Meeting Fang Jianxing Again

The next day.

Today, his uncle Meng Yongzhi was off work and at home, so the family sat together in harmony to eat breakfast.

Meng Yiyi told Meng Yongzhi about how Meng Chuan had thrashed her boyfriend.

Upon hearing this, Meng Yongzhi was speechless for a long time, feeling as if he were in a dream.

In less than half a year, Meng Chuan had created too many miracles: improving the Guoyi Fist, being taken in as a personal disciple by a Martial Arts Master, and thrashing a student from Yong'an Martial Arts University while still in his first year of high school—every single event was hard to believe.

"Chuan'er, what is your Qi-Blood level now?"

"It's over eight points, though I still haven't grasped Dark Jin."

Meng Yongzhi's lips trembled with excitement:

"That... is good!"

"Do you want your uncle to pull some strings and transfer you to a better school?"

Meng Yongzhi had heard others talk about how high school Martial Arts Schools were much better than Ping'an Middle School.

"No need, Uncle. Master Luo is enough."

"Good, good, good. If you need anything for your martial arts training, remember to tell your uncle."

Meng Chuan nodded.

Meng Yongzhi was so excited he couldn't sit still, pacing back and forth instead of finishing his meal.

At this moment, a report came from the television:

"May I ask Director Fang, now that the optimization of the Yong'an City Skynet system is complete, what does this mean for the citizens?"

On the television, Fang Jianxing wore a faint smile as he spoke eloquently:

"The further optimization of the Skynet system, on one hand, resolves..."

Hearing this, his aunt smiled and said:

"Technology is getting more and more advanced. With Skynet, we ordinary people can finally feel at ease."

Meng Chuan nodded with a smile, thinking to himself:

These things are all external; one's own strength is what matters most. Only by becoming a Martial Artist can I better protect my family.

After the meal, Meng Chuan returned to his room to practice his stance while thinking about where to train.

The Luo Family Baji is wide and open, with rapid, overlapping footwork, so he needed to find a more spacious place.

He worried that the rooftop was too small; he hadn't mastered the fist techniques yet, and if he accidentally missed his footing, he would fall off.

The principal had given him a key to the school's Martial Arts Arena, but after thinking it over, he decided to go to the martial arts hall to train.

He hadn't been to the martial arts hall in a long time; it was lively with people, and he could take the opportunity to test exactly what his Qi-Blood level was now.

Although it was still the Lunar New Year, the Infinite Martial Arts Hall remained open as usual.

It was just that Master Luo was away on business and not presiding over the hall, and the cafeteria auntie was on holiday, so there was no food provided.

Stepping into the hall, there were relatively few students, as most were at home celebrating the New Year.

Seeing Meng Chuan, they all stepped forward to greet him:

"Hello, Senior Brother!"

Meng Chuan accepted it calmly, nodding and smiling in response.

Liu Ru was alone in the back, practicing her punches against a wooden dummy, the rapid-fire sounds of explosions echoing as her fists flew.

In her heart, nothing was more important than performing well in front of Luo Guanyun.

She was preparing for the upcoming Martial Arts Hall Ranking Tournament, so she had no time to teach.

Meng Chuan greeted her and then entered the Qi-Blood Testing Room.

[9.25].

It was a bit higher than Meng Chuan had expected, likely due to his entry into the Luo Family Baji.

According to the experience of predecessors, a perfected Pao Fist combined with a Great Success level third-rate movement technique could bring one's Qi-Blood to about 8.5.

The extra Qi-Blood came partly from the powerful boost the Luo Family Baji provided to one's Qi-Blood, and partly from the solid foundation laid by his limit-breaking Guoyi Fist.

After the Qi-Blood test, Meng Chuan walked to the Wooden Dummy Area and began to practice his Pao Fist, wanting to see how long it would take to break its limit.

He practiced twice without any increase in proficiency, so Meng Chuan patiently continued to punch.

As he practiced and pondered, over half an hour passed, and a notification appeared on his panel, indicating that his proficiency had increased by 1%.

[Pao Fist: Perfected (1%) → (2%) Awaiting Limit Break]

[Limit Break Trait: Heavy Strike (Beginner)]

The road to breaking limits is long, and Meng Chuan decided to tentatively spend four hours a day practicing Pao Fist.

As his proficiency increased, even though Pao Fist had reached Perfection, it could still promote the growth of his blood and qi.

It just wasn't as effective as Luo Family Baji, and since his priority right now was still increasing his blood and qi, Meng Chuan decided to spend the majority of his time practicing the new fist technique.

Time passed exceptionally quickly while practicing.

Meng Chuan looked up at the clock; it was already one o'clock, and he glanced at his panel.

[Pao Fist: Perfection (8%) Awaiting Limit Break]

The speed was still quite fast. Even if the proficiency growth slowed down later, with One Proof Eternal Proof, he wouldn't get stuck.

Meng Chuan looked forward in his heart to the second Trait he was about to obtain.

After a simple bowl of noodles outside, Meng Chuan took the Medicinal Paste and returned to the Wooden Dummy Area to continue practicing.

Time slipped away quietly between his punches and kicks.

Suddenly.

"Not bad, you've got some skill!"

A familiar voice came from behind, and an arm draped over his shoulder.

Meng Chuan turned around abruptly and was pleasantly surprised to find it was Fang Jianxing.

"Brother Fang, you're here! I saw you on TV this morning, and now I'm seeing you in person this afternoon."

Fang Jianxing wasn't wearing his white lab coat from last time today, but instead had a rather casual fleece-lined hoodie on.

"Is that so? Don't tease me, little Meng, haha."

"I came here today specifically to learn how to punch from you. Are you going to teach me or not?"

"Of course I'll teach you. Brother Fang, go change your clothes first. Martial arts uniforms are relatively loose and more comfortable for practicing."

Fang Jianxing nodded with a smile and agreed:

"The front desk staff already gave me the clothes, I'll go change right now."

"Sigh, the Spring Festival period is the only time I can find a moment to exercise. I bought ten lessons, so you'd better teach me well, little Meng."

"No problem."

After changing into his uniform, Fang Jianxing appeared beside Meng Chuan:

"You're very impressive, little Meng. When I first arrived, I heard everyone calling you Senior Brother?"

"Not at all, I'm just basking in the glory of being the master's direct disciple."

Fang Jianxing nodded thoughtfully, then changed the subject:

"That's still impressive. Being able to become the master's disciple is a skill in itself; don't belittle yourself."

"By the way, is the master not here today?"

"Master Luo is away from the martial arts hall on business."

Fang Jianxing nodded and said nothing more.

"Well then, Brother Fang, let's skip the small talk and start training, shall we?"

"Little Meng, I only practiced the National Compulsory Basic Fist Technique for a while when I was a kid. What do you think would be most beneficial for my body?"

Meng Chuan pondered for a moment and decided to teach him the Stake Technique.

"I'll teach you the Stake Technique, Brother Fang. My master once said that the Stake Technique is the foundation of all martial arts."

"Besides, standing on stakes can significantly improve your core strength, which is perfect for someone like you who sits in an office for long periods."

"Alright, then the Stake Technique it is. I've heard others say that if you practice boxing without practicing stakes, you'll end up with nothing in your old age, haha."

In the process of teaching, Meng Chuan was surprised to discover something.

Although Fang Jianxing struggled when he first started, every time he corrected the man's posture, the other party basically wouldn't make the same mistake again during subsequent practice.

This was one of the external manifestations of having good natural talent.

Because of his long-term lack of exercise, Fang Jianxing's muscles were trembling all over while standing on the stakes, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

Meng Chuan helped wipe the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile:

"Brother Fang, your talent for martial arts is actually quite good. You picked up the Stake Technique so quickly; have you considered giving up the pen for the sword?"

Fang Jianxing's face turned beet red, and he said with great effort:

"My... talent is just so-so. Learning martial arts... can only strengthen my own body, but dedicating myself to science can save more people!"

Upon hearing this, Meng Chuan couldn't help but feel a sense of respect.

Fang Jianxing had already grasped the essentials of standing on the stakes, though he hadn't entered the threshold yet, so he didn't need his guidance for the moment.

"Brother Fang, you keep standing on the stakes, I'm going to practice my punches nearby for a while."

Fang Jianxing was too tired to speak and could only nod in response.

Seeing Instructor Liu Ru stop hitting the wooden dummy, Meng Chuan walked over and said:

"Sister Ru, care to spar?"

Instructor Liu Ru agreed, leaping up to stand on the wooden stake.

"Come on, little Meng, you make the first move."

As a Martial Practitioner at the sixth Qi-Blood Pass, Instructor Liu Ru possessed her own pride and was unwilling to address Meng Chuan as Senior Martial Brother like the others did.

Moreover, she harbored a persistent desire in her heart: to also become a personal disciple of Luo Guanyun!

Meng Chuan jumped onto the wooden stake and assumed the stance of the Luo Family Baji Fist; he intended to use this practical combat opportunity to grasp Dark Jin.

"Is this a newly learned fist technique, little Meng?"

It looked somewhat like Baji Fist, yet there were distinct differences. Instructor Liu Ru guessed that Master Luo had taught it to him recently, and a sour feeling couldn't help but rise in her heart.

"That's right, Sister Ru, watch out."

Meng Chuan utilized the Cun Step to burst forward and close the distance, launching into a grapple using the Six Great Openings of Baji.

With the constant shifting between hard and soft, real and illusory, Instructor Liu Ru found herself constrained and unable to move freely for a moment; just as she was about to exert force, she would be led into a quagmire.

Instructor Liu Ru dared not use her full strength, as the gap in their Qi-Blood was too vast, so she had to increase her power bit by bit.

Fang Jianxing watched the two sparring from the side, completely mesmerized.

He simply stopped standing on his stake, plopped down onto the ground, and began to watch intently.

"Go, little Meng!"

During the actual combat, Meng Chuan was single-minded and focused. Instructor Liu Ru was truly a peak Martial Practitioner of the intermediate stage; no matter how his offensive changed, she could deflect it with ease.

As the two darted, turned, and shifted, they had already exchanged hundreds of blows.