With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 95 Martial Arts Genius, Gathering Strength

Before going to bed that night, Meng Chuan went to check the message board of the Hard Skills online course and found that some netizens had given him advice.

[You can check in your local areas where there are many non-locals; basically no one here uses this kind of thing.]

Meng Chuan praised the netizen's wit.

There happens to be a bustling street in the northern forest area of ​​Yong'an City, which is always lively, whether it's a holiday or a regular day. He decided to go and take a look this Saturday.

Thursday night.

It was almost 11 o'clock, and the sparring session between Meng Chuan and Luo Guanyun was coming to an end.

The two exchanged blows and defenses as they moved in and out of each other's way. Meng Chuan fought and retreated, dodging to the corner of the wall to look for an opportunity, while Luo Guanyun's punches were fierce and relentless.

With Meng Chuan's move of ascending to the clouds and stepping on the sky, he flipped over and landed behind Master Luo before raising his fist to strike.

As if Luo Guanyun had eyes in the back of his head, he swung his arm back without turning his head, catching Meng Chuan's fist, and then tossed it aside, bringing the two to a stop.

"Do you know why I knew where your fist was going to strike without even looking?"

Meng Chuan was also very curious, because he had used a soft force in his final close-range strike, and the wind from his punch had not blown away at all.

Logically speaking, Master Luo shouldn't be able to sense it.

“A true master is aware of everything around him. Even though you concealed the force of your punch, every movement you made still carried a flow of energy. This is the signal that you are about to make a move.”

Meng Chuan seemed to understand but not quite, and was about to ask again when Luo Guanyun spoke first:

"I have practiced martial arts for decades, and I can keenly perceive every movement you make, from the tension of your muscles to the rise and fall of your breath."

This isn't something profound or mysterious; it's the result of long-term training in perception.

"Practicing martial arts is not just about learning moves and routines. If you only focus on those and ignore your overall awareness, you will be in trouble."

It's like the blind men and the elephant; they can't possibly grasp the whole picture of martial arts.

"To train your perception, you need to listen."

Meng Chuan listened intently, his eyes filled with thought.

Seeing his apprentice's condition, Luo Guanyun nodded slightly, a look of satisfaction on his face.

"Okay, it's not that difficult. Just remember to practice with it in the future."

Meng Chuan nodded and prepared to say goodbye and go home.

Just then, his phone rang, and the screen displayed the name "Chen Xuewu".

Chen Xuewu was a fellow Bajiquan practitioner whom Meng Chuan met during the martial arts ranking competition at the martial arts school.

The other party's master, Liu Sanduo, was also one of Luo Guanyun's friends.

After exchanging phone numbers, the two lost contact with each other due to their busy schedules.

Meng Chuan was curious why he was being called so late.

[This is Chen Xuewu. Brother Meng, are you still awake?]

[You're not asleep? What's wrong?]

To be honest, I'd like to learn Luo's Bajiquan from Brother Meng to improve my Bajiquan routine. Would that be possible?

Master Luo happened to be nearby, and Meng Chuan relayed Chen Xuewu's request.

Luo Guanyun nodded slightly.

"It's okay, you can teach me."

[Brother Xuewu, no problem.]

On the other end of the phone, Chen Xuewu was also very happy to hear the news.

"Thank you very much, Brother Meng. Would you like to come to our martial arts school for a sparring match? I recently passed the sixth Qi and Blood Barrier and was just looking for someone to test my skills against."

Upon hearing this, Meng Chuan was overjoyed.

The level of his classmates at the martial arts school and university had long surpassed his own, so he had a rare opportunity to spar with someone of similar skill. Therefore, he accepted the offer without hesitation.

Chen Xuewu paused, then continued:

When I was in martial arts school, I heard my classmates talking about how someone from your school, with a body capable of withstanding five checkpoints, managed to defeat six bandits. I immediately guessed it was you, right?

Meng Chuan smiled and responded, which was taken as tacit agreement.

Chen Xuewu eagerly said:

[I also wanted to take this opportunity to see how I compare to them.]

【Brother Xuewu, you're too clever for your own good. I've also passed the sixth level. I'm afraid this test will be a close call.】

Chen Xuewu was startled. He had much higher blood energy than Meng Chuan during the martial arts competition, but he didn't expect Meng Chuan to catch up so quickly.

And most importantly, the other person is a year younger than him.
After a moment of silence, a hearty laugh came from the other end of the phone:

[Haha, like I said before, we'll see who's truly capable then!]

【it is good! 】

Meng Chuan was going to Waimin Street this Saturday, so he and Chen Xuewu finally arranged to meet on Sunday.

Looking at his apprentice's eyes, which were full of vigor and fighting spirit, Luo Guanyun felt just like he had been when he was young.

The passion and heroism of yesteryear slowly resurfaced in my mind, but alas, time flies and youth is gone.

Saturday.

Many shops on Waimin Street were closed in the morning, so Meng Chuanru, as usual, came to the martial arts school early in the morning to practice his boxing.

His Luo-style Bajiquan is becoming more and more flavorful. He no longer pursues power in his punches and kicks, but strives to make each move more ferocious!
Martial arts is a killing game, not child's play.

Meng Chuan stared at the nonexistent enemy in front of him, and in an instant, his body swayed and thrust forward. Apart from his fists, his shoulders, elbows, hips, and every other part of his body were exceptionally fierce.

As the force was exerted, a sharp hissing sound of airflow could be heard continuously in mid-air.

Just as he was engrossed in his practice, his gaze was drawn to a student not far away. That student was focused on practicing Bengquan (a type of fist technique), performing each move with great seriousness.

Taking advantage of a break in his boxing practice, Meng Chuan walked over and watched with great interest.

Bengquan is a third-rate Xingyi wood-type fist technique. Its characteristic is that when punching, it moves straight forward and backward like an arrow. It concentrates the power through the instantaneous transmission of force in the body parts and has a strong penetrating power.

He watched the student's movements, and the student stopped, feeling embarrassed by his gaze.

"It's okay, you keep practicing."

"Okay, big brother."

The new male instructor was a master of neutralizing force, proficient in wood-based boxing techniques. The students also learned to use Bengquan (a type of fist technique) from him.

Meng Chuan continued to observe, and the more he looked, the more he felt that this Bengquan (崩拳) was quite similar to the Paoquan (炮拳) he had mastered. His curiosity was piqued, and he couldn't help but try to demonstrate it on his hands.

Hey, that actually looks pretty convincing!
His starting stance and power exertion actually had some of the charm of the Bengquan (a type of fist technique).

While imitating, Meng Chuan pondered the similarities and differences between the two.

He thought:
"The similarities between these different styles of boxing are precisely the wonder of martial arts. They are all fist and foot techniques. If I can integrate these subtle connections, I might be able to take my understanding of martial arts to the next level."

Just then, after throwing his last punch, the student stopped and stood still. Seeing Meng Chuan's expression, he tentatively said:
"Is Senior Brother interested in Bengquan (Crushing Fist)?"

Meng Chuan responded with a smile:

"Yes, your punches are good, keep it up!"

Encouraged by Meng Chuan's words, the students became even more inspired and continued to practice their boxing diligently.

When it was lunchtime, Meng Chuan took a look at the panel and realized that he had mastered the Bengquan technique without any instruction.

【Bengquan: Beginner (8%) - Awaiting Limit Break】

[Limit Breaking Trait: Penetrating Bone (Beginner)]

"I've mastered the basics so easily. I think I'm starting to feel like a martial arts prodigy now."

Moreover, the Limit Breaking trait is just as he thought, related to penetrating power.

Third-rate boxing techniques are too ineffective in promoting blood circulation; Meng Chuanli is still more than thirty points away from the seventh level.

Even if you master the Bengquan (崩拳) technique, you can only add seven or eight points, which is far from enough.

Bengquan (崩拳) is different from the Tantric hard martial art [Doma Iron Arm], and it requires time to practice.

"Practice it when you have a spare moment, but now is not the time to grind for traits."

After finishing the nutritious lunch provided by the martial arts school, Meng Chuan took the tram to Waimin Street.

Looking at the bustling crowd inside the tram, Meng Chuan couldn't help but sigh at the beauty of life.

There has been almost no movement from the Demon Nest recently. It has become increasingly stable under the strong suppression of Principal Zheng and the army. It should be able to be completely wiped out soon.

By then, Yong'an City will surely return to its former bustling and vibrant state.
[We have arrived at Sajinqiao. Passengers heading to Waimin Street, please disembark from the rear door.]

This stop is a famous tourist attraction in Yong'an, and many people get off the bus, including quite a few Western foreign tourists.

Meng Chuan stood at the car door and got off first. After squeezing through the crowd for a while, a familiar figure got off and looked around.

Liu Ru also came along. She wore a pair of large sunglasses that covered her evil white giant eyes, and sniffed the air with Meng Chuan's scent.

"Where did this kid go?"

After walking for a few minutes, Meng Chuan reached the street corner, where the air was filled with the rich aroma of lamb skewers.

The streets were lined with vendors from the Western Regions selling lamb skewers. Meng Chuan randomly picked a stall and went up to ask for directions.

"Give me five skewers, boss."

"Brothers, five skewers won't fill you up. Young man, you can eat ten skewers and you'll be full."

"Okay, ten skewers then. Boss, do you know where I can buy Tantric ointment around here?"

Meng Chuan didn't speak very professionally; the boss was an ordinary person with no trace of martial arts training.

"Oh my, young man, you want this? You'll have to go to the back and ask. This area is full of tourists, so they don't allow you to sell that stuff."

The boss pointed, his mustache twitching, and said with a strange smile.

"There's a show."

Meng Chuan felt that he had made a good harvest today. The lamb skewers were ready, and he ate them as he walked.

After quickly finishing our meal, we followed the directions of the lamb skewer vendor and wandered through the depths of Waimin Street.

The environment here is completely different from that at the street corner. As far as the eye can see, there are houses belonging to the people of the Western Regions, and the surroundings are quiet and peaceful.

Without realizing it, he saw a house with its door wide open, and the scene inside was a bit frightening.

The ground was covered with pottery jars of varying heights, and scorpions, centipedes, spiders, and other venomous creatures were crawling around the mouths of the jars.

Just then, a man with a full-sleeve tattoo came out of the house. His eyes were wary, and he told Meng Chuan to leave quickly and not to linger there.

Seeing the other person's attitude, Meng Chuan didn't ask for directions and continued walking deeper into the alley.

As they turned into another alley, a faint scent of essential oils filled the air, instantly invigorating Meng Chuan.

After walking around the entire alley, this was the only shop left. On the small red signboard were four large, dark yellow characters: "Western Region Divine Oil".

Meng Chuan lifted the thick black curtain and went inside.

The boss heard someone come in, but didn't even look up and continued playing on his phone.

"Brother, pick whatever you like, they're all genuine and high-quality stuff, guaranteed to give you a really good kick."

"Hard?"

After walking around the store, he realized that the owner was right.

This is a fictional story; please do not apply it to real life.
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