Infinite Martial Arts Hall

Some of Yong'an Martial Arts University's top students had average or below-average bone structure. Few with poor bone structure could get in.

As for those with exceptional or superior bone structure, that went without saying. They had enjoyed specialized Martial Dao education since childhood and had always been taught by renowned masters. After graduating from one of the nine elite martial arts universities nationwide, they would have a bright future ahead of them.

It wasn't just Great Chu. Influenced by the global situation, countries everywhere were racing to develop the Martial Dao and placing greater emphasis on Martial Dao education.

But Martial Dao resources were limited, so they could only be given priority to students with outstanding talent.

If you were exceptionally gifted and worked harder than most, the country would naturally support you until you succeeded. If you lacked talent and slacked off, you would inevitably be eliminated.

That was why Xue Na believed what her husband had said.

Rather than save up to buy a house, they had decided to take a gamble on Meng Chuan's future.

Because she could see his effort and sweat just as clearly as he could.

In the cozy little room, Meng Chuan practiced his punches against a sandbag. His basic fist technique flowed seamlessly from one move to the next, each movement crisp and precise.

After all, he had been practicing for more than a decade. He could execute every move and sequence by heart, whether performing them in the proper order or backward.

But he just couldn't break through that final 1%. Meng Chuan picked up the towel hanging over the back of a chair and wiped his face. Then he sat on the edge of the bed to rest for a bit before continuing his practice, hoping to find a chance to break his limit.

Even by midnight, Meng Chuan still hadn't managed to break through. Just then, a knock sounded on his door.

"Go to bed early, Chuan'er. You have to go to the martial arts hall tomorrow morning, so don't be late."

"You should go to bed early too, Auntie. By the way, Uncle still hasn't come home?"

"He's working overtime at the station tonight, so he won't be back. Get some sleep. And remember to take a can of Nine Walnuts with you when you leave tomorrow morning."

"Got it."

His aunt's footsteps gradually faded away. Meng Chuan turned off the light and lay down, his thoughts churning.

I heard that only martial artists who have passed the Nine Blood Qi Barriers can open a martial arts hall. Maybe I'll get the chance to ask one tomorrow how to break through this final 1%.

In today's society, martial artists held a very high status.

That was because they had broken through the Nine Blood Qi Barriers and entered the human body's First Great Limit. Their physiques and mental strength were already beyond those of ordinary people.

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

Martial Practitioners strove to break through the Nine Blood Qi Barriers. With each barrier they broke, their body's blood qi grew more vigorous.

Once they broke through the Ninth Gate, they could use their abundant blood qi to shatter the shackles of the body and advance into the [First Great Limit], becoming a martial artist.

No point thinking about it too much. I should get some sleep.

Early the next morning, Meng Chuan, for once, didn't get up at four to practice his punches.

Instead, he slept in a little, getting up at eight.

It was his first time going to a martial arts hall, and he wanted to be in good shape.

As he left, he suddenly remembered the Nine Walnuts his aunt had told him to bring. He turned back to grab a can, then shut the door and went downstairs.

Meng Chuan took a deliberate look at the shoes by the door. It was already eight in the morning, and his uncle still hadn't returned from working overtime.

It should be fine...

His uncle was a patrol officer, true, but his work focused on maintaining public order in the city.

Unlike detectives, he didn't have to fight vicious criminals.

With his uncle's strength at the Third Blood Qi Barrier, there shouldn't be any problems with routine patrols and inspections.

Once downstairs, Meng Chuan took the small mobile phone from his pocket, pressed a string of numbers, and waited for the other person to answer.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

The call connected.

"Fatty, are you up yet?"

"Big bro, it's my day off! Why are you calling so early?"

On the other end of the phone, Wang Yue had been woken up. He tossed and turned in bed, squirming around.

"Didn't you tell me you practiced martial arts at Infinite Martial Arts Hall?"

"Yeah. I've still got over a hundred classes on my card. My dad tops it up whenever he feels like it. I'll never get through them all.

"You want to try a class? With my Supreme membership, it should be no problem."

"No need. I signed up too. I'm going to Infinite Martial Arts Hall to practice today."

"Your uncle and aunt are pretty generous with you. Then let's go together.

"Let's meet at the intersection over there. I haven't been in days."

Wang Yue was quite surprised. One class at a martial arts hall cost a thousand yuan. Sign up for a few, and you'd be spending as much as an ordinary person made in a month.

Meng Chuan had been raised at his uncle's house since childhood. Wang Yue hadn't expected his uncle to be willing to spend so much to send him to a martial arts hall.

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

Meng Chuan didn't have many friends at school. If he had to name one, it would be Fatty Wang Yue.

Wang Yue was a rich kid with some standing in Yong'an City.

His family was very supportive of his martial arts training. They supplied him with all the supplements and nutrition he could want, letting him eat his fill. He even had a private martial arts instructor who taught him every day.

But Wang Yue just wouldn't apply himself. As his father put it:

"He's my only son. What am I supposed to do? He's a good-for-nothing who can't be helped!"

At Greenland Plaza, Meng Chuan and Wang Yue walked along, chatting.

"Chuan'er, have you ever had your blood qi measured?"

"Not yet. I heard the martial arts hall has special instruments for measuring blood qi. I want to see if I've reached the First Blood Qi Barrier."

"Sure. We can measure it at Infinite Martial Arts Hall whenever you want."

"Chuan'er, everyone says you're stupid for practicing Wawa Fist every day, but I don't think so."

"Seeing how hard you work at your punches every day, I think you'll definitely become a martial artist someday."

Meng Chuan smiled without saying anything. He didn't care what people said, but having a little chubby guy support him still warmed his heart.

"Chuan'er, I also invited Qin Mengya from the class next door. She practices at Infinite Martial Arts Hall too."

"Oh? You got a thing for her?"

"When Qin Mengya gets here, don't say anything stupid! What if she hears you... and doesn't want to come with me again?"

"Fine, fine, 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 smiled shyly.

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

Meng Chuan looked at the bag of buns in his hand and smiled without saying anything.

He'd leave others alone and focus on himself. Most romances that blossomed in their youth never went anywhere.

None of that had anything to do with him. All Meng Chuan wanted was to practice martial arts and break his limit.

Greenland Plaza.

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

A huge "Infinite" sign stood at the very top, flashing an especially eye-catching purple-black light.

Meng Chuan followed Wang Yue inside, silently making up his mind.

I have to break the limit on the National Compulsory Basic Fist Technique. If I really don't get the chance, then at least I should practice a couple of other moves with the instructor.

My aunt put a lot of thought into this. Each class costs a thousand yuan. I can't exactly go back to her without having anything to show for it.