One Proof Eternal Proof

If he were to obtain it, even if he only did two sets of dumbbell exercises to build muscle every day.

The new, firmer muscle that grew the next day.

Would be permanently retained due to the influence of One Proof Eternal Proof, never to atrophy due to future laziness.

In terms of martial arts, this meant that innate talent and bone structure would no longer be limitations.

Every drop of his sweat would be imprinted onto his body and never go to waste!

The word "Super" was also marked after One Proof Eternal Proof, indicating that this was a powerful trait verified by the panel, not just a figment of his imagination.

The memories in Meng Chuan's mind regarding his previous life paused at the late autumn of his twenty-sixth year; he had hit the jackpot.

In this life, thanks to the reinforcement of his past memories, Meng Chuan understood that in this world where martial arts reigned supreme.

Possessing this panel meant possessing the future.

At four years old, Meng Chuan had secretly sworn that at any cost, he must grind out One Proof Eternal Proof!

"Let's start with One Proof Eternal Proof. In this life, I am determined to ascend to the heavens and see just how high this sky truly is!"

Now he was already 16 years old, having practiced the National Compulsory Basic Fist Technique for a full twelve years.

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

But Meng Chuan never had a thought of giving up; the longer he was stuck, the more Meng Chuan looked forward to One Proof Eternal Proof.

It was just that occasionally, when he saw his classmates practicing Xingyi or Mimicry Fist.

And heard them discussing how much their blood and qi had increased that day, a trace of emotion would flash through his heart.

But soon, he would pull himself together and cheer up again.

Because the allure of One Proof Eternal Proof had already quietly manifested during this two-year bottleneck period...

"If I possessed One Proof Eternal Proof now, this last one percent... I probably would have broken through long ago."

At 7:15 PM, Meng Chuan finished his training for the day, the panel progress still stuck at the final 99%.

He tidied up his things and left; he finished a bit earlier today.

His aunt was at home waiting for him alone, so he shouldn't keep her waiting.

Yong'an Police Station staff quarters.

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

Meng Chuan went to the bathroom to clean up briefly, then walked to the kitchen to help his aunt bring out the dishes.

"Your uncle is working overtime at the police station today and won't be back for dinner, so it's just the two of us."

"There's braised hairtail and stir-fried pork with walnuts, eat plenty."

Meng Chuan knew what his aunt meant; he was already 16 and still insisting on practicing the basic fist technique, which had already made him famous in the neighborhood.

Even if his aunt didn't understand martial arts, she had heard plenty of gossip behind his back, so naturally, she wanted to supplement his brain.

Meng Chuan said helplessly:

"Aunt, I'm not stupid, you don't need to keep changing the ways you try to supplement my brain...

Tell Uncle to return that walnut and almond milk he bought, I really don't need it."

His aunt scolded him playfully:

"You're not stupid? Other people's children are all practicing Tiger Fist or Dragon Fist, and you're the only one still doing baby fist.

The aunties next door have all said that your talent is better than theirs, it's just that your brain isn't enlightened.

I have to get you more things to eat that are good for your head."

Meng Chuan looked helpless; the National Compulsory Basic Fist Technique was recognized as a baby fist, practiced only by children.

But only he knew that after breaking the limit, one could comprehend the One Proof Eternal Proof trait.

Unable to refuse his aunt as she kept piling walnuts into his bowl, Meng Chuan had no choice but to eat them all.

Ever since he started high school, every meal had been a brain-boosting set of fish, shrimp, and walnuts; he really couldn't take it anymore.

After the meal, Meng Chuan volunteered to wash the dishes. In the dining room, his aunt suddenly said:

"Chuan'er, your uncle signed you up for 60 lessons at the Infinite Martial Arts Hall. Keep the membership card safe, don't lose it."

"Tomorrow is Saturday, go and see how it works. Interact more with your classmates at the martial arts hall, don't just hole yourself up practicing alone."

His aunt didn't give him a chance to refuse, stuffing the card directly into his pocket.

Meng Chuan's inner emotions were complex and hard to express.

Although his uncle worked for the government, he was just a minor patrol officer without much money, and he still had to bear the expenses of the entire household.

Since ancient times, it has been said that literature is for the poor and martial arts for the rich. Meng Chuan had heard from classmates that 60 lessons at the Infinite Martial Arts Hall cost sixty thousand yuan; this was no small gesture.

Meng Chuan felt that the golden card in his hand was... exceptionally scorching.

"Aunt, Uncle, he is..."

Meng Chuan hadn't even finished speaking before he was interrupted by the other party.

"This was your uncle's idea, so just take it and use it. Just focus on practicing your fist techniques. If the Infinite Martial Arts Hall can steer your focus onto the right path, your aunt will feel that this money was well spent!"

Meng Chuan scratched his head with an awkward smile, his heart secretly firming up.

Once he made something of himself in the future, he would definitely repay his uncle and aunt for their kindness toward him.

"Go practice your punches, but don't stay up too late; get some rest early. Wake up bright and early tomorrow to make a good impression on your master at the martial arts hall."

Aunt Xue Na snatched the bowls and chopsticks away to wash them, the inner conflict she had felt gradually dissipating.

She hadn't originally agreed to pay for Meng Chuan's membership at the martial arts hall; ever since the day she married Meng Yongzhi, the two of them had lived in the police station's residential compound.

She had wanted to save money to buy a spacious house.

Later, after Meng Yongzhi's constant persuasion, she finally came around.

"Chuan'er's natural talent isn't bad, and he's so hardworking; he's just too stubborn and hasn't been applying his effort in the right direction. If we find him a good teacher to properly correct him, and he manages to get into Martial University and become a Martial Artist in the future, what kind of house couldn't Chuan'er buy for you?"

Martial Artist is the title given to those who have broken through the nine stages of blood-qi; in ancient times, they were considered beings akin to land-bound immortals.

It is also because people's physical fitness has continuously improved through natural selection that this is the case.

Coupled with the constant improvement and upgrading of martial arts techniques, the number of Martial Artists has climbed year after year, far exceeding the numbers in ancient times.

However, this does not mean that everyone can become a Martial Artist just by working hard at their cultivation.

Even today, it remains a case of thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge.

Because the most important factor is not that 99% of sweat, but the 1% of natural talent and comprehension.

Comprehension is the ability to pick up new martial arts and the capacity for insight during breakthroughs.

At present, it remains an ethereal concept that cannot be verified by scientific instruments.

Natural talent, however, is different; generally speaking, it is set from the moment a person is born.

Martial Arts Grandmasters can measure it by feeling the bones, and others can also have it tested through modern instruments.

As for whether natural talent can be altered or improved later through certain rare treasures, ordinary people are unaware of it and have no way to access such things.

Overall, natural talent is divided into four grades: Special, Upper, Middle, and Lower.

These are further subdivided based on specific fluctuations, resulting in categories like Upper-Middle or Lower-Middle.

People with Lower-grade natural talent make up the vast majority, and anyone who can reach Lower-Middle status can already be called a little genius in Yong'an City.