Wen Qinghe made an excuse about wanting to go out and clear his head. Every day, he would sneak out to follow Su Xin and learn the Hate Extreme Fist and Grudge Extreme Palm.
These two and a half-star martial skills might be of little use to Su Xin now, but to Wen Qinghe, they were treasures beyond compare.
He learned quickly, too. After only two or three days, he could already use them properly. Judging by his proficiency, Su Xin estimated that he had reached at least five percent.
The Hate Extreme Fist and Grudge Extreme Palm were martial arts created by Yuan Shixian, and they were imbued with strong emotions.
Yuan Shixian hated Zhuge Zhengwo and resented the injustice of heaven and earth.
Wen Qinghe also harbored hatred, so he picked them up very quickly.
In terms of sheer power, the Hate Extreme Fist and Grudge Extreme Palm were far superior to the Great Silk-Entangling Hand and Divine Pulse-Severing Finger passed down by the Wen Family. Wen Qinghe was therefore confident he could defeat Wu Qingyun now.
"Qinghe, you've made a good start with the Hate Extreme Fist. Now you need to practice diligently and even spar with others before you can truly master it. As for facing Wu Qingyun, as long as you perform normally, your odds of winning are over seventy percent," Su Xin said.
Wen Qinghe nodded confidently. "When I get back, I'll challenge Wu Qingyun again in front of everyone. This time, I'll definitely beat him and win Qing'er back."
Su Xin's expression turned strange. "You want to beat him just to win that Chen Clan young lady back?"
"Of course," Wen Qinghe said, as if it were obvious. "Qing'er doesn't know what Wu Qingyun is really like, but I do. He's a playboy.