood.

Even though his aunt didn't understand the Martial Dao, she'd heard plenty of gossip from others in private. Naturally, she wanted to feed him things that would help his brain.

Meng Chuan said helplessly,

"Auntie, I'm not stupid. You don't have to keep finding different ways to feed me brain food...

"Tell Uncle to return those Nine Walnuts almond drinks he bought, too. I really don't need them."

His aunt chided him,

"You're not stupid? Other people's kids are all practicing Tiger Fist or Dragon Fist, while you're still doing Wawa Fist.

"The aunties next door all say you're more talented than their kids, but your brain just isn't working right. They say I should give you more things to eat that are good for your brain."

Meng Chuan looked helpless. The National Compulsory Basic Fist Technique was universally known as Wawa Fist; only children practiced it.

But only he knew that once he broke through its limits, he would be able to comprehend the One Proof Eternal Proof trait.

Unable to resist his aunt's constant piling of walnuts into his bowl, Meng Chuan could only eat them all.

Ever since he started high school, every meal had been a brain-boosting spread of fish, shrimp, walnuts, and the like. He was really starting to get sick of it.

After dinner, Meng Chuan offered to wash the dishes. In the dining room, his aunt suddenly spoke up:

"Chuan'er, your uncle signed you up for sixty classes at Infinite Martial Arts Hall. Keep the membership card safe and don't lose it."

"Tomorrow's Saturday. Go see how it works out, and talk more with the other students at the hall. Don't just keep cooping yourself up and practicing fists alone."

His aunt didn't give him a chance to refuse. She simply stuffed the card into his pocket.

Meng Chuan's heart was a tangle of complicated feelings.

Although his uncle worked for the government, he was only a low-ranking patrol officer and didn't earn much. He still had to support the entire family.

Since ancient times, scholarly pursuits had been for the poor, while martial arts were for the rich. Meng Chuan had heard from his classmates that sixty classes at Infinite Martial Arts Hall cost sixty thousand yuan. That was no small expense.

The golden card in Meng Chuan's hand felt especially hot.

"Auntie, Uncle, he—"

Before Meng Chuan could finish, she cut him off.

"It was your uncle's idea. Just take it and use it. Focus on practicing your fists.

"If Infinite Martial Arts Hall can get your head pointed in the right direction, then your aunt will feel that the money was well spent!"

Meng Chuan scratched his head with an awkward smile, silently resolving that once he made something of himself, he would repay his aunt and uncle for their kindness.

"Go practice your fists, but don't practice too long. Get some rest early. Tomorrow, get up bright and early and make a good impression on the instructors at the martial arts hall."

His aunt, Xue Na, snatched up the dishes and began washing them. The turmoil in her heart gradually eased.

She hadn't really agreed with getting Meng Chuan a membership at a martial arts hall. Ever since the day she married Meng Yongzhi, the two of them had lived in the police station's family compound.

She had wanted to save up for a spacious house of their own.

But after Meng Yongzhi kept persuading her, she finally came around.

"Chuan'er's natural aptitude isn't bad, and he works so hard. He's just too stubborn and single-minded, putting his effort in the wrong place.

"We'll find him a good teacher and have them set him straight. Then he can get into Martial University and become a martial artist. What kind of house could you want that Chuan'er couldn't buy for you?"

Martial artists were those who had broken through the nine Qi-Blood Passes. In ancient times, they would have been called Land Immortals.

It was also thanks to people's physical constitutions constantly improving through survival of the fittest,

along with the continuous refinement and advancement of martial arts techniques, that the number of martial artists had climbed year after year, far surpassing that of ancient times.

But that didn't mean that anyone who worked hard at cultivation could become a martial artist.

Even in this day and age, it was still a narrow bridge with thousands of troops scrambling to cross.

Because the most important thing wasn't the 99% perspiration, but the 1% natural aptitude and comprehension.

Comprehension meant the ability to pick up new martial arts and to gain insight when breaking through.

For now, it remained an elusive concept that couldn't be confirmed by scientific instruments.

Natural aptitude was different. Generally speaking, it was set from the moment a person was born.

Martial Arts Grandmasters could measure it through bone assessment, while everyone else could use modern instruments to test it.

As for whether natural aptitude could later be changed or improved through certain rare treasures of heaven and earth, ordinary people neither knew nor had any access to them.

Natural aptitude was generally divided into four grades: special, upper, middle, and lower.

Each grade could also fluctuate according to the specific circumstances, resulting in designations such as upper-middle and lower-middle.

People with lower-grade natural aptitude made up the vast majority. Anyone with lower-middle aptitude could already be called a little genius in Yong'an City.