On May 3,
night had fallen.
In the training room at Luo Guanyun's home,
Meng Chuan and Luo Guanyun stood facing each other. Meng Chuan took a deep breath, his eyes full of focus and determination.
Luo Guanyun gave a slight nod, signaling for Meng Chuan to attack first.
"Forgive me, Teacher Luo."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Meng Chuan launched his first attack. His punches were fierce yet carried a touch of softness, and his footwork was solid and steady.
The wind of his fists surged through the room, making the air howl.
Seeing how refined Meng Chuan's techniques were, Luo Guanyun's eyes held a trace of approval. Then she raised her hands and countered with Luo Family Baji at the perfected level.
As the founder of the style, she seemed to block Meng Chuan's attacks with little effort, yet she always managed to deflect them with exquisite skill.
Minute by minute, time passed.
"Good! Solid work!"
"What are you panicking for? If your attack gets blocked, use soft force to bore your way in!"
"Got it!"
Meng Chuan became more and more absorbed in the fight, his techniques shifting without pause, sometimes strong and powerful, sometimes soft as water.
Suddenly, during a fierce exchange of punches, he felt a sense of ease and free-flowing motion surge through him, unlike anything he had ever experienced.
His movements instantly became smoother. The transitions that had once left him uncertain now came naturally.
Real combat was the best teacher of fist techniques. At that moment, Luo Family Baji broke through to mastery!
After several dozen more exchanges, they separated, and Meng Chuan settled into a stance.
Luo Guanyun looked at her personal disciple, her face full of pride and emotion.
"You've reached mastery, haven't you? At your pace,