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Chapter 883, Chapter 878: "Martial Arts Prodigy"

park.

Dozens of figures of different ages, using different boxing styles, were practicing in rows, while a young man squatted not far away, observing their progress.

It was Marx and Engels squatting on the grass.

He temporarily suppressed his thoughts of stealing the phone, briefly checked the entire house, and after confirming that there was nothing else of interest, immediately set off for the park.

Almost 90% of martial arts practitioners are elderly, with some middle-aged people and a very small number of young men and women, and most of them do not have any special aura at all.

Apart from three of them.

Two of the three practitioners were elderly, and they were both using the Longevity Fist style. The third practitioner, however, was using a rather sharp palm technique, and his aura was quite unusual.

What Ma En cared about was the vitality emanating from the two old men.

They all had rosy, healthy-looking faces, and their movements were swift and powerful. Their bodies also exuded a robust feel from a distance, clearly indicating that the power of the Longevity Fist was operating within them.

But their vitality was far less than the spirit that Marx and Engels had just acquired.

It's at least several orders of magnitude different.

This also means a lot.

The young man hiding in the crowd, wielding sharp palm techniques, subtly exuded an aura completely different from the other martial artists around him. If Ma En had to pinpoint exactly what made him different…

That is, the fist techniques used by other martial artists all look like they are for strengthening the body, while his are for killing.

This appears to be a true martial artist.

After thinking for a moment, Ma En stood up and joined them.

He closed his eyes, focusing intently on his fist technique, and unabashedly unleashed the surging, intense vitality within him, freely releasing it into the surrounding air.

He quickly lost all sense of the outside world and became completely immersed in his boxing technique.

One punch, one punch, and another punch; one set, one set, and another set…

He didn't know how much time had passed, nor how many times he had practiced the Longevity Fist.

But just as he was retracting his fist, he heard a voice behind him.

"Not bad," the young man praised.

Ma En slowly withdrew from his stance, then opened his eyes to look at the martial artist who had quietly come up behind him.

"Thank you for the compliment," he replied somewhat shyly.

The young man looked at him sharply:
"If I may ask, who is your master...?"

Marx and Eng said in confusion:
“Master, I don’t have a master. I learned all of this myself through reading.”

Although the martial artist tried to hide his emotions, Ma En could easily see that when he said the words Ma En had been waiting for, an obvious look of glee flashed across his face.

That's right, that was Marx and Engels's scheme.

Longevity Fist is clearly a type of boxing style that anyone can learn, and it's probably not a secret technique of any martial arts school. So if anyone can master Longevity Fist, it's highly likely that they achieved it through self-study.

By observing their talents, Maren could deduce that self-taught individuals who could achieve his level of skill would likely be considered quite talented in today's world.

His purpose in practicing boxing was precisely to attract the attention of this martial artist.

There was another reason why Marx and Engels did this.

Unusual actions and behaviors that explore the boundaries of memory can lead to memory instability. Both of these, like "a large intake of information," can accelerate the depletion of the mind-altering drug.

This way, the memory can achieve his goal on its own, reducing the consumption of drugs. The martial artist, suppressing his joy, said:

"Really? To be able to learn to this level on your own, you must be quite talented. Haven't you ever thought about finding a martial arts school to become an apprentice for?

Marx and Engels looked thoughtful:
"That makes sense, but I've never considered that..."

The martial artist asked somewhat urgently:
"Would you like to consider studying at our martial arts school? I can introduce you to my master!"

Mar and Eng asked, somewhat puzzled:
Who is your master?

The martial artist then realized:

"Oh, right! I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Chai Shaoqin. My master is Liu Weilie, the famous 'Heavenly Hand' who recently won four consecutive public martial arts competitions."

Mar and Eng, who had never heard of this name before, showed a surprised expression:

"Master Liu?"

Chai Shaoqin nodded smugly:

"That's right. You must have seen the Jiangcheng Martial Arts Competition, right? My master's 'Heavenly Shifting Hand' is arguably the most powerful martial art in the entire Jiangcheng. If you become his disciple, you can also learn this unique skill."

This was clearly the opportunity that Marne had been hoping for. Although he didn't know what level of martial arts this "Heavenly Hand" was, it could definitely be used to verify his ideas and guesses.

But he still showed signs of backing down:

"But I only learned this martial art on my own. I had no experience with martial arts when I was a child. I didn't even master the Longevity Fist for very long. Am I really qualified to become Master Liu's disciple?"

Chai Shaoqin's eyes lit up even more:
"Of course, I can guarantee it to you. And how will you know if you don't try? We martial artists shouldn't overthink things before we encounter problems. You'll know once you do."

Marx and Engels were still somewhat hesitant:

"But I have no money, and..."

Chai Shaoqin interrupted:

"As long as my master is willing to take you as his disciple, no problem is a problem. Not to mention tuition fees, if you train here for a few months, my master might even give you money!"

"Don't even think about it. It's not like you'll lose anything by trying."

He paused for a moment, seemingly convinced he had guessed the reason for Marne's hesitation:

"If you're worried I'm a scammer, you can talk to your family first."

That's a good suggestion.

Since entering his past memories, Maren has never had any contact with his "family".

To be precise, he didn't appear in his more ordinary memories in the previous few instances, and his family shouldn't have appeared in those situations either, but there's another possibility.

That is, the relationship between myself and Chen Yun and the others in the past and present is completely different from the present.

Marx and Engels thought for a moment, then resolutely said:

"No, no need. Then how do we go to find a master?"

He didn't intend to cause any unnecessary trouble now. If he could take this opportunity to acquire decent martial arts skills, he could likely use them as leverage to better utilize Li Hongyu.

This could also potentially uncover more about his past.

Moreover, Ma En was quite suspicious that if he were to investigate his family relationships now, he might encounter many problems that would prevent him from continuing his martial arts practice.

If he's even less lucky, he might encounter some terrifying demon from the past, You Yue, or a devout believer from the past, Chen Yun, and either be killed by them, or suffer from information overload and lose all the effects of the medicine.

Hearing his firm words, Chai Shaoqin finally couldn't help but reveal a delighted smile:
"Let's leave now!"