High Martial Arts: Starting from the Strongest Junior High Student

on the lawn.

Chen Shi frowned and asked, "Then doesn't that mean I have one less attack method than others?"

"Can't you think straight?" Di Yun asked, puzzled. "Is cotton the same as hitting someone with a brick?"

"Hardness itself is a form of energy!"

After saying that, Di Yun suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said, "I've thought of something good you can play with."

He took out a deck of cards from his home and skillfully shuffled and dealt the cards in front of Chen Shi, saying as he played, "I met your master's wife through playing cards."

"You're a sophomore, right?"

Chen Wan'er smiled and said, "Second year of high school, first semester."

Then, Di Yun suddenly drew a card, making a whooshing sound, and then flicked it with two fingers.

"call out!"

The card was stuck in the wooden door in the distance.

Di Yun turned to Chen Shi and said, "You can practice when you have nothing to do, using your martial intent."

After saying that, Di Yun tossed him a card and said, "Condense according to the size of this card."

Chen Shi's eyes lit up, and he immediately tried it. He held the King of Spades in his right hand, and black martial intent surged from his palm. It took him more than ten seconds to condense a black card that was about the size of a playing card.

Then, he suddenly flung the card into the distance.

"call out!"

The sound of something cutting through the air was piercing, but before it even reached the wooden door, the black card dissipated on its own.

Di Yun said calmly, "Your martial intent value is too low. Martial intent dissipates when it's too far away from you."

"Practice slowly."

"Once your martial intent level is high, you can condense your dark martial intent into hidden weapons for use."

"Understood." Chen Shi nodded emphatically and said, "Master, there's something I've always been confused about."

"Superpowers consume physical energy, but what does martial intent consume?"

"No cost," Di Yun said calmly. "The source of martial intent is your personal will."

"Willpower is what controls the movement of your body. Whether you take a step forward or a step back is determined by your will."

"There are only two situations in which a person cannot use their martial intent."

"Asleep, or dead."

"Will is not something that can be quantified. There is no such thing as a realm. There are only two possibilities: it exists or it does not exist."

"Your eyes are open, you can move, that will exists, and you can use martial intent."

"You're unconscious, you're dead, your will no longer exists."

Chen Shi recalled the golden-light deity he encountered when he inherited the Bloodline Immortality.

He describes himself as having a will to pass on the bloodline for eternity.

Furthermore, judging from his words, he was an extremely ancient being whose physical body had long since vanished into the river of time, yet he was still able to transcend eternity and converse with himself in this era.

Thinking about this, Chen Shi felt that his understanding of will might be naturally deeper than that of others.

……

Life continued as usual; training continued, and meals were eaten as usual.

Zhang Xuexin explained to Chen Shi how to approach the concept of a hypothetical enemy.

The best imaginary enemy is yourself.

The future Chen Shi!

So during the subsequent training, Chen Shi would fantasize every day about fighting against the future Chen Shi. The more he thought about it, the more motivated and excited he became!

My martial intent value has actually started to increase, but very slowly, only about 2 points a day. It's still faster to get it from real combat.

Now, Chen Shi studies staff techniques, body movements, improves his blood and qi, and martial intent every day, making progress daily.

As Zhang Xuexin watched her senior brother grow stronger and stronger, her body became softer and softer. Every now and then, she would lean weakly against his shoulder, snuggling up to him and feeling the sense of security brought by the massive blood energy within him.

Lying in the boy's arms felt incredibly blissful, as if she were enveloped in immense warmth. This caused the girl to start acting strangely, unconsciously clamping the blanket between her legs every night while sleeping.

She couldn't help but tell her teacher's wife about it.

Chen Wan'er said it was very difficult to comment.

He's too hot-blooded, too worldly-wise, and precocious.

All she could tell Zhang Xuexin was, "You won't have this kind of trouble after you turn eighteen."

Zhang Xuexin was roughly aware of her situation, and afterwards she couldn't help but blush when she looked at Chen Shi. She then told herself that love is about restraint.

Halfway through the winter vacation, the second Spring Festival arrived.

It started snowing again in Linshan City.

Thick snow covered the backyard of the master's house, and the boys and girls practicing there suddenly started a snowball fight.

Chen Shi frantically stirred the snow on the ground with a stick, his face beaming with excitement, as if the snow had become his special attack effect. He was having a great time, constantly splashing snow onto the girl!

Zhang Xuexin did the same; white bones protruded from the tiger's mouth of her hands, forming two basins. She could scoop up a large basin of snow with each scoop and then throw it at Chen Shi.

The two chased each other through the snow, filling the entire backyard with laughter.

In the living room on the first floor, the warm light from the fireplace flickered. Chen Wan'er seemed to have two more gray hairs. She sat quietly by the fireplace, covering her knees with a blanket. Fat Orange was fast asleep on top of her, and even the sound of Di Yun's footsteps coming downstairs didn't wake it, because it was already too familiar with this house.

"Xue'er's parents called me; she's going home tonight."

Chen Wan'er nodded gently and said, "I didn't go home for the New Year last year, so I really should go back this year."

"It's not the New Year," Di Yun said, squatting at the top of the stairs, smoking. "It's about telling Xuexin about their divorce."

"So suddenly?" Chen Wan'er's expression changed slightly.

"Her parents haven't had any feelings for each other for a long time," Di Yun said calmly. "They've only stayed together to take care of their daughter."

"Now, more than a year has passed, and they've realized that their daughter can live a good life without them, so they've decided to get a divorce."

"Who does it belong to?" Chen Wan'er asked.

"It makes no difference," Di Yun shook his head. "Both of them love this daughter."

"His father was fed up with the daily grind and wanted to use his savings to ride the human race."

"His mother was also fed up with the life of a housewife and was ready to do something she liked."

Di Yun sighed, "Giving birth is truly terrifying."

"We don't have that kind of problem."

Chen Wan'er chuckled softly, saying nothing more. As the sun gradually set, Zhang Xuexin reluctantly returned home after receiving the call, while Chen Shi continued his training and ate his New Year's Eve dinner here.