Gao Wuming: From Dockworker to Physical Achievement

After leaving the shantytown, Chen Yi headed to the dock market as usual.

First, buy three large meat pies from the stall. One bite, and the crispy crust, meat, and fat all mix together in your mouth, giving you immense satisfaction.

Then we ate and strolled around the market to balance out the days and nights of practicing boxing.

The dock market has everything. In addition to daily necessities, some areas also have tandoors, casinos, brothels, and opium dens.

Chen Yi's gaze swept across the rest of the place, but lingered only on the White Smoke Pavilion.

While casinos and brothels are harmful, they are not even a fraction as profitable as opium dens.

Those people inside the building, even if they were emaciated, still wanted to smoke white cigarettes. As long as they had a puff of smoke, they would give up everything else. They could no longer be called human.

After watching for a while, Chen Yi looked away.

Knowing the harm is harmful but being powerless to do anything about it is a truly frustrating feeling, but for now, the only option is to turn a blind eye.

Chen Yi's relaxed mood was ruined by the white smoke shop, and he lost his desire to stroll through the market.

He ate the meat pie in a few quick steps, then strode over to the butcher's stall and tossed out a silver dollar.

"Give me five jin."

After mastering the Returning Mountain Fist, Chen Yi felt his appetite had increased. He used to be able to eat three meat pies until he was stuffed, but now he was only about 70% full.

The butcher looked at Chen Yi with surprise.

After all, laborers rarely come to buy meat, and he still remembered what Chen Yi looked like.

I was surprised that a laborer could buy so much when I only bought two kilograms.

Now he's actually buying five pounds at once.

However, he didn't say much. After accepting the money, he quickly began to cut the meat.

He does business at this dock market, and apart from the residents of Mianxiang Town, he never inquires about other people's affairs, which is why he has been able to sell meat steadily until now.

After cutting it, Chen Yi took the meat, a heavy bag.

"There are still four silver dollars and several dozen copper coins, enough to eat meat for a while."

Chen Yi calculated his finances and felt that he could make ends meet until he mastered the Returning Mountain Fist.

They bought a large pile of grain cakes and then headed back to the shantytown.

In the shantytown, Chen Yi put down his food, his mind replaying the man who had been dragged into the alley by the gang that night.

And the opium dens at the dock market.

A strange feeling lingered in my heart.

"I don't want to think about it anymore, practicing my boxing is the most important thing."

Chen Yi took a deep breath, assumed a fighting stance, and began practicing the Returning Mountain Fist.

In this arduous practice, a day passed in the blink of an eye.

As evening approached, Chen Yi lit a fire to roast meat, preparing to eat it.

After a day of boxing practice, his body was only a little tired, unlike before when he couldn't even lift his arms.

"After training to exhaustion and then recovering last time, my body has become much stronger, and I can now train continuously."

Chen Yi looked ahead.

Returning Mountain Fist.

Level: Proficient.

Proficiency: 100/400.

Based on experience, I can gain another 100 proficiency points tonight.

If I practice for another day and night tomorrow, I'll reach the next proficiency level.

Chen Yi didn't want to rest for a moment. After eating, he immediately began a new round of arduous training.

His proficiency in the Returning Mountain Fist was also improving at a visible rate.

The next night.

Chen Yi let out a long breath.

On the panel in front of him, his proficiency level jumped up to 399.

The requirements for the next level have been met.

In an instant, a wealth of key points and practical experience related to the Returning Mountain Fist appeared in my mind.

Chen Yi couldn't help but unleash a complete set of punches on the spot, his movements extremely powerful and without the slightest obscurity.

When you practice your fist technique to its fullest extent, the power originates from your feet, flows from your waist and abdomen to your fist, and the strength of your whole body is integrated into one, ultimately striking out.

Snapped.

A crisp sound came from Chen Yi's arm, and then his fist slammed hard against the wooden wall of the shed.

Bang.

A hole the size of a bowl was visible in the wall of the shed, surrounded by cracks.

This is the effect he achieved with that punch.

"This is the Returning Mountain Force. I'm afraid only a martial artist who has received the true teachings of the Returning Mountain Fist can master such a technique."

Chen Yi looked at the holes in the shed and murmured.

Then I found some weeds to fill the hole, and told myself not to smash the house, because I wouldn't have the money to fix it if it got damaged.

Let's look at the panel again.

Returning Mountain Fist.

Level: Mastery.

Proficiency: 0/800.

"After mastering the Great Perfection, are there still proficiency levels? Entering the Inner Chamber allowed me to master the Returning Mountain Force. What will I gain at the next proficiency level?"

Chen Yi glanced at the panel for a while, then continued his arduous practice.

He has only one thought in his mind right now.

Let's see what you can gain by mastering the Returning Mountain Fist technique to its full potential.

My proficiency is increasing by 200 per day, which is the current limit.

Several days passed in this way.

During this period, Chen Yi only went out twice, both times to buy food, as the weather was hot and things couldn't be kept for long.

Otherwise, he would have spent all his money at once and stayed in the shack forever.

Through his relentless practice, his proficiency in the Returning Mountain Fist improved dramatically, finally reaching its peak on the fourth night.

Returning Mountain Fist.

Level: Perfect.

Proficiency: None.

The physical fatigue from practicing boxing has completely subsided, and perfect boxing techniques flood my mind, but this is not the most important thing.

Chen Yi stared straight ahead. After completing the Returning Mountain Fist, a line of text appeared in mid-air.

[You have mastered a martial art to perfection, and through this, you have grasped its true essence, gaining +1 to your fist power.]

Chen Yi felt an extra force attached to his hands, which he could unleash with his fists at any time.

"After mastering the fist technique, can it still produce such an effect? ​​I wonder how powerful it is."

Chen Yi felt a surge of excitement and wanted to throw a punch right away.

But seeing the bowl-sized hole left in the shed, he held back, as the shed couldn't be fully utilized.

He immediately stepped out of the shed and went outside.

The streets of the shantytown were littered with garbage. Chen Yi looked around and found a rock about half a person's height.

After thinking for a while, he returned to the shack, found a piece of tattered clothing, tore it into strips, and wrapped them around his hands.

Then return to the stone.

Suddenly, a punch was thrown.

Snapped.

A crisp sound came from his arm as Chen Yi gathered all his strength into a powerful force, which slammed into the rock.

The moment it touched the stone, a new force burst forth from the fist.

Bang.

The stone shattered and shattered, scattering fragments all over the ground.

Chen Yi was stunned for a moment. He knew that once the Returning Mountain Fist was mastered to perfection, the user's strength would definitely be extraordinary.

I never imagined that a single punch could shatter stone.

Of course, the +1 to punching power also contributed to this; otherwise, a pair of bare hands would still be insufficient to fight against a rock.

Chen Yi also had a sudden realization.

"Perhaps compared to the fist technique itself, the +1 to fist power gained upon mastering it is the most important thing."

"I don't know how much of a gap there is between my current strength and that of those martial arts masters."

Chen Yi removed the strip of cloth from his hand and put it into his pocket.

During this process, he noticed that his fist seemed to be somewhat different.

Only when I touched it did I realize that a layer of keratin had grown on my knuckles at some point.

You can't see it at all unless you look closely.

"Is this the effect of the punching technique, or the effect of punching power +1? No wonder the stone cracked just now, but my hand didn't hurt at all."

Chen Yi looked at his fist and sighed.

He was generally satisfied with what he had gained after perfecting the Returning Mountain Fist.

Once he had mastered the fist techniques, Chen Yi's mind began to wander.

It's time to go check out the docks.

He should have made his money now.