"Not bad, younger brother, your Guoyi Fist is even better than mine, steady breakthrough to one."
Meng Chuan finished the entire set of Guoyi Fist, and when the machine detected the movements had stopped, it emitted a beep.
[Please remove the sensor device]
[Qi and Blood Value 0.98, not meeting the entry gate standard]
The value for the first Qi and Blood Gate is 1, the second is 2, and the third is 4, and so on. Henceforth, each time a Qi and Blood Gate is broken, the value needs to double based on the previous gate.
Meng Chuan was just 0.02 short of entering the gate, and he thought that once he breaks through the Guoyi Fist limit, he would definitely enter the gate.
However, Meng Chuan had never heard of anyone who, just by learning the Guoyi Fist alone, could enter the first Qi and Blood Gate.
If it really happens, he might be the first one.
In fact, for him, practicing any other fist skill casually and just reaching the beginner level would allow him to break into the first Qi and Blood Gate, but entering the first gate doesn't mean much. The path of martial arts, entering the gate is just the beginning, countless mountains lie ahead.
With the [Martial Arts Limit Breaking Panel], the most important thing is to break through the martial arts restrictions, thereby gaining more traits through the panel to strengthen oneself.
Therefore, it's crucial to first obtain [One Certificate Forever], with this blessing, any martial art in front of him will have no bottleneck, just continue practicing and he will definitely break the limit.
Le Ping saw that Meng Chuan hadn't broken the first Qi and Blood Gate and approached to comfort him:
"It's okay, younger brother, just a little short. You might naturally be weak with insufficient Qi and Blood, but I think your fist is actually pretty good."
"...I'm not weak."
Afterwards, Meng Chuan and Le Ping walked towards the training ground together. At this time, Teacher Liu Ru hadn't arrived, so Meng Chuan first stood and calmed his mind to find the feeling.
After a while, Uncle Meng Yongzhi and Hall Master Luo Guanyun walked out together.
Today, the hall master changed into a purple-black martial outfit, his whole body tightly wrapped, and he looked very spirited.
After coming out, Uncle smiled and said goodbye to the hall master, instructed Meng Chuan to practice martial arts well in the martial arts hall, and then left.
Luo Guanyun walked up to Meng Chuan and looked him over, making Meng Chuan feel uncomfortable.
The martial artist's aura, even if restrained, still inevitably exudes a pressure that ordinary people can feel.
The surrounding students distanced themselves as if the area was cleared, unless for member classes. Usually, no one in the martial hall wants to be in close contact with Luo Guanyun.
Because Luo Guanyun has a bad temper and often scolds and hits students, but since he teaches well, he won't actually hurt you, so people keep coming to learn from him.
"You are quite peculiar, your folks say you only practice the Child's Fist?"
Luo Guanyun was quite impressed with Meng Chuan, an honest kid. He even left the door unlocked when told last night, damn it...
"Come, let me see you perform, they say you've mastered the Child's Fist with finesse. Let me see what's going on."
"Alright, Hall Master."
Meng Chuan stood his ground, took a deep breath, and focused his mind. Although the surrounding students were watching him, he was not at all nervous.
In an instant, Meng Chuan made his move.
With punches, swings, elbows, and other moves of the Guoyi Fist, the air crackled. Executing the fist technique at 99% perfection without reservation, the sequence was smooth without a hint of pause or stagnation.
"Not bad, not bad, solid and well done."
At this point, the latecomer Teacher Liu Ru also strode over with her long legs and chimed in.
"This child actually does quite well, it must be perfect."
Liu Ru could see that Meng Chuan's Guoyi Fist was already perfect, but her insight wasn't as good as a martial artist's; Luo Guanyun knew that Meng Chuan was not just simply perfect.
"It's not just simple perfection; the child's Guoyi Fist can be called master level."
Liu Ru and the students around were a bit surprised to hear this, could a 16-year-old kid really deserve such a commendation?
"Did your Brother Luo drink too much again last night and hasn't sobered up?"
"Nonsense, martial artists never get too drunk; the Qi Blood circulates and expels the alcohol."
The surrounding students whispered, Luo Guanyun's words stirred a minor commotion.
A master represents the highest level of comprehension of a martial skill.
For example, the Tiger Form Lineage's Tiger Form Fist, Tiger Roar Skill master's [Roaring Tiger Wang Lin], who had been immersed for more than thirty years, eventually optimized the Tiger Roar Skill, updating it to a new version with stronger power and easier to learn.
Since then, every student learning the Elephant Form lineage's [Tiger Roar Skill] would practice according to the version optimized by Wang Lin.
Therefore, Luo Guanyun's words, for everyone who's learned the Guoyi Fist, were akin to saying: After completing junior high school language studies, Meng Chuan then updated the language textbooks and changed the author to himself.
"You few troublemakers, stop buzzing around, I meant exactly this!"
Luo Guanyun unleashed an intense aura, and the entire training ground was like being under thick clouds, the air filled with indistinct mist with thunderous sounds resonating.
By using intent to change the magnetic field and altering reality with intention imagery, this is Xingyi Sect Martial Arts Master Luo Guanyun.
[Eight Directions Cloud Gathering, Qianyuan Thunder Strike]!
"Stop talking, don't you hear the thunder? The hall master's getting angry, say another word and the thunder will strike."
When Luo Guanyun gets angry, the surrounding environment changes with his mood. The senior students, having experienced this scene, advised the new students to keep quiet to prevent further worsening of the phenomenon.
The entire training ground fell absolutely silent, no one dared to speak to provoke Luo Guanyun, except Liu Ru and Meng Chuan; all others lowered their heads to avoid his wrath.
Liu Ru's almond-shaped eyes were fixed on Luo Guanyun, exuding brilliance. During her studies at Yong'an Martial Arts University, professors often mentioned [Qianyuan Thunder Strike · Luo Guanyun], saying his prowess was exceptional, unmatched among peers.
At this moment, just witnessing the terrifying intention imagery was enough to see the professors were not lying, and choosing to come to the martial hall to apprentice was the right decision.
Unfortunately, Hall Master Luo only agreed to take her as a registered disciple, allowing her to teach at the martial hall while working off her tuition, unsure when she could become a direct disciple.
On the other side, looking at the terrifying natural phenomenon Luo Guanyun summoned, Meng Chuan had no such concerns, filled only with yearning in his gaze and a powerful ambition swelling in his chest, confident he too could achieve it one day.
Luo Guanyun noticed this scene from the corner of his eye.
"Aren't you afraid?"
"Not afraid."
"You've got guts, solid and not bad."
Luo Guanyun retracted his aura, and the cloud-covered thunderous phenomenon also dissipated.
"Your experience is insufficient; it's too early to improve techniques, right now you should solidly practice other fist skills to enhance yourself."
"Let me tell you, in this world, there has never been a teenage master."
Luo Guanyun instructed.
Meng Chuan is quite good, and today his uncle Meng Yongzhi also came to see me; I feel it's necessary to teach him well.