Can Chatting Improve Fist Techniques?

Feng Shi sighed inwardly once more, lamenting that such a genius was plagued by such a difficult fate; in the end, his profound comprehension was still being held back by his physical condition.

Afterward, seeing that Chen Mochuan appeared exhausted but possessed a clear gaze, he found a quiet place to sit down. No longer focused on instructing the other, he began to truly discuss the fundamentals of fist techniques with him.

During their exchange, he discovered that some of Chen Mochuan's fundamental insights into fist techniques actually coincided perfectly with his own.

This caused a ridiculous thought to emerge faintly in his mind: "Could this child be like me?"

However, he quickly extinguished this thought, realizing that he had simply found a fellow traveler on the path of martial arts, which was a fortunate thing.

The two talked happily, verifying basic fist principles with each other, and one could not tell at all that there was a massive gap in strength between them.

Just as Chen Mochuan was immersed in the discussion of fist principles and experiencing a moment of enlightenment, the light screen panel quietly refreshed with three pieces of information.

[You discussed fist principles with someone, gained insights, and have a deeper understanding of fist techniques.]

[Foundation Building Fist: Great Success (13%) → Great Success (14%)]

[Tiger Fiend Fist: Entry (21%) → Entry (22%)]

Chen Mochuan's heart stirred; he had not expected that a simple theoretical exchange could actually promote the progress of his fist techniques. This was undoubtedly an unexpected joy.

However, it was a pity that although the subsequent discussion further organized his own fist principles, it failed to trigger any new insights.

He was not impatient, knowing well that his progress could already be called lightning-fast; he only needed to proceed step by step and slowly digest what he had gained.

"Brother Chuan, I finally found you. We agreed that I'd take you around the hall..."

The call came from his side. Chen Mochuan and Feng Shi turned their heads in unison to see Li Biao walking over quickly.

"Eh? Instructor Feng, you're here too." Li Biao only then noticed Feng Shi on the side and hurriedly greeted him.

Seeing that the two had matters to attend to, Feng Shi smiled and stood up to take his leave.

Only when he was truly free did he recall an important matter, so he hurriedly opened his personal terminal and sent a message to Hong Yucheng.

"Chen Mochuan triggered 'Wisdom Heart' today and reached the entry level of Tiger Fiend Fist in just an hour and a half. He is suspected of having a hidden ailment, which is why his blood-qi growth is sluggish, but based on his excellent comprehension, I still suggest listing him as a key observation target and striving to recruit him as a core member of the Martial Arts Hall."

After the message was sent, the corners of Feng Shi's mouth curled up; he could almost imagine the surprised expression on the Young Hall Master's face when he received the news.

Seeing Feng Shi walk away, Li Biao leaned close to Chen Mochuan and asked suspiciously, "I went to the Martial Arts Room for Tiger Fiend Fist to find you earlier and found you were already gone. You didn't reply to my messages either. Could it be that you were with Instructor Feng the whole time?"

Chen Mochuan nodded. "Mm, we chatted about basic fist principles for a while. I benefited a lot. As you said, Instructor Feng is indeed a good teacher."

Li Biao was just about to reply, but noticed that Chen Mochuan's state was not quite right and couldn't help but worry, "You look like you're exhausted."

"I sparred with Instructor Feng for a while and lost some strength. I'll be fine after a rest," Chen Mochuan replied.

Li Biao was stunned and looked Chen Mochuan up and down. "He took such good care of you the first time he met you? I bought twenty private lessons from him back then and didn't get this treatment... Did something happen during the lesson?"

Seeing his curious look, Chen Mochuan smiled and said dismissively, "Maybe it's because I reached the entry level of Tiger Fiend Fist that he started looking at me differently."

"What? You reached the entry level?!" Li Biao's eyes widened into circles. "Are you kidding me! It's only been one morning!"

Seeing that Chen Mochuan didn't seem to be joking, Li Biao gasped, "I know you're strong, but this is too outrageous..."

As if wanting to get to know this best friend of his all over again, he reached out and squeezed Chen Mochuan's arms hard. When he wanted to touch his shoulders, he was dodged by the other with a look of disgust.

Sheepishly withdrawing his hand, Li Biao immediately thought of something, and a mischievous smile appeared on his face. "That guy Gao Yin was showing off to you this morning; is he dumbfounded now?"

Chen Mochuan shook his head, not caring about that person at all. "I'm not sure. I've been focusing on practicing my fists and haven't paid attention to him."

Li Biao grinned, revealing two rows of neat, white teeth. "It's fine. Next time I block him myself, I'll have to help him recall what happened this morning. That guy always messed with my head before!"

Seeing that Chen Mochuan's condition was still not very good and knowing that he must be extremely tired, he suggested, "Let's go to the cafeteria. The food here is very good; if you eat more, you can quickly replenish your physical strength."

Chen Mochuan thought for a moment but said, "Instructor Feng suggested that I should go for a professional massage first, saying it would be beneficial for physical recovery."

"That's true. If you're too full, a massage isn't very comfortable," Li Biao agreed readily. "Let's go, I'll take you to the Massage Room."

After swiping their cards at the service desk on the fourth floor, the two separated and were each led to an individual Massage Room.

If he hadn't known about the benefits of a Gold Member beforehand—that one could enjoy free massage services within the martial arts hall—Chen Mochuan would never have been willing to spend money on a massage.

"Please change your clothes first; the masseur will be here shortly." The service staff handed over a set of clean massage clothes and then politely closed the door and left.

Because he was covered in sweat, Chen Mochuan took a quick shower in the bathroom. After changing into the massage clothes, he began to look around the massage room.

The furnishings in the tidy room were very simple. Apart from the bathroom, there was only a massage bed that looked quite comfortable, a small cabinet, and a shelf with bottles and jars.

Such an arrangement inexplicably reminded him of certain special scenes in the film and television works of his past life, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

"Knock, knock, knock..." A knock on the door sounded.

"Please come in."

A middle-aged man around forty with a kind face pushed the door open and entered. Chen Mochuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself that he had really overthought things.

"Hello, please lie down."

Chen Mochuan lay on the bed as instructed. Having lived two lives, he had never had this kind of full-body massage, and being in a closed room, he felt a little uncomfortable.

The middle-aged man took a burner of sandalwood incense from the shelf and lit it by the bed. The elegant fragrance quickly permeated the air, and Chen Mochuan's mind relaxed accordingly.

Reaching out to knead Chen Mochuan's back a few times, the masseur tested the pressure and then began the massage.

The masseur's technique was very professional, and combined with the sandalwood incense that could soothe the spirit, Chen Mochuan felt the soreness in his muscles gradually easing.

After massaging for a while, the masseur made a timely reminder: "Your muscle fatigue is quite high; you practiced a bit too hard. I suggest you pay attention to controlling the intensity of your training next time to avoid strains."

Chen Mochuan humbly accepted the advice.

Afterward, he saw the other take a glass bottle from his portable toolbox, scoop out a piece of ointment with his finger, and prepare to apply it to his body.