Is there anyone else who wants to challenge?

Hearing this, many people began rubbing their hands together, and the new student who had just asked Wang Dong looked particularly eager to try.

Then there was Le Ping, who possessed the strength of the third Qi-Blood Pass and had recently made a small breakthrough in Pao Fist.

Looking around, he felt a sense of "who else but me?"

"Meng Chuan."

Hearing Master Luo call him, Meng Chuan responded and walked onto the sparring ring.

Le Ping closed his eyes, already prepared to welcome a challenge.

"Eh... huh???"

He wondered if he had misheard; how could it be Meng Chuan?

Wang Yue, hearing Master Luo call Meng Chuan, didn't react for a moment either, staring blankly at Meng Chuan, not knowing what to say.

"Master, I object, I want to challenge him."

Before Le Ping could react, that new student took the initiative to challenge Meng Chuan.

"[Tongbei Fist] Yang Ping, second Qi-Blood Pass."

"Meng Chuan, third Qi-Blood Pass."

"Holy crap! You broke through to the third?"

Yang Ping blurted out, and the other students also wore expressions of disbelief.

"Junior brother, be careful."

Meng Chuan warned his opponent, then pushed off the ground with force, sprinting in front of Yang Ping.

Yang Ping hadn't even reacted before a fist hovered right in front of his face, tapping his forehead lightly.

To avoid injuring his opponent, Meng Chuan stopped at the point of contact.

"I concede, junior brother."

Only then did Yang Ping react, offering a bitter smile and a cupped-fist salute:

"Thank you for holding back, senior brother."

He then walked off the ring in silence.

Meng Chuan knew he wasn't the only minor in the martial arts gym at the third Qi-Blood Pass—there was also Le Ping—so he spoke up:

"Is there anyone else who wants to challenge me?"

"I'll go."

Le Ping performed a sparrow-hawk flip and jumped onto the ring.

Although he was surprised by how fast Meng Chuan's progress was—having not even entered a rank during the previous test, yet breaking through to the third in just a few months—he was confident he could win.

Le Ping cheered himself on internally:

I have accumulated more time at the third Qi-Blood Pass, and my fist techniques are more seasoned. There won't be a problem.

"Do you guys think Meng Chuan can win this time?"

"I doubt it. Even though they are both at the third pass, Brother Le clearly has a deeper foundation."

"But this Meng Chuan is pretty fierce too. I don't know why he hasn't been here lately, but he was super intense before. He is the Little Prince of Guoyi Fist, after all."

Le Ping launched the first attack.

He went all out from the start, closing the distance to Meng Chuan in an instant before throwing a straight punch angled upward at 60 degrees.

The force of the punch caused a sonic boom in the air; listening closely, one could hear six distinct cracks. It was the Sky-Piercing Cannon in full effect!

Meng Chuan was completely unfazed, not even blinking as the fist loomed right before his eyes.

He was far too familiar with Pao Fist, so he utilized the Cun Step, drawing a semicircle with his right foot to dodge the strike, then leveraged the twist of his waist to throw a left-handed hook toward Le Ping's face.

Le Ping's reaction was also swift; he extended his right arm to guard his ear and blocked the punch.

Even though he blocked it, a loud "Bang!" still echoed, and his body staggered.

"Meng Chuan's reaction speed is too fast! His attacks are one after another, continuous and unending."

"Case closed. Who said Meng Chuan was taking advantage of sparring with Sister Ru? Did you see that? That's how you train for real combat."

After steadying himself, Le Ping quickly adjusted his stance, pulling his right arm back to above his earlobe while holding his left arm vertically in front, fist-eye facing upward.

He reset his guard, his expression extremely solemn.

"Again!"

"Fine!"

Meng Chuan was also in the heat of the battle and wanted to have a good, thorough fight with Le Ping.

As the words left his lips, Meng Chuan hunched his back and exerted force, instantly lunging toward Le Ping. Before he arrived, the sound of his strike reached him first!

The sound of the cannon exploded by his opponent's ear—it was also a six-crack strike, not a bit inferior to Le Ping's.

Le Ping's eyes were filled with astonishment; he couldn't believe how Meng Chuan had managed to train Pao Fist to the Great Completion stage in such a short amount of time.

Pao Fist is extremely rigid and fierce; it cannot be taken head-on.

However, Le Ping did not possess a mastery-level movement technique, so he had no choice but to retract his stance and roll on the ground, dodging in a sorry state.

Meng Chuan still wanted to practice his Pao Fist to improve his proficiency, so he chose not to beat a man while he was down.

Once Le Ping got back on his feet, the two continued to grapple with each other.

Liu Ru often sparred with Meng Chuan to feed him moves, so she could naturally tell what was on his mind at this moment.

"Meng Chuan has won, this kid..."

"His progress is truly massive; it's like he's a completely different person. Could it be that he awakened a Trait recently?"

Liu Ru felt from the bottom of her heart that Meng Chuan had changed too much, and she felt even less confident about whether she could become the Master's personal disciple.

In the blink of an eye, Meng Chuan had exchanged over a hundred moves with Le Ping. His fist force grew increasingly fierce as he built momentum with his Cun Step, and his training uniform rustled sharply with the exertion of his movements.

The crowd exclaimed:

"Damn, this is what a real martial arts fight looks like! It's so satisfying to watch!"

Le Ping kept feeling that his opponent's fists were getting heavier with every strike, and he was about to be unable to parry them. He hurriedly blocked the next punch, then retreated, preparing to catch his breath.

The time was right; Meng Chuan did not give him that chance.

With a high whip kick from his right leg, he blocked Le Ping's path of retreat. Immediately following this, he twisted his waist to generate power, leaped into the air, and delivered a second-stage spinning back kick with his left leg, knocking Le Ping off the ring.

Le Ping rose with a carp kipping up, his face showing no signs of resentment; he could feel that Meng Chuan had held back.

"I lost. I didn't expect you to be this strong now."

Meng Chuan smiled:

"One win or loss doesn't mean much. Let's continue next time."

Le Ping was not someone who couldn't handle a loss; his mockery earlier during the blood-energy test had been due to his own pettiness. This time, he was convinced of his defeat.

"Alright, I gained a lot from this battle. Once I improve my movement technique, let's fight again!"

Meng Chuan cupped his fists in a smile as a return gesture, then turned his gaze toward the crowd below the stage and said loudly:

"Fellow senior brothers, is there anyone else who wants to challenge me?"

He felt he hadn't expended much energy in this battle, as he had mainly used his opponent to test his moves. He was in good condition and could easily take on two or three more Le Pings without issue.

After waiting for a few breaths, no one stepped up to accept the challenge. Everyone had seen Meng Chuan's performance; truly, no one under the age of 18 in the martial arts gym was his match.

At this moment, Luo Guanyun stepped forward and spoke:

"Since that is the case, the contestant for the minor group is decided: Meng Chuan!"

Everyone applauded. Meng Chuan's strength was plain for all to see, and they were convinced of his skill.

Meng Chuan patted his chest:

"Thank you everyone, I will definitely bring glory to our martial arts gym."

Luo Guanyun continued:

"And I would like to announce to everyone that I have taken on a new personal disciple."

Upon hearing that Master Luo had taken on a personal disciple, the surrounding crowd immediately began to whisper.

Some veteran students had been here for two or three years and had never seen Master Luo take on a personal disciple.

Some students speculated inwardly:

"Instructor Liu Ru is the Master's registered disciple and has the highest strength. Could it be her?"

Liu Ru was even more nervous; she had always wanted to be the Master's personal disciple.

She had even hinted at it to the Master many times, both directly and indirectly, but had been rejected every time.

She felt she had no chance and guessed it was likely Meng Chuan, so she cast her gaze toward him.

"Sigh, what's the use of high blood-energy? Actually, I know it in my heart."

Luo Guanyun announced:

"From this day forward, Meng Chuan shall be the first personal disciple of my [Qianyuan Thunder Movement]. Many have seen his hard work, and his potential and strength are plain for all to see."