Liu Ru was in a good mood. She stepped forward and said to everyone with a smile:
"Does anyone want to watch tomorrow's matches? Those who do, come register your names with me. I'll count heads and arrange a chartered bus."
Other than a few whose families had matters to attend to, nearly every trainee present raised a hand.
Liu Ru patiently recorded their names on her phone while also @-ing everyone in the martial arts hall chat group, counting those who had not come today but wanted to watch the competition tomorrow.
"Excluding those who can't come and those making their own way there, two more buses should be enough."
Since he was already here, Meng Chuan, as the martial arts hall's senior disciple, could not just carry an empty title.
"Yes, raise your fist a little higher. Carefully feel how Ming Jin travels through your body, like this."
Meng Chuan was teaching the trainees fist techniques.
He stood sideways so the trainees could observe him more easily, then flicked his sleeve and punched sideways into the air. A thunderous boom erupted from his fist, startling the trainees in front of him into hurriedly covering their ears.
[Pao Fist: Mastery (66%)—Awaiting Limit Break] [Limit-Breaking Trait: Heavy Strike (Beginner)]
Meng Chuan had gradually figured out how Pao Fist could break its limit: generate Dark Jin through the fist, then fuse light and dark together.
Among the Xingyi Sect's third-rate fist techniques, Pao Fist was the fiercest and most forceful.
To break its limit, he naturally could not keep charging down the same hard path. After all, a Martial Practitioner's Pao Fist would certainly be far more forceful than his own.
So he thought of Dark Jin.
Dark Jin's defining trait was that it hid without revealing