Leave a Name in History

Luo Guanyun broke the silence:

"How about this kid, Old Bai? Not bad, right?"

The tall, thin man nodded in affirmation:

"Not bad at all. He has the air of a master despite his young age."

Luo Guanyun introduced him to Meng Chuan:

"This is the vice president of the Yong'an branch of the Martial Artist Association, Iron Palm Eagle King Bai Junfeng. He is also a close friend of mine from our university days."

"You can just call him Senior Bai. He is currently in charge of the Martial Arts Optimization Talent Incentive Mechanism and the review of martial arts optimization ratings at the Martial Artist Association."

"We're all on the same side, so don't worry about anything else. Just show him your Guoyi Fist properly."

Luo Guanyun's words carried an irresistible air of authority, which made Meng Chuan feel much more at ease.

"Greetings, Senior Bai."

Meng Chuan greeted him.

Bai Junfeng nodded in acknowledgment and then spoke:

"Meng Chuan, you don't need to call me 'Senior'; it feels too distant. I am a close friend of your Master Luo, so just call me Uncle Bai."

"I heard from Luo Guanyun that you have broken through the perfection realm of Guoyi Fist, so I specifically made time to travel here from out of town to verify it. If it's true, I can guarantee you right now that not a single reward from the Martial Arts Optimization Talent Incentive Mechanism will be missing."

Upon hearing this, Meng Chuan did not feel overly excited and remained calm.

"Understood, Uncle Bai. I will give it my all."

He knew well that the higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment. If Senior Bai did not consider his limit-breaking Guoyi Fist to be an optimized, upgraded version, then even the most generous rewards would be useless.

"How long have you been practicing Guoyi Fist?"

"Since I was four years old. It has been over twelve years now."

"About how many hours do you practice on average each day?"

"I'm not entirely sure of the exact figure, but it should be at least eight hours."

Bai Junfeng nodded.

If he had a weak constitution as a child and was unable to practice for long periods, yet could still manage an average of over eight hours under such circumstances, it was sufficient proof of his perseverance, provided he wasn't lying.

He continued to ask:

"How did you break through the perfection realm?"

"I encountered a Heavenly Demon and had an epiphany during a life-or-death crisis."

From then on, every time Meng Chuan answered a question, Bai Junfeng would record it. These details would serve as favorable evidence for whether Meng Chuan could be accredited as a compiler of the new version of Guoyi Fist.

Half an hour later, Bai Junfeng had finished asking all the necessary questions. Meng Chuan answered everything truthfully, revealing everything he knew except for the Martial Dao Limit-Breaking Panel.

Finally, Bai Junfeng closed his notebook and stood up:

"Come, use your new version of Guoyi Fist to attack me. Show me everything you've got. I will suppress my strength and use Guoyi Fist as well."

"Understood, Uncle Bai."

Meng Chuan knew that it was impossible to prove his claims with words alone; he would have to demonstrate it with real action.

Standing up, Meng Chuan bowed to the other man; the proper etiquette had to be maintained.

"Please offer me your guidance, Uncle Bai."

As the words left his lips, Meng Chuan's gaze became incredibly sharp. He clenched his fists and settled into a firm bow stance.

Guoyi Fist was his pride, and he firmly believed that no one understood it better than he did, not even a professional martial artist.

"I'm coming, Uncle Bai."

There were sixteen forms in total in Guoyi Fist. Meng Chuan began his demonstration from the first form, stepping forward with his left foot to deliver a punch.

To Bai Junfeng, Meng Chuan's speed was as slow as an ant crawling. His sharp eagle eyes analyzed Meng Chuan's movements:

"Power generated from the waist, palm facing down, left fist retracted to the waist, left bow stance. Not bad, very standard."

Bai Junfeng extended his right hand to push, catching Meng Chuan's fist as easily as a spider web. The moment the fist struck his palm, it provided Bai Junfeng with feedback.

"There is a shearing force. The fist has an acceleration phenomenon the moment before impact; the speed clearly increased several times in that instant."

"The method of power generation is different from traditional Guoyi Fist. There are indeed some innovative ideas here. Let's keep watching."

"Good, very good."

"Yes, the way this force is generated is very clever. That's a great idea."

After all sixteen forms were demonstrated, Meng Chuan added the four new forms he had researched himself. Bai Junfeng's continuous praise made Meng Chuan feel that success was likely within his grasp.

After Bai Junfeng finished testing him, he sat back down to record something in his small notebook, while Meng Chuan stood to the side and waited patiently.

Luo Guanyun gestured for him to sit down first:

"Sit down first, little Meng. This fist technique of yours is truly different from the one you performed the other day; the progress is significant. In my opinion, there will definitely be no problem."

At this moment, Bai Junfeng had already finished his recording and started to speak:

"Old Luo, your words don't carry any weight. We still need to conduct further testing."

"However, it is indeed distinct from the traditional Guoyi Fist and shows clear improvement. Moving forward, I need you, little Meng, to set aside half an hour every day to come to the Martial Arts Association to cooperate with some adaptability training."

"You know, Guoyi Fist is a national-level fist technique. If it becomes too difficult to learn, then it is undoubtedly a failure."

Meng Chuan nodded to show he understood. He had already looked up everything Senior Bai mentioned online; optimized martial arts could not exceed the difficulty of the original version by too much, unless the improvement in power was immense.

Bai Junfeng continued:

"The fist technique has four additional moves, which improves its versatility; the new force-application techniques and the body parts involved in generating power optimize the practicality of the cultivation method."

"In summary, I believe it can be placed on the shortlist for discussion."

Luo Guanyun clapped his hands in congratulations.

"Good!"

Meng Chuan did not understand what this meant, so Bai Junfeng explained:

"For martial arts techniques of this universal nature, countless people submit optimization applications every day, feeling that the techniques they have researched are much stronger than the originals, but the final outcome is basically failure."

"To conserve expert resources, only after being placed on the shortlist for discussion will a corresponding National Martial Arts Evaluation Group be dispatched by special plane to conduct a comprehensive assessment."

Bai Junfeng took a sip of tea and continued:

"If your new version of Guoyi Fist is deemed an effective optimization by more than half of the evaluation group, then congratulations to you. The million-dollar prize is nothing; that is just an appetizer."

"Most importantly, you will leave your name in history!"

"From then on, every four-year-old child in Great Chu, when they first come into contact with the [National Compulsory Basic Fist Technique], will know."

"The compiler's name in the bottom right corner is Meng Chuan, and every enlightenment teacher will immediately switch to practicing your new fist technique to teach it!"

After hearing what the other party said, even with Meng Chuan's mature state of mind, he couldn't help but feel his blood boil.

For a Martial Practitioner, besides surpassing one's own limits and challenging higher peaks, it all comes down to fame and fortune. Only by converting fame and fortune into resources to nourish one's martial path can one go further on the journey of martial arts.

This era is no longer a time where the quality of the wine doesn't fear the depth of the alley. If one has strength, one must display it; only then can one harvest more resources to aid in one's own cultivation.

"I understand, Uncle Bai. Is there anything else I need to do? I will definitely cooperate fully!"