Martial Momentum

Evening.

"Chuan'er, are you alright? Did you get hurt?"

As soon as Meng Chuan returned, Meng Yongzhi hurried over to show his concern.

Although his colleagues had already told him that the boy was completely fine, he still felt a lingering sense of worry in his heart.

Meng Chuan handed over the gifts for the couple while saying:

"I'm perfectly fine, it was the other guy who got hurt."

"That's good. You have to be careful next time, don't be a hero. If you see something like that again, stay far away."

Meng Yongzhi was worried that if he kept stepping into such situations, he would end up getting himself into trouble.

Meng Chuan nodded with a smile and agreed.

His uncle and aunt took the gifts from Meng Chuan. Meng Yongzhi held up the windbreaker and examined it repeatedly; though he complained about the waste of money, the uncontrollable smile at the corners of his eyes betrayed his true feelings.

Aunt Xue Na received the new LX bag and couldn't stop grinning, praising Chuan'er repeatedly for growing up and becoming so thoughtful.

Although she could have afforded it herself if she gritted her teeth, it felt different when it was a gift from the child.

Xue Na couldn't wait to share her joy with someone:

"I'm going to call Juan'er and Yiyi to show off. Yongzhi, keep an eye on the kitchen for me; the ribs are stewing, so remember to turn off the heat once the sauce thickens."

After dinner, the butler of Huayun Mansion called to say that the private car arranged by Luo Guanyun was already waiting outside their residential compound.

Meng Chuan picked up the gift prepared for Master Luo and was just about to change his shoes and leave.

Suddenly, Xue Na walked over holding her phone and asked:

"Chuan'er, look, is this person in the video you?"

Meng Chuan avoided short-video apps to keep from distracting himself from his martial arts training, so he asked:

"What video?"

"On Douyin. It's already trending."

Meng Chuan took the phone from Xue Na to take a look.

In the video, Meng Chuan was shown first knocking the robber to the ground, and then, when the robber tried to flee, he knocked him unconscious with a single punch. It seemed that some bystanders had recorded the process and uploaded it to the short-video platform.

He clicked on the comment section, where everyone was cheering and applauding.

"This young man is really strong, he knocked the robber out with one punch."

"A promising youth, a great seed for a Martial Artist."

"The country needs young people with this kind of sense of justice. Well done!"

Meng Chuan noticed that the most-liked comment was posted by someone named Liu Yue, and out of curiosity, he clicked on it to find that it was the female streamer who had been robbed that afternoon.

She had also posted a video explaining the accident that happened today, and at the end of the video, she thanked him.

Meng Chuan returned the phone to his aunt.

Xue Na took the phone and said excitedly:

"Chuan'er, are you really this strong now? That robber was tall and sturdy, yet you knocked him down with one punch."

Meng Chuan explained with a smile:

"Aunt, looking at physique alone is useless. That robber was at most just entering the first Qi-Blood Pass. My strength far exceeds his, so of course he was no match for me."

After hearing this, Xue Na praised him repeatedly for his success. Meng Chuan couldn't handle the attention and, seeing that he was running out of time, quickly changed his shoes and said goodbye.

After Meng Chuan went downstairs, Xue Na first posted on her social media to show off the new bag her nephew had bought her.

Immediately after, she posted a second update, telling her friends and family that Meng Chuan had performed a heroic deed and was trending.

In an instant, the comment section was filled with praise, and Xue Na felt incredibly proud.

In the private car, Meng Chuan was closing his eyes to rest and adjust his martial arts state when his phone suddenly rang. He picked it up and saw it was his good buddy Wang Yue.

[Don't say anything yet, let me guess—did you see that video too?]

[Chuan'er, it really is you. You can even predict my moves; that's awesome. You're famous now.]

A female voice suddenly came through the phone:

[Brother Chuan, your final cool turn was so handsome! And your skills are even better than mine now.]

Meng Chuan listened carefully before realizing it was the voice of Qin Mengya.

[You're too kind. Anyway, why are you two together so late?]

There was a moment of silence on the phone, and Wang Yue quickly explained:

[Don't let your imagination run wild. Exams are coming up, so we're at a tutoring center for our academic subjects. You think everyone is like you, training in martial arts all day instead of going to class?]

[Fine, fine. Oh, right, Fatty, I bought you a treadmill as a New Year's gift. Keep an eye out for the delivery in the next couple of days.]

Seeing that the car had stopped at Master Luo's house, Meng Chuan prepared to hang up the phone.

[Enough talk, I'm hanging up, I need to start practicing my fist techniques.]

Wang Yue started spouting nonsense on the other end of the line again.

He kept saying that Brother Chuan was the ancient Greek god in charge of fist-fighting, which made Meng Chuan cringe so hard he felt like he was having a seizure, so he hurriedly hung up the phone.

Meng Chuan felt a bit sentimental; technology was truly advanced these days, as what happened in the afternoon was known to everyone by nightfall.

Huayun Mansion Villa District, A003.

Meng Chuan was inside changing into his training gear, while Luo Guanyun sat in the living room looking at the New Year's gift Meng Chuan had given him, feeling quite touched.

Given Luo Guanyun's wealth and strength, what kind of clothes couldn't he afford?

But this was a gift from his disciple, so the meaning was different.

His daughter, Luo Meng, had never given him any gifts since she was a child, and once she grew up and spread her wings, she even ran away from home.

Now that he had taken in a disciple who knew how to be grateful, one who was both exceptionally talented and respectful to his elders, Luo Guanyun suddenly felt that life had something to look forward to.

Previously, his only thought was to find a disciple who could carry on his Thunder Method, but things were different now; the more he looked at Meng Chuan, the more he felt like he was looking at his own son.

However, the matter of his daughter was stirred up from the bottom of his heart, and a look of melancholy inevitably appeared on his face.

Meng Chuan came out after changing into his training gear and happened to see that Luo Guanyun's expression wasn't very good.

"What's wrong, Master Luo?"

Seeing that Meng Chuan had arrived, Luo Guanyun adjusted his state:

"It's nothing, let's go to the training room. Let me see your perfected Pao Fist."

Since Master Luo didn't want to talk about it, Meng Chuan didn't continue to press him.

Practice hard; mastering the Thunder Method in the future will be the best way to repay Master Luo.

Luo Guanyun walked into the training room first. After standing still, a terrifying momentum suddenly erupted from his body. The faint sound of lightning and thunder seemed to emanate from within him, the humidity in the air rose rapidly, and the environment grew strange and unpredictable with the shift in Luo Guanyun's momentum.

"Before we start practicing today, I want to teach you some common knowledge about Martial Artists."

"Looking at me right now, what comes to mind?"

Meng Chuan blurted out:

"The pressure is heavy, and there's a suffocating feeling."

"That's right. In technical terms, this is called Martial Momentum."

"When your control over your own body reaches one hundred percent, combined with your own Martial Will, you can begin to condense your own Martial Momentum."

"When your Martial Momentum integrates with the True Technique you have learned, you can reach the Realm of Artistic Conception that I have mastered, and become a Martial Arts Master."

"Watch closely, it's like this."

Luo Guanyun extended his right hand and gripped the air; as he made the motion, a sonic boom echoed through the room.