[Name: Fang Xing][Age: 16][Occupation: Martial Artist][First Realm: Flesh and Skin (Skin Refinement: 33/100)][Military Boxing – Twelve Forms: 75/100 (Beginner)][Great Dragon Stance: 80/100 (Beginner)][Gate of All Heavens: 39/100 (Locating…)]…
"My Military Boxing – Twelve Forms is still at the beginner level…"
When Fang Xing focused his attention on the Military Boxing section, something magical happened. The symbol representing the Twelve Forms expanded, and twelve subcategories appeared:
[Bow Stance Cannon Punch: 1/100 (Proficient)][Half-Step Crushing Punch: 77/100 (Beginner)][Block and Horizontal Punch: 81/100 (Beginner)]…[Battle Axe Kick: 55/100 (Beginner)][Double Serpent Kick: 67/100 (Beginner)]…
All twelve subcategories perfectly matched the twelve moves of Military Boxing.
"These past days, I've been focusing on a few selected moves, and sure enough, the results aren't bad… especially my Bow Stance Cannon Punch—it's gone beyond 'Beginner' and reached the 'Proficient' level. Is this what Teacher Xia Long called the priceless cannon punch—the Cannon Punch at Small Accomplishment?"
"But since the other moves are still at Beginner, the overall rating is still Beginner?"
Fang Xing felt he was starting to understand the rules of this attribute panel.
"Good… the priceless cannon punch—Fang Xing, in ancient times, your Bow Stance Cannon Punch would already count as entering the hall."
At that moment, a tall figure entered the classroom—it was Xia Long!
His gaze swept the room and landed on Fang Xing. "Fang Xing, come to my office."
"Yes, teacher!"
Fang Xing's mind stirred, and he followed Xia Long into the office.
When the door opened, a spacious room was revealed. On the redwood desk sat a set of fine celadon teaware. A kettle on a small brazier was letting out a soft hiss.
"Sit. Do you drink tea?"
Xia Long sat boldly, but his movements as he began to brew tea flowed like clouds and water.
Fang Xing couldn't help but stare.
"What? Feels out of place?"
Xia Long, holding a tea cup, smiled. "According to scientific studies, to grasp even a trace of artistic conception, the most important thing is to follow your heart… Brewing tea, to me, is an ancient heart-cultivating ritual—it calms me."
"Cultivating the heart…" Fang Xing nodded, with an expression that said I don't fully get it, but I'm deeply impressed.
"What is artistic conception? It can be wind, rain, thunder, lightning… heaven and earth… or flowers, birds, fish, insects, and all living things. In short—it's the power of the heart! But it's a mysterious thing. Everyone finds it differently—whatever method suits you best… A true genius, even just standing in the Great Dragon Stance to the end, could comprehend the 'Dragon's Conception.'"
Xia Long waved a hand. "This is still far away for you. Just think of it as a goal. Fang Xing, I've been observing you for some time. You're good—you improve every day… and today you even gave me a pleasant surprise."
"It's all thanks to your guidance, teacher," Fang Xing said humbly.
"And thanks to your hard work after class…" Xia Long thought to himself—this might be a hardworking genius—but he didn't say it aloud to avoid making the boy arrogant.
He nodded. "I called you here today to give you something. Take it."
He opened a drawer and took out a box, handing it over.
Fang Xing accepted it, opened it, and saw a neat row of test tubes inside. In each test tube was a thick, azure-blue liquid, faintly sparkling with stardust.
"D3-grade Nutrient Solution?"
His face lit up with excitement, but inside he was shocked: A box like this must be worth tens of thousands! As expected of Teacher Xia Long… Then again, private tutoring from a professional is indeed lucrative—for him, this is probably just the income from a few hours' extra lessons.
Thinking of how long his previous self had taken to save up money, Fang Xing felt a surge of emotion. "Teacher… this is too valuable."
"To me, it's not even a drop in the ocean," Xia Long shook his head. "As your teacher, I hope to train excellent students. The better you perform, the higher my performance bonuses. This benefits us both—you don't need to feel uneasy."
"…Then, thank you, teacher."
Fang Xing bowed gratefully.
"Good. Work hard… I want to see you perform well in the end-of-term exams. Compared to natural-born students, you'll have to work harder… You know they have resources and conditions—nutrient solution is nothing to them."
"Yes."
Leaving the office, Fang Xing felt the box in his hands was heavier than it looked.
To many people this might not be much, but to me, it's a lifesaver… I'll have to repay this someday.
Happiness Homeland Residential Complex
Back home, Fang Xing resisted the urge to start right away. He ate dinner, rested for a while, then entered the training room.
"'D3-grade Nutrient Solution,' high-tech concentrated alien nutrients, blended by the 'Omniscient Brain'… proven to be most suitable for low-tier martial artists. Recommended oral dosage: 20ml at a time…"
He opened the box and carefully read the warnings and notes on the instruction sheet. Then he picked up a test tube and opened it slowly.
The blue, viscous liquid released a strange scent—hard to say if pleasant or unpleasant.
"Deep feelings—bottoms up!"
Fang Xing took a measuring cup, poured 20ml, and swallowed it in one go.
Gulp gulp!
A cool sensation slid down his throat into his stomach.
The effects were fast—five or six minutes later, he felt an intense fullness.
Oops, shouldn't have eaten dinner—could've saved a meal…
Then warmth spread through his limbs and bones, like a premium therapeutic massage—it was incredibly comfortable.
"Let's go!"
Once sure the effect had kicked in, Fang Xing assumed the Great Dragon Stance and began training.
With deep, steady breaths, his spine began to tremble slightly, like a dragon moving, pulling along its claw-like limbs.
Fang Xing emptied his mind, immersed in training, forgetting the passage of time.
An hour passed… two hours… three…
"…I…"
Suddenly he opened his eyes and sat down on the floor. Looking at the clock, he was stunned: "10:20 PM? I held the stance… for three hours?!"
He quickly checked himself—aside from some fatigue, he felt no worse than after a normal one-hour session.
"So this is the effect of the D3 Nutrient Solution? Extending training time without damaging the body?"
"For me, that's basically tripled efficiency."
His eyes brightened as he glanced at his attribute panel:
[Great Dragon Stance: 81/100 (Beginner)]
"One session… and I gained a full point. At this rate…"
A smile crept onto Fang Xing's face.
The Next Day – Yucai High School – Martial Arts Class
"Everything feels different now."
Fang Xing assumed his boxing stance, feeling a reborn sensation—especially when practicing the Bow Stance Cannon Punch.
The flow of blood and energy, the coordination of his limbs—it was smooth and beautiful, like a once-clunky machine newly oiled.
Smooth… perfect…
So this is what proficiency feels like?
If I break through in all twelve forms… and even in the Great Dragon Stance… what will that be like?
He couldn't help but look forward to it.
"Warm-up's done. Today's class—more sparring!"
Xia Long strode over, glanced at Fang Xing with brief satisfaction, then barked, "Form groups!"
"Teacher!"
A tall white student—Cole—raised his hand.
"What is it?" Xia Long frowned.
"It's like this—sparring with the others isn't very helpful for me. I'd like to challenge Fang Xing!"
Cole's eyes were filled with open hostility. Not long ago, he had been the teacher's star student, his Cannon Punch close to Small Accomplishment. How had this formerly invisible classmate suddenly surpassed him?
Still just a boy… too impulsive.
Fang Xing stayed expressionless and waved to Liu Wei, telling him not to worry.
"A specific opponent, hmm?"
Xia Long rubbed his chin, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. "Sounds interesting. Fang Xing, what do you say?"
"I'll follow your arrangements, teacher."
"Alright, clear the floor. You two go first."
The students backed away to make space. Liu Wei looked on anxiously.
"Ah Wei…" Bai Lianyi said softly beside him. "Worried about Fang Xing?"
"Yeah… he's improved fast lately, but Cole… Cole's different…" Liu Wei sighed. "Still, Ah Xing's used to taking hits—he should be fine."
Bai Lianyi's clear eyes showed curiosity.
Ouyang Qianqian, on the other hand, glanced at them subtly. As a sensitive girl, she had long noticed Liu Wei's unspoken crush on her. But after just a few days—he was already close with someone else?
She didn't even like him—but somehow, she was annoyed.
Still…
Her eyes soon turned to Fang Xing. The last time they sparred, he had conceded quickly. She had been wanting another match.
"Begin!"
Xia Long looked at the two and gave the signal.
"Kid, I'll make sure you know…"
Cole grinned viciously and charged like a nimble bear.
Fang Xing felt the wind from the incoming blow and calmly raised his right hand.
Whoosh…
His blood and energy surged like gunpowder igniting—
Five fingers closed together, firing forward like a cannon shell!
Bow Stance Cannon Punch!The priceless cannon punch!
Boom!
Like a shell leaving the barrel, the air cracked with a thunderous report. Nearby students clutched their ears in pain.
"Ah?"
Liu Wei's eyes went wide as Cole flew back even faster than he had rushed forward…