Twelve Forms Boxing Reaches Perfection, Pure, Complete, Flawless!

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the little courtyard a warm golden color.

Chu Fan's figure flashed and shifted through the courtyard, his fists cutting the air with a sharp howl.

He had already been practicing boxing here for two hours.

Both arms ached as if they had been filled with lead.

Every punch seemed to drain all the strength from his body.

Yet the knuckles of his clenched fists still showed a bluish-white pallor born of exertion.

[Skill: Twelve Forms Boxing (Major Accomplishment) Progress: (796/800) (Trait: None)]

Just a little more!

Just the very last bit!

Once he finished one final round of Twelve Forms Boxing, he would break through to Perfection!

Tiger Pounce, Bear Lean, Horse Stirrup, Eagle Strike, Snake Entanglement...

The moves of Twelve Forms Boxing cycled endlessly through his hands, constantly shifting...

He strove for perfection in every round, pouring his entire mind into every move.

As the final move approached—

Chu Fan suddenly stepped forward. His right leg rooted itself to the ground, his left leg bent slightly, and his body sank abruptly as both arms thrust forward in an arc.

It was none other than Twelve Forms Boxing's Bear Form Mountain Crash!

The wind of his fists howled with a muffled sound as it broke through the air, and visible ripples seemed to spread through the atmosphere.

He had practiced this move countless times, yet he showed not the slightest slackening now. His gaze was as sharp as an eagle's, locked tightly onto the empty space ahead.

At the instant his fists reached their limit, Chu Fan suddenly felt a warm current slowly rise from the depths of his Dantian, then race along his Meridians and spread to his Limbs and Bones.

[Twelve Forms Boxing Experience +7]

[Skill: Twelve Forms Boxing (Perfection) Progress: (3/1500) (Trait: None)]

Chu Fan felt as though thunder had exploded inside his mind.

Countless chaotic images surged forth like a tidal wave.

They were every detail of his past boxing practice.

The clumsiness of his early studies, the delight of Minor Accomplishment, the confidence of Major Accomplishment...

The angle of every punch.

The rhythm of every breath.

The slightest deviation in every change of footwork.

The trembling of his muscle fibers whenever he exerted force, and the sluggishness of his Blood Qi as it circulated.

Countless flaws and deficiencies that even at Major Accomplishment had been overlooked, gone unnoticed, or noticed but impossible to correct...

At the moment the Perfection realm of Twelve Forms Boxing was born, an invisible, vast force magnified them without limit, presenting them with crystal clarity!

Then that strange power traveled through his body, like the most precise artisan carving an Uncarved Jade, swiftly filling in and correcting every deficiency until they reached perfection!

When quantitative change accumulated to its limit, the qualitative transformation it triggered far exceeded imagination!

This was not a simple repair, but an ascension and metamorphosis of his very essence!

Chu Fan felt his understanding of Twelve Forms Boxing instantly rise to an unprecedented level!

He was no longer confined by the framework of its moves. He had truly touched the "intent" hidden in the depths of the boxing art.

The tiger's ferocity, the swallow's grace, the bear's steadiness, the ape's agility, the eagle's sharpness, the snake's supple menace...

The essence of all twelve forms was no longer mere imitation.

It had truly fused into his instincts!

With a movement of his mind, both Form and Spirit were complete!

The fist force that once required him to deliberately mobilize his Blood Qi before he could barely bring it forth now flowed through his Limbs and Bones as naturally as breathing.

Where his mind went, his force followed of its own accord.

Pure, complete, flawless!

An Aura several times stronger than before burst involuntarily from his body, sweeping up snowflakes from the ground and sending them outward in a ring.

Chu Fan slowly opened his eyes. A Bright Light flashed through them and vanished, like Stars.

He instinctively raised his fists into position again...

It was still that familiar set of Twelve Forms Boxing.

But when he performed it now, the difference was Worlds Apart!

His movements appeared gentle and slow, yet concealed explosive power;

As he shifted his feet, they flowed like Flowing Clouds and Running Water, blending with his boxing moves without the slightest gap or obstruction.

The entire boxing art unfolded as though formed by Heaven itself.

It was as if he was not practicing boxing, but demonstrating some natural principle, filled with indescribable harmonious beauty and overwhelming pressure!

Even after reaching Major Accomplishment in Twelve Forms Boxing, he had still needed to deliberately consider the transition between every move and the landing point of every step.

But now, the boxing art seemed to have fused into his bloodline. Every gesture and movement carried the flavor of Twelve Forms Boxing!

He casually threw a punch, and the ferocity of the Tiger Form, the agility of the Dragon Form, the lightness of the Swallow Form...

The characteristics of all twelve forms merged perfectly!

As the fist wind howled, twelve Divine Beasts seemed to roar and dance in the empty sky.

His senses had also become extraordinarily acute.

The sounds of the Cold wind stirring the grass nearby and the faint noises of Aunt Zhang boiling meat soup inside the house all entered his ears clearly.

He could even see the grain of every blue-gray stone on the courtyard wall with perfect clarity!

Whoosh!

Undisguisable excitement flashed through Chu Fan's eyes as he withdrew his fists and stood upright.

He raised his right hand and gently clenched it, feeling the strength inside his body move freely between restraint and release. The corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

From Entry to Minor Accomplishment, the increase in the power of Twelve Forms Boxing had been like a trickling stream;

from Minor Accomplishment to Major Accomplishment, its growth had been like a surging river;

but from Major Accomplishment to Perfection, the rise in strength was truly like a vast ocean, immense and boundless!

This was not merely an increase in power, but a leap in essence—the supreme experience of "following one's heart and hand" and "releasing force naturally."

Chu Fan naturally understood that when a lower-grade Second Stage boxing art broke through to Perfection, although the gains were greater than those from reaching Perfection in Chopping Wood Saber Technique, they should not have been this exaggerated...

Yet the illusion brought about by such a massive increase still left him intoxicated.

The setting sun completely sank below the horizon.

In the little courtyard, Chu Fan's figure seemed to wear a layer of invisible radiance.

It was the powerful confidence and presence that naturally radiated after a skill reached Perfection.

At that moment, Aunt Zhang came out of the house and said, "Xiao Fan, the meat is ready. I put it in the house for you two. Remember to eat it later."

"Okay, thank you, Aunt Zhang!" Chu Fan said as he panted and walked toward the house.

The exhaustion from bitterly practicing Twelve Forms Boxing surged over him like a tide.

Chu Fan felt soreness and weakness seep through his Limbs and Bones. He wished he could immediately collapse onto the bed and sleep deeply.

Since breaking through to Blood Nourishment, this had been his most insane day.

For more than two hours, his practice of Twelve Forms Boxing had continued almost without interruption!

If anyone had seen it, they would certainly have been shocked beyond belief!

He dragged his heavy steps back into the house, and a strange, rich fragrance immediately entered his nostrils.

It instantly awakened the greedy worms in his belly, washing away some of his fatigue.

On the Wood Table by the window sat a large rough earthenware bowl.

Steam rose from the bowl in curling, invisible pillars before finally dispersing into the air.

Inside lay a thick, plump chunk of meat about the size of a palm, immersed in broth that gleamed faintly with oil.

The meat looked extremely firm and dense, like the finest beef. It was an enticing sauce-brown, yet its surface shimmered with a strange, fine luster like stardust.

This was the meat of an Exotic Beast that Master Cao had instructed Aunt Zhang to stew specially for him and Zhao Tianxing every day.

It came from a beast called the Dimai Gu.

Chu Fan had never heard that name in either his Previous Life or this one.

It was said that this beast was born where the earth's spiritual veins converged, feeding on metal, stone, and spiritual plants. Its Flesh and Blood contained an extremely pure essence of life, making it ideal for strengthening one's foundation, replenishing one's vitality, and bolstering Blood Qi.

In the past, whenever Chu Fan received this meat, he had savored it carefully with gratitude, unwilling to waste even a drop of the broth.

Today was no different.

After his extreme exertion, his body was at the moment when it most desperately craved replenishment.

There would certainly be a fierce battle tonight.

That was precisely why he had disregarded his fatigue and practiced boxing like a madman, seeking only to break through to "Perfection."

Once he finished this piece of Dimai Gu meat, drank that bowl of Blood Nourishing Medicinal Soup in the dining hall, and rested for more than two hours, he would certainly be able to restore himself to peak condition.