Stuffed

For the next period of time, Chen Mochuan and Feng Shi engaged in an offensive and defensive drill within the martial arts hall that was heavily focused on instruction.

Chen Mochuan exerted his full strength to display the Clear Force he had newly grasped. At first, his application of force appeared stiff and obstructed, but under Feng Shi's guidance, it quickly became smooth and coherent.

Feng Shi remained calm and composed throughout, using either his palms or fingers to skillfully neutralize the incoming Clear Force in the blink of an eye, while occasionally offering pointers on the key points of Chen Mochuan's force generation and the principles of qi and blood circulation.

Under the guidance of a master like Feng Shi, Chen Mochuan's application of Clear Force was rapidly improving.

Under the continuous, full-power attacks, the lack of coordination in his strength control—caused by his qi and blood growing too quickly—was gradually smoothed out.

He was no longer satisfied with straightforward, fierce attacks and began to experiment with the lightness, heaviness, speed, and rhythm of his force, as well as the transitions between feints and reality.

However, the application of Clear Force consumed a great deal of stamina. Coupled with the fact that his qi and blood value had only just broken through 3 and he had been exerting himself fully, he could not sustain it as long as he could during his daily practice.

Ten minutes passed, and Chen Mochuan was drenched in sweat, his breathing heavy, and his punching speed and power clearly declining.

Two notifications popped up on the light screen panel in succession:

[Notice: Mild physical fatigue. It is recommended to adjust your state, replenish fluids and nutrients appropriately, and maintain your energy.]

[Prompt: Moderate physical fatigue. Current state is poor. It is recommended to pause activities and arrange for a short rest.]

Chen Mochuan knew that such an opportunity was rare. If he stopped to rest now, Feng Shi might not continue to feed him moves, so he gritted his teeth and struggled to hold on.

Feng Shi saw his persistence but did not try to dissuade him.

A few minutes later, a punch thrown by Chen Mochuan was once again effortlessly neutralized by Feng Shi. He was nearly exhausted, and pulled by the force-deflecting technique, his stance became shaky. The light screen panel flashed a warning again:

[Warning: Severe physical fatigue. Various functions have significantly declined. Forcing activity may lead to injury. You must take a full rest!]

Seeing this, Chen Mochuan took the opportunity to retract his fist. After steadying himself, he cupped his hands in a salute to Feng Shi: "Instructor Feng, I am exhausted. Thank you for your guidance; I have gained a lot today."

Feng Shi smiled and nodded, the appreciation in his eyes growing deeper. "No need for formalities. Guiding your fist techniques is my duty."

He had witnessed with his own eyes how Chen Mochuan not only mastered the Tiger Fiend Fist in a short time but also made rapid progress with the Clear Force he had just grasped. Such comprehension and speed of improvement were truly rare.

"Your Clear Force has just taken shape, and you have already gained a great deal today. Being greedy for more will only damage your body. Go back, rest well, and consolidate what you have learned step by step; that is the proper path," Feng Shi exhorted.

Chen Mochuan thanked him sincerely once more.

Seeing his humble attitude, Feng Shi knew he had taken the advice to heart, unlike some martial artists who, after making a breakthrough, would disregard their health and train blindly, eventually leading to injury.

He felt even more that the young man knew how to advance and retreat, and when to stop. Seeing how he had gritted his teeth and persisted to his limit during their sparring, it was clear he was someone who could settle down and train hard.

But this only made him more confused: how could such a martial arts talent have such a low qi and blood value?

The offensive and defensive drill between the two had drawn many students in the martial arts hall to stop and watch.

Some students caught a glimpse of the techniques and gained some insight. Seeing the two stop, they hurriedly stepped forward to ask Feng Shi about their difficulties with fist techniques.

Since it was still class time and Feng Shi was an instructor, he naturally could not only focus on guiding Chen Mochuan, so he turned to answer questions for the students.

Feeling extremely exhausted, Chen Mochuan took a bottle of water from his bag, drank it in one gulp, and then sat directly on the floor with his back against the wall, seizing the time to rest.

He checked the light screen panel and found that his qi and blood value had increased to [3.19] due to the high-intensity training.

During the sparring with Feng Shi, his mastery of the Tiger Fiend Fist had also improved further, jumping from [Entry (16%)] to [Entry (21%)].

To have such gains in less than two hours, he deeply realized the huge benefit that Spirit Devourer brought him.

But Chen Mochuan also understood that this progress was due to the Tiger Fiend Fist still being in the entry stage, a period of rapid improvement, and the fact that he had just absorbed relevant martial arts insights, which allowed for such rapid advancement.

Once his realm improved, even with the absorbed insights in his mind, the improvement of his Tiger Fiend Fist proficiency would not be as fast as it was today.

While resting on the floor, Chen Mochuan did not stay idle. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him in the corner, he activated Spirit Devourer again, attempting to pull the larger spiritual light seed in the martial arts hall.

However, unlike the smooth absorptions of the past, this time, although he pulled the light seed in front of him, he could not incorporate it into his body.

At the same time, Spirit Devourer sent a vague message, which he carefully deciphered to mean "stuffed."

He then realized that there was a limit to Spirit Devourer's absorption of spirituality; he needed to digest some of the martial arts insights he had already absorbed before he could continue to absorb new spirituality.

Of course, the ability of Spirit Devourer was not fixed and would grow gradually as Chen Mochuan himself became stronger.

He could sense that if his understanding of fist principles became deeper, the amount of martial arts spirituality his mind could accommodate would also increase.

In other words, it was not Spirit Devourer that had a limit, but himself.

After resting for a while, Chen Mochuan felt his strength recover somewhat, so he stood up, greeted Feng Shi, and prepared to leave the martial arts hall.

By this time, Feng Shi had finished answering the students' questions, and the class time had just ended, so he walked out with Chen Mochuan.

He could hardly hide his curiosity and finally asked the question on his mind: "I see that your Root-Solidifying Stance and Foundation Building Fist are practiced very well, but your qi and blood value has only just broken 3. Why is that?"

Chen Mochuan was only just getting to know Feng Shi. Although the other party had provided him with significant help, he could not tell him everything, so he picked out what he could say: "My body had some problems before, which caused the growth of my qi and blood to be slow."

Hearing this, Feng Shi felt a sense of regret. It was a pity that such a genius had encountered such a predicament. Knowing it was not appropriate to keep picking at someone's scars, he turned the conversation to discussing fist techniques.

Although Chen Mochuan's fist technique realm was not as high as Feng Shi's, his learning ability was extremely strong. After absorbing the martial arts insights of others multiple times and integrating them with his own fist principles, he had already formed some unique insights into fist techniques.

Feng Shi had initially wanted to rely on discussing fist techniques to guide Chen Mochuan and build a good relationship with this exceptionally gifted youth, but he did not expect that the few guiding topics he brought up would be steadily met by the other party.

Even though these topics were quite basic, it was not hard to see that the youth's understanding of fist techniques was extremely solid, already standing out among his peers.