Infinite Martial Arts Hall

Some of the top students at Yong'an Martial Arts University possess medium or medium-low aptitude; it is rare for those with low aptitude to be admitted.

As for those with elite or superior aptitude, it goes without saying that they have enjoyed specialized martial arts education since childhood and have always been guided by famous masters. Their future is bright, as they are destined to graduate from one of the nation's nine elite martial arts universities.

It is not just the Great Chu; countries everywhere are competing to develop martial arts and prioritize martial arts education due to the global situation.

However, martial arts resources are limited and can only be prioritized for students with outstanding talent.

If you are gifted and work harder than others, the state will naturally support you in becoming a talent; if your talent is lacking and you are lazy and slack, you will naturally be eliminated.

This is why Xue Na believes what her husband said.

They are not saving money to buy a house, but rather taking it out to gamble on the future of Meng Chuan.

Because she, too, can see the effort and sweat the other party puts in.

In the cozy little room, Meng Chuan is practicing punches against a sandbag. Each move and stance of his basic fist technique is seamless and follows a very methodical structure.

After all, he has been practicing for over a dozen years; whether he performs the moves and routines forward or in reverse, they come to him naturally.

Yet, he just cannot break through that final 1%. Meng Chuan picks up the towel hanging on the back of his chair to wipe his face, then sits on the edge of the bed to rest for a moment before continuing his practice to seek the opportunity to break his limit.

Until late at night, Meng Chuan fails to achieve the breakthrough. At this moment, a "knock-knock" sound comes from outside the bedroom door.

"Get some sleep early, Chuan'er. You have to go to the martial arts hall tomorrow morning, don't be late."

"You get some sleep early too, Auntie. By the way, is Uncle not back yet?"

"He is working overtime at the station tonight and won't be back. Get some sleep, and remember to take a bottle of Nine Walnuts to drink on the way tomorrow morning."

"I know."

Auntie's footsteps gradually fade away. Meng Chuan turns off the light and lies on the bed, his thoughts drifting.

"I heard that those qualified to run a martial arts hall are all Martial Artists above the Nine Blood Qi Barriers. I'll see if I have a chance to ask them tomorrow if there is any way to break through this final 1%."

In today's society, the status of a Martial Artist is quite high.

Because they have broken through the Nine Blood Qi Barriers and entered the First Great Limit of the human body, both their physique and mental power are no longer human.

Before entering the First Great Limit, everyone is called a Martial Practitioner.

Martial Practitioners are all struggling to break through the Nine Blood Qi Barriers. With every barrier broken, the body's blood qi becomes more vigorous.

Until the ninth barrier is broken, at which point one can rely on sufficient blood qi to shatter the body's shackles and enter the [First Great Limit] to become a Martial Artist.

"Don't think too much, just get some sleep."

Early the next morning, for once, Meng Chuan does not crawl out of bed at four in the morning to practice punches.

Instead, he sleeps in a bit, not getting up until eight o'clock.

Since it is his first time going to a martial arts hall, he wants to maintain a good state.

When leaving the house, he suddenly remembers the Nine Walnuts his aunt told him to take, so he turns back to grab them before closing the door and heading downstairs.

Meng Chuan specifically observes the shoes at the entrance; it is already eight o'clock in the morning on the second day, and his uncle still has not returned from overtime.

"It should be fine, right..."

Although his uncle is indeed a patrol officer, he is responsible for urban public security operations.

He does not need to fight against vicious criminals like a criminal investigator.

With his uncle's strength at the third blood qi, there should not be any problems with normal patrol and control duties.

After going downstairs, Meng Chuan takes out the small pager from his pocket, presses a string of numbers, and waits for the other party to answer.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

The call connects.

"Fatty, are you up yet?"

"Big brother, it's a day off today, why are you calling me so early?"

On the other end of the line, Wang Yue, having been woken up, tosses and turns in bed.

"Did you tell me before that you practice martial arts at the Infinite Martial Arts Hall?"

"Yeah, I still have over a hundred classes left on my card. My dad keeps topping it up whenever he has nothing to do; I can never finish them.

Do you want to go for a trial? With the face of this supreme member, there shouldn't be any problem."

"No need, I've signed up for classes too. I'm going to the Infinite Martial Arts Hall to practice today."

"Your aunt and uncle are quite generous to you. Let's go together then.

We'll meet at the intersection; I haven't been there for a few days."

Wang Yue is quite surprised, because a single class at the martial arts hall costs one thousand yuan; signing up for a few classes is equivalent to an ordinary person's monthly salary.

Meng Chuan has been fostered by his uncle's family since he was a child, and he did not expect his uncle to be willing to spend such a large sum of money to let Meng Chuan practice at the martial arts hall.

"Alright, I'll wait for you at the intersection in front of Greenland Plaza."

Meng Chuan didn't really have any friends at school; if he had to count one, it would just be the fatty, Wang Yue.

Wang Yue could be considered a fairly well-known second-generation rich kid in Yong'an City.

His family was very supportive of his martial arts training, providing an endless supply of various supplements and nutritional products for him to eat his fill, along with a private family martial arts instructor who taught him daily.

Yet, Wang Yue just wouldn't live up to expectations. In the words of his father:

"He's my only heir, what can I do? He's like mud that just won't stick to the wall!"

At Greenland Plaza, Meng Chuan and Wang Yue chatted as they walked.

"Brother Chuan, have you ever tested your blood-qi?"

"Not yet. I heard that martial arts halls have specialized equipment for testing blood-qi, and I want to see if I can reach the first blood-qi threshold."

"Sure thing, we can test it right here at the Infinite Martial Arts Hall, anytime."

"Brother Chuan, everyone says you're a fool for practicing that kiddie fist technique every day, but I don't think so."

"Just based on how hard you work at your practice every day, I believe you'll definitely become a Martial Artist in the future."

Meng Chuan smiled and didn't say anything. Although he didn't care about those comments, having a little fatty support him still warmed his heart.

"Brother Chuan, I also invited Qin Mengya from the next class over; she practices at the Infinite Martial Arts Hall too."

"Oh? You have a thing for her?"

"Qin Mengya is coming, so don't talk nonsense! If she hears you... what if she refuses to come with me in the future?"

"Alright, alright, I won't say anything. But you'd be better off losing some weight; girls these days like guys with good figures."

Wang Yue scratched his head and said with a shy smile:

"I'm already losing weight. I've been eating less lately."

Meng Chuan glanced at the bag of steamed buns in his hand, smiled, and said nothing.

Don't disturb others, just focus on yourself. Most of the love that sprouts during one's youth never bears fruit.

None of this had anything to do with him; Meng Chuan only wanted to practice martial arts and break his limits.

Greenland Plaza.

The entire three-story building on the left side of the plaza belonged to the Infinite Martial Arts Hall.

A massive "Infinite" sign at the very top flickered with purple-black lights, making it exceptionally eye-catching.

Meng Chuan followed Wang Yue inside, secretly making a resolution in his heart:

"I must break the limits of the National Compulsory Basic Fist Technique. If there's really no chance, at the very least, I have to learn a few moves of other arts from the teacher."

"Auntie is so thoughtful, paying a thousand per lesson. If I don't achieve something, it won't be easy to answer to her."