Lu Ren wanted to say sothing but stopped, ultimately spraying at the ignorant woman.
"It’s just . If it were other martial artists hearing you claim to be from a martial arts family, they might challenge you to a duel."
"Ha? Is there sothing special about that?"
"A martial arts family is a respectful title given to those slightly accomplished in fist techniques and are proficient martial artists. As for you, you can only be considered an apprentice-level player, eh, soone who wipes the floor for apprentices."
Showing no rcy in dismissing Li Shu, Lu Ren packed up and headed to the Shu Capital Security Bureau address.
These days, Phoenix Falcon Fist was still practiced step by step, but given the difficulty of improving its skill level, he spent a significant amount of ti on Basic Sword Technique and Heartless Sword, a kind of spiritual visualization condensation skill.
Even with the supportive secret dicines from the Security Bureau, it couldn’t match before.
What made Lu Ren a bit helpless was that the Heartless Sword technique taught by Yan Zhenghua was sowhat limited. As his fist technique deepened, he had already determined that this was rely an entry-level ditation cultivation stage.
It was an inescapable matter; he didn’t have overlord qi leaking from all over his body, causing others to bow down and wish to impart all their martial arts knowledge to him.
Strictly speaking, the relationship between the two wasn’t very deep. If Lu Ren hadn’t paid a large sum of money, Li Shu might have learned more than he did.
But spiritual ditation cultivation is indeed extrely difficult.
If it weren’t for the system’s datafication of skill level, who knows if he could even achieve minor achievent in such a high-difficulty ditation spirit condensation like Heartless Sword.
What’s more, his clear facial features, enhanced by his boxing practice and good foundational attributes, now made him worthy of being called good-looking with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, making middle-aged greasy n feel disgruntled and unwilling to teach him more.
Ultimately, it was his face causing the trouble.
Lu Ren sighed; despite Heartless Sword greatly benefiting his swordsmanship, his roots were ultimately in Phoenix Falcon Fist.
So he allocated all his skill points into Phoenix Falcon Fist; instead of spreading his focus evenly, he decided to concentrate on excelling in one area, as reaching the peak in one would bring significant gains, especially in refining his fist techniques.
Once Phoenix Falcon Fist is trained to an extrely profound level, it will greatly enhance other martial arts skills as well.
I hope the Security Bureau has a solution for him.
Even in mythology, there’s a saying about not passing on secrets to outsiders, so how could secret techniques in modern martial arts be easily imparted?
In those traditional martial arts schools, a three-year test of character, three years of horse stance, a total of six years are needed just to be taught the fist technique. Any slight negligence during these six years would lead to imdiate expulsion.
And the secret techniques and true skills in fist techniques are only given to two or three most favored disciples, while many martial arts practitioners hold onto reserved tricks, believing in the need to keep sothing back - this reserve being the key to mastering the ultimate fist technique.
A word of true transmission, a thousand volus of false books.
Holding onto these secrets often leads them into the grave.
Although modern thoughts have opened up a lot, often things that help you progress to the next level are not written in books.
Arriving at the Security Bureau, Lu Ren looked up at the large, elliptical building, resembling a large stadium, yet not tall.
Entering the hall, he told the reception staff that Zhang Li was waiting for him, confirming his identity.
The staff mber Chen Lan said, "Mr. Lu, please follow ."
Lu Ren nodded: "Okay."
She was a very cute girl, petite and graceful. Her short hair looked fresh and neat, and coupled with delicate features, she appeared quite adorable.
But to Lu Ren, the girl’s light steps, with arms swaying gracefully with each step, moved like a butterfly flitting around, seed exceptionally deft.
Definitely a master with slight accomplishnts in fist technique and worthy of being called a martial artist.
Even the receptionists were so formidable, clearly indicating how many talented people there were in the Security Bureau.
State institutions indeed surpassed self-organized martial arts schools in strength, whether from a scientific perspective or vast resources and deep systematic research of fist techniques, it was unimaginable for civilian martial arts schools.
Following the girl inside, when the door opened, Lu Ren’s eyes t a series of rectangular training platforms, each dium-sized, with various monitoring instrunts around. So of the n standing on the stage were shirtless, their muscle groups tightly adhered with white wireless monitoring electrodes, and their every move recorded vast data on nearby display screens during the fist practice.
What concerned him most was that the people showcasing martial arts on the stage were all strong, with the high-intensity movents releasing trendous heat generated by the vigorous exercises, like stoves.
Seeing Lu Ren’s unwavering gaze at the training platforms, Chen Lan smiled and explained: "These people, when connected to the instrunts, can precisely monitor their muscle group activities, adjusting body movents for optimization. However, unfortunately, many monitoring devices in Shu Capital are lagging behind those in Kyoto, only able to determine overall muscle group operations. They say the latest device in Kyoto can detect blood flow through magnetic field changes!"
A very advanced auxiliary thod, without these scientific instrunts, perceiving muscle groups and the motion of fascia and bones requires at least great mastery in boxing, where you comprehend the nuances of utilizing force to achieve this.
No wonder Yan Zhenghua once said that this era is the best and the worst.
With material abundance, people beca complacent, desires magnified infinitely, and few could settle down to practice martial arts and explore the martial path.
Perhaps in a few decades, when technology advances and life becos even easier, martial arts and fist techniques will only be relegated to collecting dust, with just one or two people occasionally comnting on the once-cherished secret techniques before carelessly placing them back on the shelf without any nostalgia and walking away.
Is the more advanced technology, the smaller human power?
Yet, to speak frankly, among Huaxia’s 1.4 billion people, there are actually a significant number pursuing the martial path, but compared to the population, the tens of thousands engaged feels negligible, with those reaching the Great Perfection Realm of the Fist Technique being exceedingly rare.
However, if the authorities begin subtly promoting martial arts and fitness, it might increase in the future.
Amidst these thoughts chirping through his mind, Lu Ren feigned a calm nod: "Not bad."
If he didn’t know, he’d just pretend; you can’t go wrong, and this disinterested aloof look always imparts a certain coolness.
An inwardly content Lu Ren relished his act.
Seeing Lu Ren’s lack of surprise, Chen Lan slightly wrinkled her nose, evidently displeased her not-so-subtle flaunt elicited no reaction from Lu Ren.
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