章節 8: Chapter 8 Funding (Please Bookmark)
```
[Name: Fang Xing]
[Age: 16]
[Profession: Martial Artist]
[First Realm: Skin and Flesh (Refinement: 33/100)]
[Military Boxing Twelve Styles: 75/100 (Beginner)]
[Great Dragon Stance: 80/100 (Beginner)]
[Gate of All Heavens: 39/100 (Positioning)]
...
"My 'Military Boxing Twelve Styles' are still at the beginner level..."
When Fang Xing focused his attention on the military boxing category, a magical scene unfolded.
The symbol representing the Military Boxing Twelve Styles expanded, and twelve subcategories appeared:
[Bow Step Cannon Fist: 1/100 (Skilled)]
[Half-step Breaking Fist: 77/100 (Beginner)]
[Blocking Horizontal Fist: 81/100 (Beginner)]
...
[Battle Axe Leg: 55/100 (Beginner)]
[Double Snake Leg: 67/100 (Beginner)]
...
A total of twelve subcategories, each corresponding to one of the Military Boxing Twelve Styles.
"In these days, I have selectively practiced a few moves intensively, and it seems to have had a remarkable effect... especially the Bow Step Cannon Fist, which has gone beyond 'beginner' to reach the 'skilled' level? Is it what Teacher Xia Long mentioned: 'It's hard to buy even a single booming punch; Cannon Fist has reached minor accomplishment'?"
"But the other moves are still at the beginner level, so the overall evaluation remains beginner?"
Fang Xing felt that he was slowly getting a grasp of the attribute panel's patterns.
"Good, 'It's hard to buy even a single booming punch;' Fang Xing, your Bow Step Cannon Fist in ancient times would have been considered truly advanced."
At that moment, a tall figure entered the classroom, it was Xia Long!
He scanned around and finally his gaze settled on Fang Xing: "Fang Xing, come to my office with me!"
"Yes, Teacher!"
Fang Xing had a hunch and followed Xia to his office.
After opening the door, inside was a huge space, with a rosewood desk on which sat a set of celadon tea set.
A kettle was steaming on a small stove.
"Sit, would you like some tea?"
Xia Long sat down with a commanding presence but his hands moved as smoothly as flowing clouds while he started to prepare the tea.
Fang Xing couldn't help but stare at this scene.
"What? Does it seem incongruous?"
Xia Long, holding a teacup, smiled upon seeing this: "According to scientific research, to grasp even a thread of the Power of Realm, the most important thing is to follow your heart... to me, the process of brewing tea is an ancient ritual of refining the mind, it makes me calm."
"Cultivating the mind..."
Fang Xing nodded, looking as though he didn't quite understand, but was deeply impressed.
"What's a Realm? A Realm can be wind, rain, thunder, lightning, heaven and earth... or it can be flowers, birds, fish, insects, all forms of life... In short, it's the power of the 'heart'! But such matters are mysterious and profound, one can only go with the flow and find the method most suitable for oneself... A true genius, even if they only practice the Great Dragon Stance, could eventually comprehend the 'Dragon Intent Realm.'"
Xia Long waved his hand: "For now, these concepts are too far from you, just giving you a goal to aim at... Fang Xing, I have been watching you for a while, and you're doing well, improving every day... and today you gave me a pleasant surprise."
"It's all thanks to the teacher's guidance." Fang Xing modestly smiled.
"It's also not without your hard work after class..." Xia Long felt that he might be a hard-working genius, but there was no need to say it, for fear of fostering pride.
He nodded: "I called you here today merely to give you something, take it."
While speaking, he opened a drawer, took out a box, and passed it over.
Fang Xing received it and upon opening it saw neatly lined up rows of test tubes.
Inside the test tubes was a cobalt-blue viscous fluid with what appeared to be specks of starlight twinkling within.
"D3-level nutrient fluid?"
A look of excitement appeared on his face, yet internally he was impressed: 'This box must be worth tens of thousands, right? Worthy of Teacher Xia Long. But indeed, a professional's private teaching is quite profitable, for him it's just a few extracurricular hours of income...'
He thought back to the money his predecessor worked so long to save up, Fang Xing felt an overwhelming urge to cry: "Teacher... this is too valuable."
"To me, it's not even worth a hair of nine oxen."
Xia Long shook his head: "As a teacher, I hope to educate some good students. The better your grades, the higher my performance bonus, it's a benefit for both of us, you don't need to feel uneasy..."
"Then, thank you, Teacher."
Fang Xing bowed gratefully.
"Mhm, work hard... I hope to see you perform well in the final exams."
Xia Long smiled: "Compared to those natural-born students, you need to put in even more effort... their resources and conditions, as you know, nutrient fluid is just a minor matter."
"Yes."
Fang Xing walked out of the office, feeling the box in his hands was somewhat heavy.
'To many people, this may be trivial, but for me, it's like timely help in heavy snow...'
'I must find a way to repay him in the future.'
...
Happy Home District.
After returning home, Fang Xing suppressed the urgency in his heart, finished his dinner, took a short rest, and then went to the Cultivation Room.
"'D3-level nutrient fluid,' concentrated with high-tech from various extraterrestrial nutrients, formulated by the 'All-Knowing Brain'... confirmed to be most suitable for lower-rank Martial Artists' cultivation needs, take orally 20 milliliters at a time..."
He opened the box and first read the contraindications and precautions on the instruction booklet for the medicine.
Then, he picked up a test tube and slowly opened it.
The blue viscous liquid exuded a scent that was indescribably pleasant or unpleasant, but very peculiar.
"Deep feelings, drink in one gulp!"
Fang Xing took out a measuring cup, poured 20 milliliters, and directly swallowed it.
Gulp, gulp!
A cool sensation passed through his throat and went straight to the stomach.
The nutrient fluid worked quickly!
In about five or six minutes, Fang Xing felt a strong sense of fullness.
'I made a mistake, I shouldn't have had dinner, could have saved a meal...'
The thought crossed his mind, then his limbs and bones seemed to be wrapped in a warm flow, they were so numb and tender, as if he had undergone a high-level therapeutic massage, very comfortable.
```
"Activate the liver!"
Confirming the effectiveness of the medicine, Fang Xing immediately assumed the Great Dragon Stance and began to diligently practice.
Hoo... Wheeze...
With his extended breathing, his back started to quiver slightly, resembling a great dragon, driving limbs that were like dragon claws.
Fang Xing cleared his mind and gradually immersed himself in cultivation, having long forgotten the passage of time in the outside world.
One hour, two hours, three hours...
"I..."
Suddenly, he opened his eyes and slumped to the ground.
Glancing at the clock nearby, surprise crossed his features, "10:20 PM, I've been standing in stance for... three hours? This..."
Fang Xing quickly checked his condition and found that aside from feeling a bit drained, there appeared to be little difference compared to having trained for an hour before.
"Is this the effect of the D3-level nutrient fluid? It prolongs training time without worrying about injuring the body?"
"For me, this is a threefold increase."
His eyes shone brightly as he glanced at the attribute panel:
[Great Dragon Stance: 81/100 (Elementary)]
"One training session, and it increased by one point, if this pace continues..."
A smile emerged on Fang Xing's face.
...
The following day.
Yucai High School.
Martial Arts class.
"Everything's changed, it's all different now."
Fang Xing assumed his boxing stance and felt a 'rebirth,' especially while practicing 'Bow Step Cannon Fist.'
The circulation of vital energy and blood, the coordination of his limbs... all possessed a delightful smoothness, as if a creaky machine was suddenly well-oiled.
'Silky smooth, wonderful...'
'Is this what it feels like to be skilled?'
'What would it be like once I've broken through all twelve styles of military boxing and even the Great Dragon Stance?'
A sense of anticipation arose in his heart.
"Warm-up is over, today's lesson will continue with sparring!"
Xia Long strode forward at this moment, casting a glance at Fang Xing that held a hint of satisfaction, which quickly disappeared as he then called out loudly, "Let's start forming groups..."
"Teacher!"
At this point, a tall Caucasian classmate raised his hand; it was Cole!
"What is it?" Xia Long frowned slightly.
"Well, sparring with other students doesn't benefit me much, and I'd like to ask Fang Xing for some guidance!"
Cole gazed at Fang Xing with undisguised animosity on his face.
Previously, it was he who was the student most valued by the teacher!
His Cannon Fist was nearing proficiency!
How had this nobody, once overlooked in class, suddenly surpassed him?
'He's still a youngster after all... too impulsive.'
Fang Xing remained expressionless, then waved to signal Liu Wei not to worry.
"Selecting a specific sparring partner?"
Xia Long stroked his chin, seemingly amused by the prospect, and chuckled, "This seems quite interesting. Fang Xing, what do you say?"
"I will follow the teacher's arrangement."
Fang Xing replied noncommittally.
"Then clear the area, you two go first."
Xia Long nodded, signaling for the students to make space.
Liu Wei looked worriedly towards Fang Xing.
"Ah Wei..."
Bai Lianyi approached Liu Wei, "Are you concerned about Fang Xing?"
"Yes... Although Ah Xing has improved a lot recently, but Cole... Cole... Sigh..."
Liu Wei watched the center of the room, "But Ah Xing has lots of experience getting hit, so there shouldn't be any big problems, right?"
Bai Lianyi observed the center with curiosity shining in her clean, clear eyes.
Ouyang Qianqian, meanwhile, casually glanced over at the two of them.
Being a perceptive girl, she had long been aware of Liu Wei's unspoken affection for her.
Who would have thought that in just a few days, her crush had run off with someone else!
Despite not liking Liu Wei, for some reason, she was infuriated!
Then...
She quickly refocused her attention on Fang Xing.
Last time he conceded voluntarily and hadn't exchanged numbers since.
In fact, she was eager to have a rematch with Fang Xing herself.
"Begin!"
Xia Long glanced at the two and proceeded directly.
"Kid, I want you to know..."
Cole grinned viciously, his body agile like a bear as he rapidly pounced forward.
Fang Xing calmly raised his right hand in response to the gusts of energy coming from his opponent.
Swoosh...
His blood and Qi circulated around his body like gunpowder igniting fiercely!
Fingers joined, they shot out like a cannonball!
Bow Step Cannon Fist!
The sound of the cannon is priceless!
Boom!
Like a cannonball firing, a loud noise ripped through the void, causing nearby students to cover their ears and grimace in pain.
"Ah?"
Liu Wei watched in astonishment as Cole flew back even faster than he came, a look of shock on his face...
-- 收到的禮物 
-- 推薦票
榜單 
-- 推薦票