Tiger Fiend Fist

When Li Biao had his old shortcomings exposed, his expression turned a little ugly. He turned to the other boy, craned his neck, and said, "My Tiger Fiend Fist was slow to reach Initiation. That doesn't mean my brother's the same."

Seeing Li Biao like this, the tall youth assumed he was just talking tough. He curled his lip, his disdain growing even stronger. "Birds of a feather flock together. Anyone hanging around with you probably isn't much better."

Li Biao's anger surged, and he was about to fire back when he felt someone lightly tug his arm. At the same time, Chen Mochuan's calm voice reached his ears.

"There's no point talking to people like him. Don't waste time. Start your stance first."

The words weren't loud, but they were like a basin of cold water, instantly calming Li Biao down. He nodded slightly at Chen Mochuan to show that he understood.

Then, as if the tall youth didn't exist, the two of them began practicing the Root-Solidifying Stance on their own.

The tall youth, who had wanted to have a little fun, found himself completely ignored. Feeling bored, he couldn't be bothered to waste more breath and walked to the other side of the Martial Arts Room, where he too assumed his stance.

"Ha... I almost fell for that bastard's trick. The more you indulge him, the more he jumps around." Li Biao let out a long breath and muttered under his breath.

"You've got a grudge against him?" Chen Mochuan could tell the two didn't get along.

"Yeah." Li Biao curled his lip. "That guy's called Gao Yin. His family competes with mine in business, so he can't stand me. Every chance he gets, he tries every possible way to mess with my head."

As he spoke, a trace of helplessness entered his voice. "The main thing is, even though he's got a foul mouth, he's genuinely got some skill. He can steadily rank in the top ten of First High School's Martial Arts Department. I've sparred with him twice and came out worse both times."

First High School was another provincial model high school in Antu City besides No. 8 High School. However, unlike No. 8 High School, which placed equal emphasis on academics and martial arts, First High School leaned more heavily toward the Martial Arts Department. Its martial arts results had always kept No. 8 High School firmly beneath it.

"His Blood-Qi Value is quite a bit higher than yours too, isn't it?" Chen Mochuan asked.

"Yeah." Li Biao confirmed it. "Even if it hasn't passed 6.5, it should be close."

"Has he awakened a Spirit Talent?"

Li Biao pondered for a moment before answering, "As far as I know, there are five Martial Arts Department students at First High School who've awakened Spirit Talents, but he's not among them... Eh? That's right! I've got a Spirit Talent now. Give it some time, and I'll definitely win back my face!"

Only then did he belatedly realize that Chen Mochuan had deliberately brought up Spirit Talents to subtly bolster his confidence.

The two hadn't deliberately lowered their voices, and they seemed to have drawn Gao Yin's attention from afar. He suddenly turned his head and looked over.

Chen Mochuan's senses were sharp, and he noticed immediately. His gaze met Gao Yin's calmly.

Seeing this, Li Biao quickly tugged Chen Mochuan and said in a low voice, "Brother Chuan, now that he knows you're my friend, he's probably got his eye on you too..."

"He's petty as hell and no good at all. When we sparred before, he fought dirty, always targeting my joints. If Instructor Feng hadn't stepped in to stop him in time, I might've gotten hurt. Whatever you do, don't provoke him first."

Chen Mochuan smiled and nodded. "I only came here to learn boxing. I just need to focus on training. There won't be any reason for me to cross paths with him."

Li Biao knew Chen Mochuan was someone who understood boundaries. Seeing him state his position so clearly, he relaxed as well.

After a while, other members gradually arrived in the Martial Arts Room. Class time was approaching.

Knowing Li Biao still had other boxing classes to attend, Chen Mochuan told him there was no need to stay here with him and urged him to go to his class.

Before leaving, Li Biao didn't forget to tell Chen Mochuan that if anything happened, he had to let him know.

When he had first started learning the Tiger Fiend Fist, he'd directly bought as many as twenty private lessons from Feng Shi. Although he'd switched to other boxing styles before using up all his sessions, that connection still meant he could speak to Feng Shi.

At exactly nine o'clock, Feng Shi entered the Martial Arts Room on time. His figure was upright and his presence steady, immediately drawing everyone's attention.

His gaze swept across the room before lingering briefly on Chen Mochuan. He had just learned from the front desk that a new Gold Member had chosen Tiger Fiend Fist today.

However, apart from Chen Mochuan, everyone else was an old student. Naturally, he couldn't disrupt the established teaching plan for the sake of one newcomer.

He simply said, "Let's begin," then directly began demonstrating the Tiger Fiend Fist as he usually did in class.

His fists whistled through the air, his momentum as fierce as a tiger's, while he verbally explained the key points of the form.

Perhaps because there was a new student present, his explanation this time was especially detailed compared to usual.

Not only did he deliberately slow his punches, he also broke down every move with exceptional clarity. In particular, he focused on demonstrating and explaining several difficult principles of force generation.

Feng Shi lowered into a horse stance, slowly pushing both fists forward in the shape of tiger claws as he explained:

"The Tiger Fiend Fist values intent over form. Its essence lies in imitating the Sha Qi and explosive force of a fierce tiger pouncing on its prey."

"The opening stance, 'Tiger Crouching,' requires a steady center of gravity and focus on the dantian. When transitioning into 'Tiger Roaring,' use your waist to generate force and drive the shoulders and arms, letting your blood and qi surge with it. A shout can add to its momentum. The following 'Tiger Pouncing' stresses force rising from the ground and running through the edge of the fist, striving to defeat the enemy in a single strike..."

As he spoke, he analyzed every subtle change in each movement, the coordination of breathing rhythms, and even the guidance of intent, one by one, striving to let the students see clearly and comprehend thoroughly.

Chen Mochuan had previously only gained a basic understanding of the Tiger Fiend Fist online and watched a few demonstration videos. He had never truly practiced it himself.

Thus, in the beginning, he was extremely unfamiliar with this fierce boxing style, so different from the Foundation Building Fist. Even though Feng Shi had deliberately slowed the demonstration, Chen Mochuan still found it hard to keep up with the seemingly simple rhythm that actually contained countless changes.

However, as Feng Shi's detailed explanations gradually made the complex simple, Chen Mochuan gained a deeper understanding of the principles behind the Tiger Fiend Fist.

He realized that although this fist technique was known for its fierceness and focused on real combat and killing, it also contained a method for circulating blood and qi and strengthening oneself. In certain fundamental principles, it shared the same melody through different tunes as the Foundation Building Fist.

So, relying on the foundation of his Foundation Building Fist, which had reached Great Completion, as well as his considerable martial arts comprehension, he began trying to apply the boxing principles he had already mastered to the Tiger Fiend Fist. To his surprise, he gradually found his way into it.

Though his execution was still stumbling, with the form present but the spirit yet to arrive, he had undoubtedly stepped onto the correct path and became increasingly absorbed in it.

Although Feng Shi was demonstrating, the corner of his eye remained attentive to the students' conditions throughout the room.

Whenever he found that most people hadn't mastered a certain move well, he would repeatedly demonstrate that section of the form and break it down in detail.

At the beginning of the lesson, Feng Shi had indeed paid a little extra attention to Chen Mochuan, the new student.

When he saw Chen Mochuan's practice movements were stiff and his transitions awkward, clearly the behavior of a complete beginner who had never touched the Tiger Fiend Fist before, no different from anyone else, he shifted his main attention back to the old students.

But after some time had passed, when Feng Shi looked at Chen Mochuan again, he couldn't help being greatly astonished.