Training hall.

"There's some, Qingzi, there's some."

Zhao Jun, the unarmed martial arts coach of the special training class, nodded at Fang Qingyu's question.

"After breaking through the martial artist stage, Baji Fist itself has a new practice method, requiring auxiliary training with Pigua Palm, as the saying goes."

"Baji with Pigua, even gods and ghosts fear."

"Of course, there are extensions to other weapons, like the Six Harmonies Spear, Six Harmonies Saber, etc..."

Two days had passed since the task ended.

The special training class had a rare three-day unified holiday.

And after Fang Qingyu's injuries healed, he couldn't wait to find the two martial arts coaches to ask questions.

"What about Thunder Slash?"

Fang Qingyu looked at Coach Wen Xu.

"There's no Thunder Slash, Thunder Slash is considered a strong saber technique at the martial arts apprentice stage and can be transitioned to a new martial art at the martial artist stage." Wen Xu shook his head.

"Then is it true that practicing Baji Fist, which has extensions, as much as possible before breaking through the martial artist, provides more help in the future?" Fang Qingyu thought for a moment and asked again.

Zhao Jun took off his gloves and affirmed: "Of course, unless you change martial arts styles, otherwise not only Baji Fist but also your Basic Boxing, Horizontal Saber Thirteen Forms, even if you break through to martial artist, you'll still have to practice them until they reach perfection."

"Understood, thank you, coaches."

Fang Qingyu had the answers in his mind after listening and walked to the side after acknowledging the two coaches.

Ten skill points from the day before yesterday.

They still haven't been fully allocated, just to ask those questions.

After hearing what the two coaches said.

There were no more questions.

He opened the chart.

Allocated 4 skill points to Baji Fist.

Fang Qingyu closed his eyes, focusing, and countless fist shadows exploded in his consciousness.

The sound of joints and muscles resonated from the coccyx, as if someone pounded Baji Fist into his bone marrow with an iron hammer.

Subconsciously, his right leg stomped the ground.

The sinking shoulder and dropping elbow stance engaged his entire body, with the natural force flowing through the spine into the fists.

This smash hammer strike had no buildup.

It was purely muscle memory and instinctive neural reflex.

"Bang!"

A loud explosion sound out of nowhere.

Causing the two coaches who hadn't gone far to turn their heads.

But that wasn't all.

Fang Qingyu then picked up the wooden Horizontal Blade beside him, adding the last 2 skill points to the Horizontal Saber Thirteen Forms.

As the skill points integrated into his flesh and blood.

His spine vibrated like a taut bowstring.

The muscle memory formed by tens of thousands of saber swings awoke between fascia, scapulae, and wrist joints slid smoothly as if greased, the Thirteen Forms disassembled into countless power trajectories, reorganizing in his mind.

Fang Qingyu suddenly understood the various deficiencies of his previous saber draws.

For instance, the angle of his foot pivot was half an inch off, the twist of his waist and hips lacked a bit of extent.

The Horizontal Blade was no longer an extension of his arm.

But rather like a force channel rising from the soles, traversing his entire body, the blade stroke mirroring the thunderous echoes slicing through a rain curtain.

His body temperature shot up, as beads of sweat rolled down his back, the muscle fibers in his arms tense and reconfigured like steel cables.

The originally clumsy sixth form spin-back saber draw now naturally dropped the shoulder joint by a half finger width, and the arc carved by the blade was as precise as etched with a compass.

The wooden saber suddenly swept upward in an angular lift.

The blade edge brushed past the training post, and a thick hardwood post snapped into two, with the cut surface as smooth as if sanded.

Comfortable...

Feeling the fusion of the two insights in his mind.

This time there wasn't the previous headache, it seems the strength of spiritual power also aids in adding points!?

He looked at his panel.

[Power: 28.1→31.4]

[Speed: 25.5→28.1]

[Physique: 25.6→29.5]

[Will: 22.3→25.5]

[Spiritual Power: 25.5→32.5]

[Divine Aspect: 25.3→32.3]

The Four Dimensions exploded in a straight line following the perfection of Baji Fist and the Transformation Realm of the Horizontal Saber Thirteen Forms.

Getting closer and closer to 49 points for perfection.

And the growth in spiritual power and divine aspect came from lighting up the Eternal Night Radiant Armor the day before yesterday.

Once he can easily unleash the full power of the Eternal Night Radiant Armor.

It will signify his full entry into the extraordinary.

"This speed of progress... is a bit..."

Wen Xu and Zhao Jun shook their heads from afar, unsure of what adjectives to use.

They hadn't been at the special training class just a day or two.

Having witnessed countless geniuses.

But none of them changed day by day like Fang Qingyu.

Simply a freak among freaks.

However, they didn't say much, just a couple of remarks, then planned to leave the training hall.

That divine descent from the other night still hadn't been found.

Now everyone in the bureau was actively participating in the search mission.

But before they left the hall.

A burst of hearty laughter echoed.

"Hahaha—"

Tong Ran burst in with a wild laugh, instantly locking eyes on Fang Qingyu in the distance.

He shouted loudly.

"Fang Qingyu, are your injuries healed, come fight!!"

Prompting Wen Xu and Zhao Jun to exchange a sidelong glance...

Has this kid injured his brain?

Fang Qingyu standing in the distance heard the sound and slightly curved his lips.

Turning his head to look.

After the last battle, although Tong Ran and those desperate Divine Cultists that night still seemed annoying.

At least now, there wasn't an immediate urge to hammer them to death.

However, seeing his excited appearance.

Fang Qingyu still couldn't quite figure it out.

"Are you crazy?"

His Observation Method Perfection was now something well known in the special training class.

Where did Tong Ran get the courage to challenge him?

"You don't think you're the only one who's improved, do you?"

Tong Ran smiled as he walked to Fang Qingyu, gently raised his hands, and immediately the ground around surged with a water curtain.

Twelve water dragon forms.

Vaguely appeared in the water curtain wall.

Fang Qingyu understood and put the wooden saber back on the weapon rack, smiling at Tong Ran.

"Then let's fight, but before we do, I want to share an old saying with you."

Tong Ran's eyes turned a bit serious.

"What old saying?"

"The sky is clear, the rain has stopped, and you think you make it."

Tong Ran paused upon hearing this, then realized.

Immediately he controlled the twelve water dragons to roar and dive down.

But by then, the ground beneath Fang Qingyu erupted.

Golden patterns climbed from the neck to behind his ear, his right eye reflecting an icy moon wheel, his left pupil igniting with molten lava.

Bang!

The ground stomp sounded like a cannon shot.

Fang Qingyu directly charged into the encircling twelve water dragons.

Baji·Tieshan Lean!!!

The moment his shoulder impacted the water dragon wall.

Twelve water dragons simultaneously burst into a rain mist.

Whoosh—

Tong Ran was even sent flying by the shattered water waves.

Water stains dragged out a straight trace on the ground.

Fang Qingyu recovered and shook off the water droplets on his shoulder, his ice-fire eyes reflecting the wreckage.

The twelve water dragon remnants were turning into drizzle.

Lightly drizzling on Tong Ran's dazed face.

It wasn't until Fang Qingyu left the training hall... that he began to gradually come back to his senses.

Looking at Wen Xu and Zhao Jun beside him.

With a stupefied expression, he asked: "Did Fang Qingyu perfect Baji Fist?"

The two looked at him with pity and nodded.

Upon hearing that, Tong Ran seemed like he lost his soul.

He slowly walked toward the outer hall.

...

On the other side.

Fang Qingyu after leaving the training hall went directly to the Chenfeng Martial Arts Hall by car.

Qin Hui and Zheng Lin had messaged him.

Saying they had something urgent to discuss with him.

"What's up, Brother Qin?"

Half an hour later, at the martial arts hall.

Fang Qingyu looked into the peaceful interior of the hall, where everyone was training as usual.

Qin Hui pulled Fang Qingyu to a corner.

A sneakily asked: "Are you about to break through to martial artist?"

"Soon, probably within a month at most."

Fang Qingyu estimated the growth speed of Perfect Basic Skills attributes and replied.

Qin Hui heard and rubbed his hands.

"Then are you interested in sparring with all the martial arts apprentices of the Federation?"

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