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【 Please select the 10th enhancement 】

【 1: Physique + 0.3 】

【 2: Natural aptitude + 0.2 】

【 3: Natural lifespan + 60 (days) 】

‘Natural aptitude…’ Zhang Feng first noticed option 2.

And observed his own information.

【 Natural aptitude: 0.8 】

【 Spiritual root: 0 】

This body's natural aptitude is a little better than ordinary people, with an extra 0.8.

At the same time, Zhang Feng chose 【 2: Natural aptitude + 0.2 】 without thinking.

The natural aptitude information changed again, becoming 【 1 】

After selecting, Zhang Feng didn't feel anything unusual in his body.

But through so many years of practice, Zhang Feng also understood that 【 Natural aptitude 】 makes a person's physique grow faster, rather than having an immediate effect.

For example, if two people with the same comprehension and perseverance go to practice martial arts together,

and one of them has no natural aptitude, practicing for a year will only increase their physique by 1.

Then a person with natural aptitude may increase it by 1.1.

This is the effect of high natural aptitude.

In the end, you gain more strength, and he gains less strength.

The person who gains more strength will definitely be called a 'suitable for martial arts, a martial arts genius.'

As for the learning speed during the period, it depends on comprehension and perseverance.

Zhang Feng has been practicing for so long and has a deep understanding of this.

And perseverance, Zhang Feng considers himself to have a bit of.

As for comprehension, Zhang Feng feels that it can be replaced by 【 Fighting Memory 】.

‘The enhancement selection is equivalent to comprehending everything that should be comprehended, which can be regarded as paving the way forward.’

Zhang Feng has a different understanding of comprehension,

‘Then all that's left is to practice step by step, and the perseverance to stick to the end.’

Although the enhancement only reaches 【 Intermediate Proficiency 】, far from the end point of thorough comprehension,

after having more fighting memories, Zhang Feng also feels that some force exertion techniques can be mutually converted, using the stones from other hills to polish his jade.

Therefore, this time going to see Brother Hao's master,

first, is to understand the martial arts world of the North and South.

Second, is to learn more about martial arts inheritance through formal channels.

Unknowingly, Zhang Feng has already fallen in love with martial arts, or rather, wants to find any usable opportunity to 'strengthen himself'.

… …

Ding-ling-ling—

The bicycle finally stopped outside a small martial arts gym in the suburbs.

Saying it's a martial arts gym, it's actually just a self-built three-story building, with two courtyards in the front and back.

In the early 2000s, self-built courtyards in the suburbs were quite common.

“Huff… I’m exhausted…”

Brother Hao pedaled through most of the city, and even in the slightly cold weather of early spring, he was sweating.

“Zhang Feng, follow me.”

He was still carrying two pounds of pig's head meat and a bottle of wine, which he bought on the way.

Zhang Feng followed him into the yard.

The gate wasn't locked.

The front yard wasn't spacious either.

At this moment, there were several bicycles and two motorcycles parked there, which already seemed a bit crowded.

“Third Senior Brother is here from the provincial capital.” Brother Hao glanced at the motorcycles and introduced to Zhang Feng:

“Third Senior Brother is from the provincial capital, but he comes here every few days to learn boxing.

He has been persisting for more than ten years.

When I was ten years old, my dad led me to join the school, and he was already here.

He even witnessed my apprenticeship ceremony.”

As he spoke, he weighed the meat and wine in his hand, "I bought too little food."

“Then should I go back and buy some more?” Zhang Feng looked towards the entrance.

The place to buy food was only half a mile away, not far.

Zhang Feng also had some money in his pocket.

Since he wanted to learn martial arts and understand things,

he still had to show his sincerity with a meal.

“It’s okay.” Brother Hao was very cheerful, “When it’s time to eat, we can stand next to them and watch Master and Third Senior Brother eat.”

“…” Zhang Feng was a little speechless.

Is this something a person can say?

It would be better to run a few steps and buy some more, but he insists on just watching?

“Hao Hao is here?”

At the same time as Zhang Feng and Brother Hao were talking,

an old man with graying temples came out from the building.

“Master!” Brother Hao greeted him happily.

“Little Hao, be steadier.” A slightly serious middle-aged man followed closely behind the old man.

“Third Senior Brother!” Brother Hao immediately became serious, no longer being playful.

“Who is this?” Third Senior Brother turned his gaze to Zhang Feng, wondering what his junior brother was doing bringing an outsider.

But taking a closer look, Third Senior Brother felt that this child was a little strange.

As for what was strange, he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

“Oh?” The master's gaze was sharper, seeing that although Zhang Feng was young, he stood upright and had a heroic spirit between his brows.

This was clearly a temperament born from hard training since childhood.

Ordinary people might not be able to see it.

But the master was very familiar with this 'heroic spirit'.

Because in the early years, there were many disputes among martial arts schools, and too many such children were cultivated from a young age to establish the prestige of their martial arts school.

To put it nicely, it's called inheritance from childhood, receiving the mantle, and being the closest closed-door disciple.

To put it bluntly, it's cultivating top executioners to shock and kill all directions.

“Which old friend's descendant is this little baby?” The master approached Zhang Feng with a smile, assuming that Zhang Feng came from a martial arts family that still followed the old traditions.

Then he accidentally ran into his disciple, so he came to visit.

Hearing the old man ask him, Zhang Feng also honestly said, “He Shun Road, Daxing Street South, Hardware Market, my father is Zhang Youfa.”

This is the name of Dad Number 2.

Besides, he would have to call 'Dad' later to explain the situation.

The phone is the store's landline, and once he calls, they'll know, so there's nothing to hide.

“Zhang Youfa?” The master frowned, and then carefully pondered, “Youfa, Youfa? All things have laws?

What a good name!

Worthy of being a great family that still follows the traditions of the older generation in today's society!

This name is profound and meaningful!

But…

” He slightly cupped his hands, “Forgive me for my dull ears, although I am a nobody in the martial arts world of the North and South, I have lived to such an old age and know a few famous people.

But now I don’t know your father… which school or sect does he come from?”

“No school, no sect.” Zhang Feng also felt that he seemed to have misunderstood, “My dad is just a small businessman selling screwdrivers and tools.”

“…” The master was silent.

Third Brother and Brother Haozi exchanged surprised glances, and after understanding their conversation, they couldn't help but laugh.

It turned out Master had misunderstood.

"Master…" Brother Haozi chuckled a few times and quickly explained their acquaintance to the Master, emphasizing the experience of 'Zhang Feng making him afraid with just a look'.

Of course, Brother Haozi was a little embarrassed when talking about these things.

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"So, you met Zhang Feng in the arcade?"

Master listened in amazement, then looked at Zhang Feng again,

"You taught yourself martial arts? No one taught you?"

"Yes." Zhang Feng casually made up a reason, "We have a TV at home, and I learned from the people on TV."

"Learned from TV?" Master was even more surprised, "I've seen those on TV, they're all just flashy moves, what real stuff can you learn?"

As Master spoke, he also really liked the heroic spirit on Zhang Feng, feeling that it wasn't fake.

So, he was very curious about the extent of Zhang Feng's learning and wanted to test Zhang Feng's foundation.

"Do you mind letting me see how well you've taught yourself?"

"Okay." Zhang Feng suddenly shook his hand downwards, instantly relaxing his limbs.

'Vibrating force?'

An expert knows if there is anything as soon as he makes a move.

When Master saw Zhang Feng's vibrating force, his eyes lit up, knowing that this was real skill!

He looked forward to it even more.

"Master?" Third Brother stepped forward at this time, looking at Master, "Shall I try this little brother Zhang Feng?"

Zhang Feng and Master were nearly fifty years apart.

Even if it was a sparring match, they certainly wouldn't let the 'martial arts master' beat up the 'elementary school student'.

As for Brother Haozi, he was a little closer in age to Zhang Feng.

It was just that when Third Brother glanced at Brother Haozi, he shook his head in his heart.

This junior brother was beyond saving.

Zhang Feng's vibrating force alone could knock his junior brother two streets away.

Looking at his junior brother's skinny appearance again.

That little brother could completely crush his junior brother's strength with skill.

"Little brother Zhang Feng."

Third Brother had no choice but to take the field himself at this moment, slightly straightening his strong arm, clasping his fist and saying: "Let's try our hands?"

"Please enlighten me." Zhang Feng learned his movements and also clasped his fist.

"Watch out, here it comes!" Third Brother took the lead, grabbing forward with his left hand and fanning downwards, starting with the 'Hungry Eagle Catches Rabbit' from Bajiquan.

With his height of more than 1.8 meters, attacking from above with a high stance, the power was even greater.

He looked just like a hungry tiger pouncing on a little lamb.

But he held back a lot of strength.

But it wasn't something a child could resist.

Getting hit would definitely leave a bruise and hurt for half a day.

Zhang Feng didn't dodge to the side, but instead, as he was being slapped, he bent his legs and squatted down, as if he had suddenly become shorter.

Zhang Feng integrated multiple martial arts and practiced for many years.

In addition, a child's bones are naturally soft, and Zhang Feng learned by analogy and finally comprehended the 'Size as Desired' in this physical technique.

'Out!'

Attacking from above has advantages.

Attacking low also has sinister killing moves.

When Third Brother's move missed.

Zhang Feng leaned forward, returned to normal size, and his left hand smoothly reached out, poking towards Third Brother's lower body.

It was a variation of the 'Single Yang Strike' in Bajiquan.

'This kid!' In a panic, Third Brother protected his lower body with his left hand, and his right hand quickly changed his move, scooping towards Zhang Feng's face, wanting Zhang Feng to defend.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Feng just made a feint.

The hand reaching towards the lower body suddenly turned his palm upwards, and a single-handed 'Overlord Carrying the Cauldron' hit the wrist of Third Brother's attacking palm.

Bang—

A dull thud of flesh.

Zhang Feng forcibly unloaded his strength.

At the same time, Zhang Feng's left hand became a 'Golden Rooster Pecking Rice', his body suddenly leaping up, and his fingertip pointed at his throat, stopping half an inch away.

"This big brother, you yield."

Zhang Feng retracted his move and landed, stepping back two steps to stand still.

Because the Master over there had moved his feet.

Zhang Feng knew that Master wanted to save the situation.

After all, it was just a friendly exchange.

'He should be afraid that I'm young and don't know how to control my strength, and these two heavy variation moves will cripple this big brother.'

Zhang Feng understood.

"I lost?" Third Brother was very dazed, and then touched his throat, feeling a burst of fear in his heart.

Through the exchange of blows just now.

He knew that this kid's strength was not small, and if he really hit his throat, then he could end up here today.

Looking at his crotch again.

If the previous strike had hit, then it would be better to just end it all.

'This... this little baby is a prodigy...' After seeing that his third disciple was okay, Master was overjoyed, and his eyes were almost glowing.

'At such a young age, he can actually practice variation moves to this level?

Moreover, his strength is not small, and he can actually block a covering strike from a martial artist, this must be excellent innate talent!'

Master was excited in his heart.

Although he knew that his third disciple must have held back, that dull thud was a real 'powerful' sound.

At least, in all his years of martial arts practice, he had seen so many people and so many things, but he had never seen someone like Zhang Feng.

'He is simply born to practice martial arts! He is a genius! A prodigy!'

The more Master thought about it, the more excited he became, and he was afraid that suddenly asking to take him as a disciple would make Zhang Feng unhappy.

So after several seconds.

After he completely calmed his excited mood, he tried to say: "Zhang Feng, if you really like martial arts, why not learn from me for a while?"

'That's exactly what I want.' Zhang Feng wanted this result.

But before preparing to agree, Zhang Feng saw that the survival rate had changed.

[Entering the North-South Martial Arts Main Quest, Current Survival Rate: 15%]