Clouds Gather from All Directions, Qianyuan Thunder Movement

"Not bad, kid. Your Guoyi Fist is better than mine; you're firmly at the peak of the first stage."

After Meng Chuan finished the entire set of Guoyi Fist, the machine detected the cessation of movement and emitted a beep.

[Please remove the sensor device]

[Blood-Qi value: 0.98, does not meet the entry standard]

The value for the first Blood-Qi barrier is 1, the second is 2, the third is 4, and so on; for every barrier broken thereafter, the value must double based on the previous one.

Meng Chuan was only 0.02 away from breaking through, and he suspected that once his Guoyi Fist broke its limit, he would certainly be able to enter the barrier.

However, Meng Chuan had never heard of anyone entering the first Blood-Qi barrier by learning only a single martial art like Guoyi Fist.

If he truly succeeded, he would likely be the first.

In truth, for him, simply learning any other martial art and reaching the entry level would be enough to break into the first Blood-Qi barrier, but entering the first barrier held little significance; on the path of martial arts, entering the barrier is merely the beginning, with countless high mountains lying ahead.

With the [Martial Dao Limit-Breaking Panel], the most important thing was to break the limits of martial arts, thereby gaining more traits from the panel to bolster himself.

Therefore, he must first obtain [One Proof Eternal Proof]; with the blessing of One Proof Eternal Proof, any martial art would have no bottlenecks before him, and he would only need to keep practicing to inevitably break its limits.

Seeing that Meng Chuan hadn't broken the first Blood-Qi barrier, Le Ping walked over to comfort him:

"It's alright, little brother, you were just a hair's breadth away. You might just be naturally weak with insufficient Blood-Qi; I actually thought your form was quite good."

"...I'm not weak."

Afterward, Meng Chuan walked with Le Ping toward the training ground. Instructor Liu Ru had not yet arrived, so Meng Chuan began standing in a horse stance to find his rhythm.

After a while, his uncle Meng Yongzhi and the gym master Luo Guanyun walked out together.

The gym master was wearing a purple-black tight-fitting martial suit today, which clung to his body, making him look very energetic.

After coming out, his uncle smiled and said goodbye to the gym master, then urged Meng Chuan to train hard at the gym before leaving.

Luo Guanyun walked over to Meng Chuan and looked him up and down, making Meng Chuan feel a chill down his spine.

Even when a Martial Artist's aura is restrained within their body, the bit that inadvertently leaks out still exerts immense pressure on ordinary people.

The surrounding students cleared out as if the area were being cordoned off; unless it was for a member's class, no one in the gym usually wanted to be in close proximity to Luo Guanyun.

This was because Luo Guanyun had a bad temper and was always scolding or hitting students, but because he taught well and wouldn't actually break you, people still flocked to him to learn.

"You kid are quite the oddity. Your family said you only practice 'baby fists'?"

Luo Guanyun had a deep impression of Meng Chuan; the boy was honest—last night he told him not to lock the door, and he really didn't lock it. Damn it...

"Come, do it once for me to see. They say you've turned these 'baby fists' into something special, so let me see what's going on."

"Yes, Gym Master."

Meng Chuan stood his ground, took a deep breath to focus his mind, and though the surrounding students were watching him, he felt not a shred of fear.

In an instant, Meng Chuan struck out violently.

Straight punches, hook punches, elbow strikes—every move of the Guoyi Fist made the air crackle. He unleashed his 99% perfection-level fist technique without reservation, the flow of the routine smooth as water, without a single stutter or hesitation.

"Not bad, not bad. Solid technique, not bad at all."

At this moment, the late Instructor Liu Ru walked over with her long legs and chimed in.

"This child is truly performing well; it should be at perfection."

Liu Ru could tell that Meng Chuan's Guoyi Fist had reached perfection, but her discernment was not that of a Martial Artist; Luo Guanyun knew that Meng Chuan's level was not as simple as mere perfection.

"It's not just as simple as perfection. This kid's Guoyi Fist can be called master-level."

Liu Ru and the surrounding students were all taken aback upon hearing this. Could a 16-year-old kid deserve such an evaluation?

"Did Brother Luo drink too much again last night? He hasn't sobered up yet."

"Nonsense, how could a Martial Artist get drunk? Once they circulate their Blood-Qi, the alcohol is forced out."

The surrounding students whispered among themselves; Luo Guanyun's words had caused a small stir.

A master represents the highest level of comprehension in a martial art.

For example, the master of the Xiangxing Lineage's Tiger Walk Fist and Tiger Roar Skill, [Howling Tiger Wang Lin], had immersed himself in the Tiger Roar Skill for over thirty years, eventually optimizing it and updating it into a brand-new version that was more powerful and easier to learn.

From then on, every student learning the Xiangxing Lineage's [Tiger Roar Skill] would practice according to the new version optimized by Wang Lin.

Therefore, Luo Guanyun's statement regarding the Guoyi Fist, which everyone had learned, was equivalent to saying: after Meng Chuan finished middle school Chinese, he updated the textbook and changed the author to himself.

"You lot, stop your damn yapping! That is exactly what I meant!"

A powerful aura erupted from Luo Guanyun, and the entire training ground felt as if dark clouds were pressing down; clouds and mist, indistinguishable between reality and illusion, drifted through the air, and the sound of thunder rumbled from within the mist.

Using his intent to shift the magnetic field, using his mental imagery to rewrite reality—this was the Xingyi Sect martial arts master, Luo Guanyun.

[Eight Directions Clouds Gather, Qianyuan Thunder Movement]!

"Stop talking, didn't you hear the thunder? The gym master is furious. If you keep talking, the lightning will strike."

Whenever Luo Guanyun got angry, the surrounding environment would change according to his mood. The veteran students had all experienced this and were warning the new students to shut up, lest the weather deteriorate further.

The entire training ground fell into a deathly silence. No one dared to speak and provoke Luo Guanyun; except for Liu Ru and Meng Chuan, everyone else lowered their heads to avoid his sharp edge.

Liu Ru's almond-shaped eyes were fixed intently on Luo Guanyun, a brilliant light instantly blooming in her beautiful gaze.

Back when she was studying at Yong'an Martial Arts University, she had often heard professors mention "Qianyuan Thunder Movement Luo Guanyun," saying that his strength was formidable and that he could be called invincible among his peers.

At this moment, just by looking at the terrifying manifestation of intent before her, she could tell that the professors' words were no exaggeration; she had made the right choice in coming to the martial arts hall to seek apprenticeship.

It was a pity that Master Luo had only agreed to take her on as a registered disciple, requiring her to work as an instructor at the hall to cover her tuition fees, and she had no idea when he might accept her as a personal disciple.

On the other side, Meng Chuan gazed at the terrifying celestial phenomenon unleashed by Luo Guanyun.

He didn't have so many complicated thoughts; his eyes were filled only with longing, and a surge of immense ambition rose within his chest. He firmly believed that he, too, would be able to achieve this in the future.

Luo Guanyun cast a glance over and observed this scene.

"Are you not afraid?"

"I'm not."

"You've got guts, and your foundation is solid."

Luo Guanyun withdrew his aura, and the celestial phenomenon of gathering clouds and thundering lightning vanished along with it.

"Your experience is insufficient; it is far too early for you to think about improving cultivation techniques. You should focus on practicing other fist techniques in a down-to-earth manner to improve yourself."

"Let me tell you, in this world, there has never been a teenage master."

Luo Guanyun instructed.

Meng Chuan was a decent kid, and since his uncle Meng Yongzhi had also come to see him today, he felt it was necessary to provide some proper guidance.