CHAPTER 53: CHAPTER 53: PREPARING FOR THE QUALIFYING MATCH

Peak Martial Arts Dojo.

[Extreme Fist · Liu Sanduo] is sparring with his newly accepted direct disciple Chen Xuewu.

"Xuewu, your progress is very fast, have you seen the list for this ranking competition?"

Chen Xuewu kept his hands moving, thought briefly, and said loudly:

"Master, I have seen it, getting first place shouldn’t be a problem."

Liu Sanduo intercepted his punch and with a wave of his hand, they separated.

"Xuewu, your strength doesn’t worry me, but your mindset still needs to be steady."

"Pay attention to those who have grasped Dark Strength; it’s unpredictable and hard to defend against."

"As your master, I don’t care much about winning or losing. More importantly, don’t get injured. We need to keep a long-term perspective, not just win or lose in the moment."

"I understand, Master."

His master’s thoughts mirrored his own; he was inherently steady and not a reckless person.

Liu Sanduo took out a list of the underage group from his mouth, and while marking it with a pen, his hand paused over the Infinite Martial Arts Dojo.

Though there are numerous dojos within Yong’an City, most are specialized Elephant Form dojos, with only three Xingyi dojos.

Infinite Martial Arts Dojo is the leading senior in Yong’an City for the Xingyi sect.

Being a fellow martial artist practicing Xingyi in the city, Luo Guanyun’s strength is immense, so Liu Sanduo refers to him as the big brother.

"Xuewu, pay attention to the one named Meng Chuan. Infinite Martial Arts Dojo has a good relationship with us, so go easy on him if you meet. Show some face to the opponent."

"Alright, Master. If I meet him, I will make sure he loses gracefully."

...

"Wow, Senior Brother is incredible!"

After losing to Meng Chuan several times, Le Ping had completely become the second follower of the Senior Brother.

As for the first follower, it was undoubtedly Wang Yue.

"Xiaolezi, you’re no good either. Before you could exchange a few moves, now Brother Chuan just makes a slight move and you can’t even handle it?"

Le Ping got angry, dragged Wang Yue to the arena.

"You’re pretty arrogant, come up with me, let’s exchange moves."

Wang Yue wasn’t a match for Le Ping, struggling forcefully while shouting:

"Where’s my bodyguard? Quickly, someone’s hitting me!"

The bodyguard nearby pretended not to see, turning his eyes to the side.

The special gloves on his hand, with claw tips opening and closing involuntarily, represented his internal unrest.

"Forget it, they won’t kill him anyway. The boss said to give Young Master Wang as much opportunity to train as possible."

The dojo ranking competition is about to take place, and recently Liu Ru has no time to spar with him.

The opponent seemed possessed, relentlessly practicing Pile Skill and fist skills daily, always the first to arrive and last to leave.

Meng Chuan thought:

"Sister Ru probably wants to perform well in front of the Master."

Instructor Liu Ru is kind to him, often teaching him fist skills and sparring with him during free time, so he should speak well of her to the Master.

If the Master accepts her as a direct disciple, having an elder sister would actually be nice.

Without watching Le Ping repair Wang Yue, Meng Chuan saw no one in the Qi Blood testing room and stepped in.

[Qi and Blood Value: 9.86→10.60]

Although [Luo Family Eight Extremes] is still at the beginner stage and hasn’t broken through to proficiency.

But as a top-tier second-tier fist skill, its promotion and growth to Qi and Blood is excellent, and Meng Chuan’s Qi and Blood value improved significantly.

Meng Chuan walked out of the Qi Blood testing room.

"There’s still some preparation time before the competition starts. Inch Step is almost perfected, strive to break through Luo Family Eight Extremes to proficiency and it will be stable."

For the first time competing in front of the Master, Meng Chuan’s goal is only first place, not second.

"Next, practice Inch Step, strive for perfection within two days, Cannon Fist is increasingly getting a feel to it, and the distance to limit breaking isn’t far."

"Luo Family Eight Extremes is the key to victory, must allocate the most time to it, and Pile Skill should not be interrupted for even a day, interrupting once leads to a second time."

Meng Chuan felt he was incredibly busy, needing to train in too many martial arts, wishing a day had 48 hours.

...

Seven days later, in Infinite Martial Arts Dojo.

Liu Ru Instructor recently has no time to teach the apprentices, with Wang Dong and Le Ping temporarily replacing her to help teach the new apprentices who haven’t started.

Wang Dong is older and doesn’t like to show off.

Le Ping jumped onto a wooden stake, alternately switching hands in Cannon Fist with great fluidity, his steps like a dragon or snake, making the new apprentices’ eyes shine brightly.

"Brother Le is awesome!"

"Is this Cannon Fist? So amazing!"

"Brother Le is invincible; isn’t his form like a cannon, probably able to punch a tree straight through!"

Le Ping was embarrassed, hurriedly refuting:

"I’m not invincible, don’t talk nonsense."

The new apprentices were puzzled.

On the side, Wang Dong explained lazily:

"You’ve only been here two days, you haven’t seen Senior Brother Meng Chuan."

He was an old-timer, calling Meng Chuan, who is much younger than him, Senior Brother without feeling any embarrassment.

"Senior Brother Meng is truly formidable, 16-year-old Cannon Fist perfection, Inch Step perfection, achieving Dark Strength."

"A punch probably could truly pierce straight through a big tree."

The new apprentices were completely shocked, most were older than Meng Chuan.

"Is he still human?"

Seeing Meng Chuan wasn’t around, Le Ping took the opportunity to boast on his behalf.

"Before you started martial arts, seeing Brother Chuan was like a frog in the bottom of a well seeing the moon; after starting, seeing Brother Chuan was like a mayfly looking at the sky!"

"You really are good at sucking up Xiaole! I’m almost disgusted to death."

Le Ping heard the voice before seeing the person.

"Looking for a fight, fatty? You’re tearing down my pedestal again!"

"Oh? Xiaolezi dared to make a move, see who is standing behind me?"

Wang Yue ran up to Le Ping, proudly raised his head and met his gaze.

At this moment, Liu Ru and Meng Chuan were coming from afar slowly.

Seeing the dojo’s legendary figures arrive, new and old apprentices stirred up instantly.

"Senior Brother!"

"Feels like Brother Meng has gotten stronger!"

Someone whispered:

"It’s on point, too on point! Is this the aura of a strong person? I’m about to suffocate!"

Meng Chuan smiled and responded to everyone’s greetings:

"Hello everyone, long time no see."

...

Recently, due to the competition, Liu Ru also benefited from Meng Chuan, and followed him for a few days of special training at Luo Guanyun’s home.

During the special training process, Liu Ru was completely awed by Meng Chuan.

Every moment was an improvement; the other person seemed like an untiring fist-punching machine.

Once during practice inspiration struck, Meng Chuan kept punching until past midnight.

After finishing, he remembered not having stood piles and persisted in standing until after five in the morning, sleeping for six hours, then got up to continue punching.

Whenever tired, medicinal paste would supplement energy, if drowsy, nap for half an hour.

In the final days of special training, even Luo Guanyun couldn’t help but forcibly make him rest.

"When I was young, I wasn’t this ruthless, this kid, too darn solid, not bad at all."

Yesterday Meng Chuan managed to have a good sleep, because today is the day for drawing lots.

The training results during this period were extremely gratifying; thinking back now, he doesn’t know how he managed to persevere.

"I must be worthy of this extraordinary panel, if not clever, then I’ll exchange it for effort!"

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