With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 48: Encountering Fang Jianxing Again

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Next day.

Today, Uncle ng Yongzhi is off work at ho, the family sat together happily having breakfast.

ng Yiyi told ng Yongzhi about ng Chuan beating up her boyfriend.

Upon hearing it, ng Yongzhi was speechless for a while, feeling as if he was dreaming.

In less than half a year, ng Chuan has created so many miracles: improving the National Obligation Basic Boxing, becoming a direct disciple of a Martial Arts Master, beating a student from Yong’an Martial Arts University as a freshman, each event is unbelievable.

"Chuan, what is your Qi Blood level now?"

"Above eight points, but I haven’t grasped Dark Strength yet."

Excited, ng Yongzhi’s lips trembled:

"That’s... good!"

"Want Uncle to find so connections to transfer to a better school?"

ng Yongzhi had heard that high school martial arts schools are much better than Ping’an Middle School.

"No need, Uncle. With Master Luo, that’s enough."

"Alright, alright, if you need anything for your martial arts practice, tell Uncle."

ng Chuan nodded.

ng Yongzhi was so excited he couldn’t sit still, pacing around without eating.

At this mont, the television reported:

"May I ask Director Fang, what does the optimization of Yong’an City’s Sky Network system an for the citizens?"

On TV, Fang Jianxing talked with a slight smile on his lips:

"The further optimization of the Sky Network system on one hand solves..."

Upon hearing, Aunt smiled and said:

"Technology is advancing rapidly, with Sky Network, we ordinary people can feel at ease."

ng Chuan smiled and nodded, thinking to himself:

"These things are external; one’s own strength is most important. Only by becoming a Martial Arts Family mber can I better protect my family."

After the al, ng Chuan returned to his room to practice Pile Skill, pondering where to train martial arts.

Luo Clan’s Baji Fist is expansive, with quick footwork; a spacious place is necessary.

He worried the rooftop is too small, fearing to misstep and fall off as his fist skill isn’t yet mastered.

The principal gave him the key to the school martial arts dojo, but after thinking, he still decided to train at the dojo.

It’s been a long ti since he last went to the dojo; the lively atmosphere with many people is appealing, and he can check his current Qi Blood level.

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Although it’s still the New Year, Infinite Martial Arts Dojo remains open.

However, Master Luo had matters to attend outside and wasn’t at the dojo, plus the canteen lady was on holiday, so the dojo didn’t provide als.

Entering the dojo, there were fewer students as most were celebrating New Year at ho.

Upon seeing ng Chuan, they approached calling:

"Hello, Senior Brother!"

ng Chuan calmly accepted, smiling and nodding in response.

Sister Ru was practicing fist skills alone at the wooden stake area, generating successive explosive sounds as she practiced.

In her mind, nothing was more important than performing well in front of Luo Guanyun.

She was preparing for the upcoming dojo ranking competition, having no ti for teaching.

ng Chuan greeted and entered the Qi Blood testing room.

[9.25].

A bit higher than ng Chuan anticipated, possibly due to entry into Luo Clan’s Baji Fist.

According to past experiences, Cannon Fist perfection added to third-rate body technique, can reach around 8.5 Qi Blood.

The higher Qi Blood partly results from Luo Clan’s Baji Fist’s strong impetus for Qi Blood, and the solid foundation from Limit-Breaking Level National Obligation Basic Boxing.

After testing Qi Blood, ng Chuan moved to the wooden stake area and started practicing Cannon Fist to see how long it would take to break the limit.

He practiced twice without gaining proficiency, enduring to continue punching.

As he practiced and pondered for over half an hour, the panel notified an increase in proficiency by 1%.

[Cannon Fist: Perfection (1%) → (2%) Awaiting Limit Breaking]

[Limit Breaking Trait: Heavy Strike (Basic)]

The path to breaking the limit is long, ng Chuan planned to spend four hours daily practicing Cannon Fist.

With the increasing proficiency, even when Cannon Fist reaches perfection, it can still boost Qi Blood.

Though not as effective as Luo Clan’s Baji Fist, enhancing Qi Blood remains crucial, so ng Chuan decided to spend most of his ti on the new fist skill.

Ti flies during practice.

ng Chuan glanced at the watch, already one o’clock, and checked the panel.

[Cannon Fist: Perfection (8%) Awaiting Limit Breaking]

Progressing quickly, even if proficiency growth slows in the future, a guarantee remains preventing stagnation.

ng Chuan anticipated earning his second trait soon.

He ate a bowl of noodles outside before taking dicinal Paste and returned to the wooden stake area to continue practicing punches.

Ti slips away quietly between punches and kicks.

Suddenly.

"Not bad!"

A familiar voice ca from behind, with an arm resting on his shoulder.

ng Chuan turned around with surprise to find it was Fang Jianxing.

"Brother Fang, you’re here. I saw you on TV this morning and now in the afternoon, here you are in person."

Fang Jianxing was not wearing the white coat he had on last ti; instead, he wore a casual fleece hoodie.

"Really? Xiaong, don’t tease like that, haha."

"I’ve co today to learn boxing from you. Just tell if you’re willing to teach?"

"Of course I’ll teach. Brother Fang, go change your clothes first; martial arts uniforms are relatively loose, more comfortable for boxing."

Fang Jianxing nodded with a smile in agreent:

"The receptionist just gave the clothes, I’ll go change now."

"Ah, it’s just during the New Year when I can find so ti to exercise. I’ve bought ten lessons, Xiaong, you have to teach well."

"No problem."

After Fang Jianxing changed his clothes, he appeared beside ng Chuan:

"You’re quite impressive, Xiaong. When I ca in, I heard them calling you senior brother?"

"Not really, it’s just because I’m fortunate to be the Hall Master’s direct disciple."

Fang Jianxing thoughtfully nodded, then continued:

"That’s still impressive. Being a disciple of the Hall Master is an achievent, don’t belittle yourself."

"By the way, is the Hall Master not here today?"

"Master Luo has so urgent matters, so he’s not at the dojo."

Fang Jianxing nodded, remaining silent.

"Brother Fang, let’s not talk too much idle chatter, shall we start practicing?"

"Xiaong, I only practiced the National Obligation Basic Boxing when I was a child. What should I practice now that would most benefit my body?"

ng Chuan thought for a mont and decided to teach him Pile Skill.

"I’ll teach you Pile Skill, Brother Fang. My master said Pile Skill is the foundation of all martial arts.

Moreover, standing stances can significantly improve core strength, which is perfect for office workers like you who sit for long periods."

"Alright, Pile Skill it is. I’ve heard others say that practicing boxing without Pile Skill leads to a wasted effort, haha."

During the teaching process, ng Chuan was surprised to find.

Although Fang Jianxing struggled initially, every ti ng Chuan corrected his movents, Fang Jianxing would not repeat the sa mistake in subsequent practices.

This is one of the outward signs of a good constitution.

Fang Jianxing, due to his prolonged lack of exercise, had his entire muscles trembling while standing stances, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

ng Chuan helped wipe the sweat from his forehead, smiling and saying:

"Brother Fang, your martial arts talent is quite good too. You’re picking up Pile Skill quickly, why not consider switching from literature to martial arts?"

Fang Jianxing’s face was flushed red, and said with difficulty:

"My... talent is just so-so. Studying martial arts... only strengthens myself. Investing in technology can save more people!"

Upon hearing this, ng Chuan couldn’t help but feel deep respect.

Fang Jianxing had already grasped the essentials of standing stances, although he had not yet mastered them, he did not need further guidance for now.

"Brother Fang, you keep practicing Pile Skill, I’m going to do so boxing over there."

Fang Jianxing was too tired to speak, only nodded in response.

ng Chuan saw Sister Ru stop hitting the wooden stakes and walked over to say:

"Sister Ru, want to lend a hand?"

Sister Ru agreed, jumping onto the wooden stakes.

"Co on Xiaong, you make the first move."

Being a martial artist of the sixth Qi and Blood Gate, Sister Ru has her pride and doesn’t want to call ng Chuan senior brother like the others.

Moreover, she has always had the thought in her mind of becoming Luo Guanyun’s direct disciple too!

ng Chuan jumped onto the wooden stakes, positioning himself in the Luo Baji Fist stance, seeking to understand dark strength through this actual combat opportunity.

"Is the fist skill you just learned, Xiaong?"

It seed a bit like Baji Fist, but also different, Sister Ru guessed it might be what Hall Master Luo taught him, feeling a twinge of jealousy inside.

"Yes, Sister Ru, be cautious."

ng Chuan used Inch Step to close into Sister Ru, engaging in close combat with the Baji six major openings.

The transformation of hardness and softness, truth and falsity, made Sister Ru unable to move freely, and as soon as she tried to exert her strength, she felt trapped in a quagmire.

Sister Ru dared not use her full strength, the disparity in their Qi blood was too great, she could only gradually increase her power.

Fang Jianxing watched intently as the two sparred.

He simply stopped standing and sat on the ground to watch earnestly.

"Go Xiaong!"

ng Chuan remained focused during the spar, Sister Ru proving her worth as a peak martial artist in the Interdiate stage, effortlessly redirecting his attack regardless of the variations.

The two moved swiftly, exchanging hundreds of blows in battle.