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Chapters 1022 and 1017. Seeking Help
Under the disdainful gaze of the Divine Fist, Ma En practiced the Longevity Fist more than ten times in a row, and each time he practiced it was slightly smoother than before, and the image of the Divine Fist in his mind became clearer and clearer.

However, his movements were still far from what they used to be. Ma En could feel that his body was not only much weaker than before, but he also had much less control over his limbs.

Even his feelings and understanding of martial arts became much more blurred as a result.

Finally, seemingly tired of watching, Divine Fist couldn't help but say:
"Who is your master? He really should give you a good beating."

Marx and Engels slowly withdrew their stance:
"I also want to know who my master is, but unfortunately I don't remember."

He politely pointed to his head:

"Sir, I have a problem here, and it seems to have gotten much worse recently. I can't remember most things anymore, and even my martial arts skills are having problems. It's like I've gone mad from practicing martial arts, which is why I'd like to ask you for your advice..."

The old man waved his hand impatiently:
"I'm not blind, you don't need to tell me so much. You're not going crazy, and it's not a memory problem either."

Marx and Engels asked respectfully:
"Then what's the problem?"

The old man raised an eyebrow:

"Who am I to tell you?"

Upon seeing this, Marx and Engels replied:

"If there's anything you need my help with, senior, I'll absolutely do my best without hesitation..."

The Divine Fist said without any politeness:
"You're doing me a favor by not hanging around me. I have no interest in lecturing to incompetent juniors. Stop disturbing my retirement. I have no obligation to help you."

Upon hearing this, Marx and Engels bowed again.

"Understood, senior."

Then, he politely retreated to the edge of the square, keeping as far away from the Divine Fist as possible while ensuring that the other party could see his figure, and then resumed his stance and began to punch.

This time, he no longer paid attention to the Divine Fist, but instead began to practice the Longevity Fist with undivided attention, constantly trying to find the techniques he had forgotten, practicing patiently as if he were learning to walk again.

Half an hour passed, and only after he finished performing a set of exhilarating Longevity Fist did Ma En notice that the Divine Fist in the distance had once again assumed a stance and started performing the same set of Longevity Fist again.

Ma En immediately focused his attention on the scene, and after only a few punches, he noticed something was wrong. Although the way he had performed the Divine Fist was already perfect, many of the details he handled this time were different from last time. Seeing these differences, Ma En immediately realized what was going on.

These changes were not illogical, but were adjustments made entirely based on the problems with his own boxing technique. Moreover, before his mind could even comprehend them, his body had already begun to stir with the movements of the divine fist.

Many of the problems that had been troubling Maren began to be solved, and he was instantly captivated by what he saw. What brought him back to reality was the look in Shen Quan's eyes.

He was implying that he'd witnessed real boxing techniques.

Faced with his slightly contemptuous gaze, Ma En gratefully clasped his hands in a fist salute, then turned around and quickly resumed practicing the Longevity Fist. This time, he even felt his body become much lighter.

As he moved nimbly, his breathing gradually became smoother, and wisps of life began to emerge from his decaying body, as if a giant machine that had been sealed away for a long time had been officially started again.

Exhale, lunge, twist your waist, punch...

Tender shoots break through the soil.

Snapped.

He abruptly withdrew his fist and stepped back, landing steadily on the ground.

"This is somewhat decent," Divine Fist said bluntly, having somehow managed to squat on the horizontal bar. "But it's only at a passable level. With this kind of talent, you'd be better off in a martial arts class." Although his words weren't pleasant to hear, Ma En understood that Divine Fist was trying to help him. He bowed gratefully to Divine Fist and emphasized again:

"Thank you for your guidance, senior. If there is anything I can do to help, I will do my utmost, even at the cost of my life."

Divine Fist waved his hand, this time not sending him away:

"Anyone can talk the talk, and I don't need your help. I'm just living here in my old age. Do you think I would have any enemies or unfinished business?"
"But you, how did you end up like this?"

Upon hearing the question from the Divine Fist, Ma En immediately replied humbly:
"Senior, I don't know either. It's like the blink of an eye for me to be here. I was just fighting some very dangerous guys not long ago, and now I'm here in the blink of an eye."

"They also said I've lost my mind, that my past memories are all hallucinations, and that all my martial arts skills have been affected since I came here. I don't know if I've forgotten them or what..."

The divine fist abruptly interrupted:

"Didn't I just tell you? This isn't a memory problem; you've been crippled."

Seeing that Divine Fist had indeed corrected his mistake, Ma En quickly pressed on with more questions:
"I've been crippled?"

The Divine Fist jumped down, then reached out and patted Marne's shoulder:

“That’s right. Someone crippled your martial arts, and their method was unique. They didn’t even sever your meridians. I’ve never seen such a method before, and it won’t be easy to break.”

Mar and Eng looked at him curiously:
"Even the seniors can't do anything about it?"

Divine Fist smiled dismissively:

"Of course I have a way, but the problem is why should I offend your enemy to help you? I don't know why your martial arts were crippled, nor do I know what kind of person you were before."

"Perhaps if I really help you cure your martial arts, you will immediately turn against me and attack me, or perhaps you were a heinous demonic person in the past, in which case helping you will only bring you countless troubles."

"You do respect me, but if a martial artist makes decisions without careful consideration and only acts on his own emotions, he will pay an unexpected price sooner or later."

"Since you've also practiced martial arts, you should understand this simple principle."

Marx and Engels asked:

"What if my martial arts were crippled by someone from the demonic path, and I'm burdened with a mission concerning the fate of all living beings? If that's the case, would you be willing to lend a hand, senior?"

Divine Fist sneered:

"Didn't you say you had memory problems? How do you know what your past situation was like?"

His words carried a hint of sarcasm, as if he were implying something.

Sensing this attitude, Mar and Eng also admitted it:

"I apologize, I did not tell you everything about this matter."

The Divine Fist crossed his arms and said:

"Of course, your spirit is scattered but not shattered, which is definitely not the case for recent memory problems. In that case, I need to ask you more questions: Why would I help a liar?"

(End of this chapter)