Chapter 64: Manuscript
Chapter 64: Chapter 64: Manuscript
*Leg Techniques: From Entry-Level to Mastery.*
"Master, this... are these your compiled insights on Leg Techniques?"
Luo Wu stared at the dozens of manuscript pages Fang Chen handed him, his voice cracking slightly.
Fang Chen nodded. "Yeah. Didn’t I tell you to stop calling me ’Master’ all day long?
"This contains some basic Force Manipulation Techniques and Power Generation Techniques regarding Leg Techniques and Body Techniques that I’ve compiled. It also includes my own insights from practice and points out where one might easily go astray. It should help you avoid some detours."
Luo Wu’s gaze had barely swept over a few lines before his eyes were glued to the pages like magnets, unable to look away. As a fellow True Martial Realm Martial Artist, he could usually tell the quality of a Martial Skill or the value of a piece of insight at a single glance.
It wasn’t that he hadn’t practiced Leg Techniques before, nor that he had never seen so-called Martial Arts Secret Manuals. However, the details expounded in Fang Chen’s manuscript—from the most minute muscle control to the precise timing of True Qi circulation through specific leg meridians, and even how to seamlessly coordinate with different Body Techniques—were unprecedented. Many of the insights hit the nail on the head, striking straight at the core. It even included specific annotations and correction methods for common mistakes.
Its depth and practicality far exceeded those ordinary Martial Arts Secret Manuals he had encountered before! It was safe to say that the value of these thin dozens of pages absolutely surpassed a True Martial Level Combat Skill!
Overwhelmed with shock and gratitude, Luo Wu instinctively moved to bow deeply once more.
Fang Chen had anticipated this. He reached out and steadily supported his arm, stopping him from bowing.
Luo Wu finally came to his senses and said solemnly, "Master, this... this is too precious!
"Besides, I have already performed the formal apprenticeship ceremony. In my heart, you are my Master!
"I, Luo Wu, am absolutely not the kind of person to disrespect my teacher!
"If you really find the title inconvenient, then... then in front of outsiders, I’ll call you Big Brother!"
Seeing his resolute attitude, Fang Chen couldn’t be bothered to argue the point any further and waved his hand. "Fine, whatever you want. I have some serious business with you."
"Master, please give your orders!" Luo Wu immediately responded, shifting his gaze from the manuscript to Fang Chen.
Fang Chen asked, "What do you mainly do in Jinchuan City? I mean, do you have your own team or... faction?"
Luo Wu answered honestly, "Master, my family is from the countryside down below. Since I was young, I trained blindly under an old boxer in the village.
"Later, when I graduated from high school, I didn’t have the money to attend the Martial Arts Academy, nor did I participate in the martial arts exam.
"It wasn’t until I luckily received the Iron Wall Strike as a reward and made a name for myself with it that I opened a martial arts dojo in the city about five years ago. It’s called the Iron Hand Sect."
He rubbed his hands together somewhat embarrassedly. "Right now, there are over fifty students in the dojo, but their overall aptitude is quite average.
"Occasionally, a few True Martial Realm high school students come over after school looking for sparring partners...
"Sigh, it’s shameful to admit, but my disciples lack strength. They basically just end up as punching bags.
"Ah, look at my memory, I haven’t even formally invited you to visit my dojo yet! Master, is there anything you need me to do?"
"The Iron Hand Sect... we’ll talk about it when I have time." Fang Chen nodded, cutting to the chase. "I really do have a matter I need your help with."
His expression turned serious. "Tomorrow, June 1st, I’ll be leaving with the school to head to Cyan Yang City for the martial arts exam. It’s expected to end around the 10th. If I can pass the exam, then by the end of August, I’ll officially report to the Martial Arts Academy."
He looked at Luo Wu with a calm gaze. "I hope that during the time I’m away from Jinchuan City, especially after I go to the Academy, you can help me look after my family."
Hearing this, Luo Wu puffed out his chest and agreed without hesitation, "Don’t worry, Master! This is your disciple’s duty! As long as I, Luo Wu, am in Jinchuan City, I will absolutely not let your parents suffer the slightest grievance!"
Fang Chen nodded. "Mhm, but right now, your dojo only has you, a True Martial Realm expert, to hold the fort. Although your strength is sufficient, you can’t be in two places at once.
"When I return from the martial arts exam, I’ll figure out a way to assist you and improve the overall strength of the dojo’s students.
"You can scout ahead for a few disciples with upright character, resilient temperaments, and a solid foundation. When I get back, I’ll make time to give them one-on-one guidance to see exactly where they are stuck in their Luck Techniques or Martial Skill cultivation, helping them improve with targeted advice."
Upon hearing this, Luo Wu’s face flushed with excitement. "This... this is truly... this disciple thanks you on their behalf, Master! This is a tremendous blessing for them!"
Fang Chen waved his hand. "Alright, no need to thank me. Helping you expand your dojo is also helping myself, so that we can have a more solid foundation in Jinchuan City."
He took out the Qi Blood Needle he had obtained from Tianlang from his small bag and handed it over. "Right, there’s also this."
When Luo Wu saw the syringe filled with gray liquid, his pupils contracted and he exclaimed in a low voice, "A Qi Blood Needle?! Master, this..."
Fang Chen was a bit surprised. "You know about this thing?"
Luo Wu nodded heavily. "Yeah! Previously, a Martial Artist came to challenge the dojo. We exchanged blows a few times, and we were about evenly matched.
"But one time, I distinctly felt his Qi and blood had become significantly more vigorous, and his True Qi was much more abundant and enduring. I narrowly lost by a single move that time.
"I only found out later that he had specifically traveled to Cyan Yang City to buy a Qi Blood Needle!"
He looked at the syringe in Fang Chen’s hand, his tone filled with disbelief. "This thing isn’t sold anywhere on the open market in the entirety of Jinchuan City! If ordinary people want to buy it, they have to risk traveling out of the city. If this were placed in the Jinchuan City black market, it would sell for at least a hundred thousand yuan."
Fang Chen, however, couldn’t care less. He directly shoved the Qi Blood Needle into Luo Wu’s hand. "Take it, it’s nothing. Just consider it a belated return gift for your apprenticeship."
Right at this moment, a loud DONG rang out from outside, signaling that the next match was about to begin.
"Alright, I need to get in the ring." Fang Chen patted Luo Wu on the shoulder. "Find time to inject and begin Refining this Qi Blood Needle as soon as possible; it should improve your strength significantly. As for my family, I’ll be troubling you."
* * *
Fang Chen stepped into the iron cage arena, and deafening waves of sound instantly engulfed him.
"Feng Yuxiu! Feng Yuxiu! Feng Yuxiu!"
Fang Chen had won his previous few matches cleanly and decisively. Coupled with the club’s intentional hype, he now possessed quite a reputation in the Geta Club. Tips in the form of banknotes were thrown into the iron cage from all directions like snowflakes, ranging from a few yuan to ten-yuan bills.
Fang Chen cast his gaze to the opposite side. His opponent, codenamed "Vajra," was a robust man built like an iron tower. He was currently rolling his neck, producing loud CRACK sounds, and glaring over with a ferocious look in his eyes.
Fang Chen had watched his match recordings. This person was similar to Luo Wu, walking the path of fierce and powerful Hard Skills. His external physical conditioning was not to be underestimated, but his shortcomings were also glaringly obvious—his Body Techniques were sluggish, lacking agility. In terms of true strength, he wasn’t even as good as the previous Luo Wu.
After a brief introduction, the referee swung his arm down sharply. "Begin!"
Before the word fully faded, Fang Chen moved. Preoccupied with the martial arts exam tomorrow and still needing to go home to make his final preparations, he had absolutely no intention of dragging this out. Right off the bat, he unleashed a move—the Ten Sounds Rock-Breaking Fist!
BOOM!!!
His fist tore through the air, bringing with it a sonic boom!
Vajra only felt an utterly irresistible, massive force crash into his crossed, blocking arms!
SNAP!
The crisp sound of bones fracturing rang out.
"Argh—!"
Vajra let out a miserable shriek. His feet left the ground as he was sent flying backward, smashing heavily against the iron cage’s mesh wall. The impact left the entire cage buzzing and vibrating. He then slid limply to the ground, instantly falling unconscious.
Thirty thousand yuan, secured! He thought, "Tomorrow, the martial arts exam is finally starting."