I Am from Ping'an Middle School

Hearing Yu Kaidong's words, Meng Chuan smiled and cupped his hands in a salute:

"Come on, please give it your all, Brother Kaidong."

Meng Chuan stood his ground, waiting for his opponent to make the first move. Because Yu Kaidong's blood qi was too low, Meng Chuan was worried that a perfected Pao Fist would take him out in a single second.

He decided to let the other man attack first so he could dodge for a while and practice his Cun Step footwork.

Although he had only just broken through to 8 points of blood qi and had not yet grasped Dark Jin.

But the path of a Martial Practitioner consists of Nine Blood Qi Barriers, and the Fourth Dao Blood Qi Barrier is already the intermediate stage for a Martial Practitioner.

After a Martial Practitioner enters the intermediate stage, their blood qi becomes further refined, and the power their body can erupt with is far beyond what someone at the Third Dao Blood Qi Barrier could ever hope to compare to.

Yu Kaidong felt that Meng Chuan was being a bit arrogant; a high school freshman was practically looking down on him.

With his girlfriend by his side, he couldn't easily lose his temper, so he said:

"I'm afraid of hurting you, Little Meng, you go first."

"Just come at me, I have already entered the Fourth Dao Blood Qi Barrier."

"..."

Yu Kaidong thought he was hearing things, so he asked again:

"What is your blood qi value?"

"A little over 8 points."

"Holy crap! Seriously, buddy, you're in high school?"

Meng Yiyi, standing to the side, felt like she was in a dream after hearing this.

Before she left for college, Meng Chuan had been practicing Guoyi Fist at home every day for years, yet he hadn't even managed to enter the first barrier.

How could he have broken through four blood qi barriers in just over half a year? How could he be such a freak?

"Little brother, is that for real?"

Meng Chuan nodded in response.

Seeing that Meng Chuan wasn't joking, Yu Kaidong put away his look of contempt, cupped his hands earnestly, and said:

"Xingyi Sect, Water Element Fist, Drilling Wave Hand. Please enlighten me, Little Meng."

Since he had already offered to provide guidance, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

"Pao Fist, come on, Brother Kaidong."

Yu Kaidong didn't want to lose face in front of his girlfriend; what would it look like if he got beaten up by her high school freshman brother?

So, he thought to himself:

"Pao Fist belongs to the Fire Element, which I happen to counter. I still have a chance to win."

He struck first, moving like a water snake slithering through dense weeds. He used the River-Walking Step to close within three feet of Meng Chuan, then thrust his drilling hand toward Meng Chuan's chest.

He still held back, not daring to use his full strength, worried that Meng Chuan was just a kid who liked to show off.

Meng Chuan simply raised his arm and swiped outward, knocking the main attacking hand to the side.

Feeling the immense thrust coming from his fingertips, Yu Kaidong's expression turned solemn.

"Damn it, this kid really wasn't lying!"

With no time to think, Yu Kaidong hurriedly continued his assault, his left hand forming a claw as he swiped forcefully toward Meng Chuan's abdomen, the sound of sharp wind whistling through the air.

Drilling Wave Hand—River-Parting Claw!

Meng Chuan took a slight step back with his left foot to dodge, then raised his hand and delivered a straight punch toward the other man's chest.

A normal attack!

Bang!

Yu Kaidong's feet skidded across the ground as he retreated until he hit a large tree, using it to steady his frame. His heart was pounding wildly.

Between his two solid pectoral muscles, a clear red fist print was imprinted.

"This strength, he is definitely an intermediate Martial Practitioner with over 8 points!"

Because he had just broken through the fourth barrier, Meng Chuan couldn't quite control his force:

"Are you okay? I just broke through and can't quite control my strength. How about you attack and I just dodge?"

"Fine!"

Yu Kaidong's temper flared as well. Damn it, he couldn't possibly fail to land a single hit, could he?

He pushed his mastered River-Walking Step to the limit, circling Meng Chuan and launching continuous attacks like a coiling water snake.

The Water Element Fist is famous for its flexibility and control, but Meng Chuan stood his ground, dodging incessantly as if walking a tightrope.

Under the high-intensity, continuous dodging, the proficiency of his [Cun Step] jumped up every few moments.

Yu Kaidong's stamina was quite good; it wasn't until he had attacked hundreds of times that he finally exhausted himself and sat down on the ground, panting.

"I'm done, I'm done!"

Yu Kaidong was so exhausted his face was flushed red, and he was gasping for air. This kid's body control was becoming monstrous; he hadn't even managed to touch him once.

For hundreds of moves, he had only dodged without retaliating, moving through a thousand flowers without a single leaf touching his body.

Meng Chuan knew clearly that half of it was because his blood-energy intensity crushed his opponent, making Yu Kaidong's movements appear to him as if they were slowed down by 0.8 times.

The other half was due to the powerful body control brought by One Proof Eternal Proof, ensuring he wouldn't make a mistake before his strength was exhausted.

Meng Chuan took a spare moment to glance at his panel.

[Cun Step: Great Success (12%) → (16%) Awaiting Limit-Break]

[Limit-Breaking Trait: Light Body (Primary)]

Meng Yiyi, standing to the side, was already stunned. In ancient times, Meng Chuan's maneuvers would have been enough to earn him the title of a master of light-body techniques.

"Little brother, you're too amazing!"

"I'm not going to be a fan of River-Mixing White Dragon anymore. Once you become famous in the future, I'll build a fan club for you!"

Hearing Meng Yiyi's bold declaration, Meng Chuan smiled and replied:

"Sure, big sister. You can be the leader of my fan club in the future."

He didn't refuse, because fame and fortune wouldn't bring harm; on the contrary, they could better feed back into his martial path.

His master had said that after becoming a Martial Artist, the resources required would easily cost hundreds of thousands or even millions.

For example, the blood-energy deficit caused by his breakthrough today—just to replenish his blood-energy, he had already consumed three or four tens of thousands worth of Medicinal Paste.

Later, he would also need to lay a physical foundation by practicing Hard-Training External Technique in order to cultivate the Thunder Method True Art.

When practicing external techniques, he would need to purchase large amounts of Body-Refining Medicinal Paste to apply to his body to aid recovery.

Even with the million-dollar prize money from the improved Guoyi Fist, it still wouldn't be enough.

Although he had the Martial Dao Limit-Breaking Panel, martial resources couldn't be conjured out of thin air; he still had to fight and compete for them!

Today was not the ancient era where one could kill to seize treasures or rob the rich to help the poor.

A Martial Artist who attacked others, or even ordinary people, without a legitimate reason would be labeled a Demonic Path Martial Practitioner.

They would be wanted by the police, and if caught, they would be sent to the Martial Practitioner Prison or even face the death penalty.

Therefore, if one wanted to obtain large amounts of martial resources through legitimate channels in modern society, there were mainly two paths to take.

One was to venture deep into a Demon Nest to slay Heavenly Demons and dismantle their useful Demon Material to exchange for money or resources.

The second was a relatively stable route: participating in various martial arts competitions to win lucrative prize money and create a fan economy. This path was suitable for martial prodigies who were invincible within their own realm.

Meng Chuan felt that once he obtained some combat-related traits, whether it was the first path or the second, all roads would lead to Rome for him!

Meng Yiyi ran over to take care of her boyfriend.

She saw Yu Kaidong sitting on the ground like a dead fish; he had likely been mentally broken by Meng Chuan.

Worried that Yu Kaidong's martial heart might be shattered, she sat down and spent a long time comforting him.

Yu Kaidong waved his hand to signal he was fine; he was just physically drained.

After catching his breath for a while, Yu Kaidong spoke up:

"Little Meng, are you really only in your first year of high school this year?"

Meng Chuan was standing in a horse stance during the break, and seeing that Yu Kaidong had recovered, he replied:

"Yeah, I'm definitely in my first year of high school."

Yu Kaidong was so discouraged he didn't know what to say. After a while, he asked again:

"Which school are you attending now? Are you already in a preparatory course or at a Martial Arts School?"

"Neither, I'm at Ping'an Middle School."

Yu Kaidong:

"..."