Becoming a saint begins with apprenticing under the last martial arts champion.

Looking at the ink-colored words that naturally flashed through my mind.

Lu Changqing felt incredibly satisfied!

[Attack: 7>8 (Hundred-Foot Soaring Step +3)]

[Defense: 5]

[Life: 9 (Tai Chi Stance +2)]

[Mana: 0]

The technique has been mastered.

Along with it comes a more powerful and swift body!

As expected, its attack power has also increased slightly!

Lu Changqing couldn't stop smiling.

This is why Liu Bai and Kuli Qiang both said they were stronger than ordinary second-level trainees!

Unfortunately, it's difficult to quickly break through the Arhat Subduing Demon Palm technique.

Otherwise, with just his brute strength, he would probably be no less than a match for an ordinary three-trainer!

With this thought in mind, Lu Changqing suddenly remembered something...

Since practicing martial arts can make one's own attributes stronger.

High-level techniques are difficult to learn and practice.

If he only practices ninth-rank techniques, accumulating and learning a massive amount of them, constantly improving...

Is it possible to become invincible without practicing stance training?

Although he felt it was somewhat unlikely... he still decided to try again later when the opportunity arose.

...

"Okay, okay, okay!"

Liu Bai sat up from the recliner, looking at Lu Changqing with satisfaction in his eyes.

"I was hoping that by the time you've mastered your leg techniques for the competition three months from now, that will be enough."

"Now it seems I underestimated you!"

"Who knows, you might just be able to use your perfect legwork to fight in every single arena in Hong Kong!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Changqing's joy remained unchanged. "Thank you for your guidance, Young Master Liu, and thank you for your assistance in my cultivation, Brother Qiang!"

"Changqing, you have such talent, I was just helping you achieve your goal... It's nothing, it's nothing." Kuliqiang looked at Lu Changqing, his eyes flickered for a moment, and said sincerely.

After a brief exchange of compliments and a few words of casual conversation, Coolie Qiang left.

Only Lu Changqing and Liu Bai remained in the courtyard.

Liu Bai looked at Lu Changqing and said softly, "I know you have a grudge in your heart that you want to vent at the competition three months from now."

"As someone who teaches you skills."

"I can put your mind at ease..."

"You don't need to worry about offending other martial arts practitioners like your father did."

"After all, if you become the number one in Hong Kong, there will inevitably be many people who hate you. Since you're going to step on them anyway, you might as well step on them thoroughly!"

"Don't worry too much about interpersonal relationships. Once you really become number one, plenty of people will help you out."

Lu Changqing cupped his hands in a fist salute.

After a few pleasantries, he asked a question that he was very concerned about.

"Young Master Liu."

"At what level of martial arts training do we become immune to bullets?"

After a moment's thought, he realized his question was too broad, so he narrowed it down: "It's just..."

"Not afraid of ordinary gun squads."

Liu Bai blurted out, "Anyone below the Transformation Realm who tries to withstand heavy machine gun fire will basically die."

"With internal energy protecting the body above the Transformation Realm, withstanding a few heavy machine guns firing is not a problem."

"With its powerful internal energy, ordinary artillery fire generally cannot inflict a truly fatal wound on it... unless it's covered by heavy fire over a very large area..."

Lu Changqing immediately said, "In other words, before reaching the Transformation Realm, we martial artists are completely helpless against firearms..."

Liu Bai denied this claim: "In fact, with four training sessions, one is more than capable of handling ordinary muskets and pistols."

"Unless you're shot in the head, it's almost impossible to die."

"After mastering the basics, unless you encounter a well-trained gun squad of dozens of people, you are more than capable of protecting yourself against ordinary firearms."

At this point, Liu Bai's eyes narrowed slightly: "Why are you thinking of taking bullets head-on?"

"When we martial artists reach a certain level of skill, our speed becomes so great that ordinary people can't even keep up with our eyes, let alone hit us."

"That's our advantage..."

After hearing this, Lu Changqing smiled and nodded, "I know."

"As Young Master Liu said, the wise thing to do is to avoid if you can avoid it, and to kill if you can kill."

"I asked this simply out of curiosity: at what level can we martial artists truly become 'invincible'?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Bai couldn't help but laugh.

"Invincible? Even I, the martial arts champion, have become a 'slave of a conquered nation.' How can the word 'invincible' be so easily achieved?"

"But one thing is certain: at least for now, 'cultivation' can lead to invincibility."

"Technology... at least as far as I know, both domestically and internationally, is still not up to par... far from being 'invincible'."

"Otherwise, foreign churches and gangs that are practically nations wouldn't need to keep researching their strange cultivation methods..."

Liu Bai said a lot this time.

As Lu Changqing heard the last part, he recalled the energy clinging to Wang Hao at the bottom of the river that afternoon when the foreigners abducted him...

Is this the cultivation practice of foreigners?

He wanted to ask something else.

But Liu Bai replied, "Don't think about it."

The more you know, the more confused you become.

"Your journey has just begun. The purer and more focused you are, the faster you will go."

After hearing this, Lu Changqing also felt that this made sense.

Su Hui, from his past life, has experienced far too much of this fickleness...

He cupped his hands in greeting: "I understand, sir."

...

...

The golden rays of the setting sun shone on the river.

The water rippled so brightly that it was hard to open one's eyes.

As the days went by, the weather grew colder and colder.

On the river, the temperature changes more intensely between day and night.

Even though Lu Changqing was already practicing for the second time.

Even though I was wearing thin clothes, I still felt a slight chill.

The others on the boat all put on coats.

"Splash!"

On the ship's deck.

On Wednesday, when the fishing nets were pulled up, a dense, lively catch of fish came into view.

A smile spread across his face. "Life's getting better and better!"

He looked at Lu Changqing, "Brother Lu, today, I reckon we can each make at least three dollars!"

As soon as he finished speaking, smiles appeared on the faces of everyone else on the boat.

Lu Changqing was no exception.

Ever since Wang Shouyin ordered that the profits be divided with the fishermen, they have made a considerable amount of money.

People like Wednesday earn two to three dollars a day.

Lu Changqing, on the other hand, could get four or five.

For ordinary families, this is definitely a windfall.

Of course, there are requirements for this kind of job on the water.

Looking at the lively fish, Lu Changqing felt as if he were looking at his own hopeful future.

After all, martial arts training is a long and arduous journey.

Although I have some savings now, I can't just sit around and do nothing.

Liu Bai had specifically reminded him of this...

Just as Lu Changqing stepped forward to assist Liu Shitou and Zhou San in retrieving the net from the boat.

Three boats approached from a distance.

They surrounded us from three sides.

Each boat had seven or eight strong men.

Before they could even get really close.

On the boat to the left, the burly man with a thick beard, who was in the lead, shouted loudly, "Hey!"

"Leave your catch, and you can leave!"

As the fishing boats approached, the people on the three boats looked at Lu Changqing and his group with hostile expressions.

Old Chen clearly recognized the other person and immediately stepped forward with a smile.

"Brother Sun, we're from the Wang family's boats. We have connections with the canal transport gangs and have even exchanged greetings..."

Before he could finish speaking, the burly man surnamed Sun interrupted Old Chen.

"The commission period I negotiated with the gang leader expires tomorrow!"

"Your Wang family's ships are no longer allowed to come to this area!"

Liu Shitou spoke up: "The deadline is tomorrow, what do you want our catch for today?"

The burly man surnamed Sun chuckled dismissively. "What? You're not convinced?"

"Splash splash splash—"

On the three boats, there were a total of more than twenty people, nearly half of whom had taken out Mauser pistols from their waists.

Several bolt-action rifles, their black muzzles pointed at Lu Changqing and his group.

The atmosphere on the river instantly became heavy.