March 17.
The Baliu District killer had not come out to commit another crime for half a month, so the city temporarily lifted the lockdown.
The gears of an entire city couldn't be allowed to stop turning because of one person.
Meng Chuan had also received notice that school would start tomorrow. Since he'd be taking martial arts classes with the second-years as soon as school began, he didn't need to pack any textbooks. As for winter break homework, that didn't exist either.
At five in the morning, the sky was still dim.
The first thing Meng Chuan did after opening his eyes was go to the fridge and take out the ten slabs of Medicinal Paste he'd prepared in advance.
After half a month of training, Meng Chuan's strength had improved a little more. At the same time, he had reached the final stretch of the Pao Fist's Limit-Breaking path; all that remained was one last push.
For the past three days, aside from setting aside enough time for stance training, Meng Chuan had devoted the rest of his time to practicing Pao Fist and making one final sprint.
And this morning, the moment he got out of bed, he felt a sudden flash of inspiration.
"I've got the feeling. Pao Fist will break its limit today!"
Embarking on a journey through the twilight, Meng Chuan stood on the rooftop and took a huge bite of Medicinal Paste before preparing to start his practice.
Cold wind circled and howled across the rooftop.
The instant he settled into position, his aura turned razor-sharp. His tiger eyes stared fixedly at the nonexistent enemy before him.
Meng Chuan slowly loosened the muscles and bones in his back, and crisp cracking sounds came from all over his body.
It was the muscles and