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Chapter 8: Sponsorship
Chapter 8: Sponsorship
[Name: Fang Xing]
[Age: 16]
[Occupation: Martial Artist]
[First Realm: Flesh Tempering (Refine Flesh: 33/100)]
[Military Body Boxing, 12 Forms: 75/100 (Beginner)]
[Great Dragon Stake: 80/100 (Beginner)]
[Gate of the Multiverse: 39/100 (Locating)]
...
"My 'Military Body Boxing, 12 Forms' is still at the beginner level..."
As Fang Xing focused his attention on the Military Body Boxing category, something remarkable happened.
The symbol representing the 12 Forms expanded, and twelve sub-categories appeared:
[Bow-Step Cannon Fist: 1/100 (Proficient)]
[Half-Step Crumbling Fist: 77/100 (Beginner)]
[Blocking Horizontal Fist: 81/100 (Beginner)]
...
[Axe Kick: 55/100 (Beginner)]
[Twin Serpent Legs: 67/100 (Beginner)]
...
There were a total of twelve sub-categories, each corresponding to one of the twelve forms of the Military Body Boxing.
"I've been carefully practicing a few selected techniques these days, and the results are indeed remarkable... Especially the Bow-Step Cannon Fist, which has already surpassed the 'Beginner' level and reached 'Proficiency'? In other words, what Master Xia Long meant by 'a cannon's roar is worth a fortune', and I've achieved a minor success with the Cannon Fist?"
"But the other techniques are still at the beginner level, so the overall evaluation remains at the beginner stage?"
Fang Xing felt that he was gradually figuring out the pattern of the attribute panel.
"Well, a cannon's roar is worth a fortune. Fang Xing, your Bow-Step Cannon Fist would be considered a true mastery in ancient times."
At that moment, a tall figure walked into the classroom. It was none other than Xia Long!
His gaze swept the room and finally landed on Fang Xing. "Fang Xing, come with me to the office."
"Yes, Master!"
Fang Xing's heart stirred, and he followed Xia Long to the office.
Upon opening the door, they entered a vast space. On a redwood desk sat a set of blue-glazed tea set.
A small kettle was whistling on a tiny stove.
"Have a seat, would you like some tea?"
Xia Long sat down decisively and began to prepare the tea with graceful, flowing movements.
Fang Xing's eyes widened at the sight.
"What's wrong? Do you find it odd?"
Xia Long smiled as he held the tea cup in his hands. "According to scientific research, the most important factor in mastering a hint of the power of intent is to act according to your heart... To me, the process of brewing tea is an ancient ritual for cultivating the mind, bringing me peace."
"Cultivating the mind..."
Fang Xing nodded, looking both intrigued and overwhelmed.
"What is intent? Intent can be the wind, rain, thunder, and lightning; it can be the universe and everything within it... It can also be the flora and fauna, the myriad lives... In short, it's the power of the 'heart'! But such matters are abstruse and profound. One can only follow their own path and find the method that suits them best... True geniuses, even if they stand in the Great Dragon Stake until the end, will be able to comprehend the 'Dragon's Intent'."
Xia Long waved his hand. "Talking about these things is premature for you. I just want to give you a goal... Fang Xing, I've been keeping an eye on you for some time now, and you've been doing exceptionally well. You improve every day... And today, you gave me a pleasant surprise."
"It's all thanks to your guidance, Master," Fang Xing said humbly.
"And also your hard work after class..." Xia Long thought that Fang Xing might be a hardworking genius, but he didn't say it aloud, not wanting to inflate the boy's ego.
He nodded. "I called you here today just to give you something. Take it."
As he spoke, he opened a drawer and took out a box, which he handed to Fang Xing.
Fang Xing took the box and opened it to find a row of test tubes neatly arranged inside.
Within each test tube was a viscous blue liquid, with tiny specks of starlight flickering within.
"D3-grade nutrient solution?"
A hint of excitement flashed across his face, but his heart skipped a beat as he thought to himself, 'This box must be worth a small fortune! No wonder it's Master Xia Long. Still, the private tutoring of occupational practitioners is indeed lucrative for him; it's just a few hours of extra guidance for him...'
Recalling how long it had taken him in his previous life to save up that kind of money, Fang Xing felt like crying tears of joy. "Master... This is too valuable."
"To me, it's insignificant."
Xia Long shook his head. "As a teacher, I hope to teach some good students. The better your performance, the higher my performance rating and bonuses. It's a mutually beneficial situation, so you don't need to feel awkward..."
"Then, thank you, Master."
Fang Xing bowed gratefully.
"Mmm, work hard... I hope to see you perform well in the final exam."
Xia Long smiled. "Compared to those natural-born students, you'll need to put in extra effort... You know their resources and conditions. Nutrient solutions are just a small matter."
"Yes."
Fang Xing left the office, feeling the weight of the box in his hands.
'Although this may not seem like much to many people, it's like a lifeline to me...'
'I must find a way to repay this kindness in the future.'
...
Happy Home Community.
Upon returning home, Fang Xing controlled his impatience. He first ate dinner and took a rest before heading to the cultivation room.
"'D3-grade nutrient solution', a high-tech concentrate of various extraterrestrial nutrients, formulated by the 'Omniscient Brain' for low-level martial artists... Take 20ml orally..."
He opened the box and first read through the precautions and contraindications on the medication instructions.
Then, he picked up one of the test tubes and slowly opened it.
The viscous blue liquid emitted an indescribable scent, neither pleasant nor foul, but decidedly peculiar.
"Down it in one go with all your heart!"
Fang Xing took out a measuring cup, poured out 20 milliliters, and downed it in one gulp.
Gurgle!
A cool sensation trickled down his throat and into his stomach.
The nutrient solution took effect quickly! After about five or six minutes, Fang Xing felt a strong sense of fullness.
'That was a mistake, I shouldn't have eaten dinner, I could've saved on a meal...'
A thought popped into his mind, and soon after, it felt like his limbs and bones were enveloped in a warm flow, a soothing sensation as if he had just undergone a luxurious spa treatment.
"Open the liver!"
Upon confirming the effects of the medication, Fang Xing immediately assumed the stance of the Great Dragon Stake and began his arduous training.
Inhale... Exhale...
With each prolonged breath, his spine began to tremble slightly, like a massive dragon, moving his dragon-claw-like limbs.
Fang Xing cleared his mind, gradually becoming engrossed in his cultivation, oblivious to the passing time.
One hour, two hours, three hours...
"I..."
Suddenly, he opened his eyes and sat down on the ground.
Glancing at the clock nearby, he was surprised to see that it was already 10:20 p.m. "I stood in the stake for... three hours? How..."
Fang Xing quickly checked himself and found that aside from feeling a bit drained, his body didn't seem much different from when he usually trained for an hour.
"Is this the effect of the D3-grade nutrient solution? Can I train for longer without worrying about damaging my body?"
"For me, this is a threefold increase."
His eyes lit up as he glanced at his attribute panel:
[Great Dragon Stake: 81/100 (Beginner)]
"With just one training session, there's been some progress. If this pace continues..."
A smile appeared on Fang Xing's face.
...
The next day.
At Yuctai High School.
Martial Arts class.
"Everything is different now."
Fang Xing struck a boxing stance, feeling as though he had undergone a 'metamorphosis,' especially when practicing the 'Bow-Step Cannon Fist.'
The circulation of qi and blood, the coordination of his limbs... all of it felt incredibly smooth and fluid, as if a once-clumsy machine had been newly oiled.
'Smooth as silk, wonderful...'
'Is this the feeling of proficiency?'
'What if I break through all twelve forms of the Military Body Boxing, and even surpass the Great Dragon Stake? What then?'
A glimmer of anticipation shone in his heart.
"Alright, warm-up's over. Today, we continue with sparring!"
Xia Long strode forward, glanced at Fang Xing, and a hint of satisfaction flashed across his face before disappearing. "Alright, form your groups..."
"Teacher!"
At that moment, a tall white student raised his hand. It was Cole!
"Yes, what is it?" Xia Long frowned.
"I feel like sparring with the other students isn't very effective for me. I want to learn from Fang Xing."
Cole stared at Fang Xing, his face showing unconcealed hostility.
Just before, he had been the teacher's favorite student! His Cannon Fist was almost at the 'Small Achievement' level!
How could he suddenly be surpassed by someone who used to be a nobody in class? 'He's still just a boy... too impulsive.'
Fang Xing remained expressionless and waved his hand to signal to Liu Wei not to worry.
"Are you requesting a specific sparring partner?"
Xia Long stroked his chin, finding the situation rather amusing. "This could be interesting. Fang Xing, what do you say?"
"I'll follow the teacher's arrangement."
Fang Xing gave an ambiguous reply.
"Alright, make some space. You two, begin."
Xia Long nodded, signaling for the students to clear an area.
Witnessing this, Liu Wei anxiously looked at Fang Xing.
"Ah Wei..."
Bai Lanyi walked up to Liu Wei and asked, "Are you worried about Fang Xing?"
"Yeah... Ah Xing has been making rapid progress lately, but Cole... Cole..." Liu Wei sighed.
He watched the two in the center of the space. "But Ah Xing has plenty of experience taking hits, so he should be fine, right?"
Bai Lanyi looked on, her clear eyes filled with curiosity.
Meanwhile, Ouyang Qianqian subtly glanced in their direction.
As a perceptive girl, she had long been aware of Liu Wei's unspoken affections for her.
She never expected that after just a few days, her 'puppy' would run off with someone else!
Although she didn't like Liu Wei, she couldn't explain the surge of anger she felt. And then...
Her gaze shifted to Fang Xing.
The last time they fought, he had conceded. She had been curious to test her skills against him again.
"Begin!"
Xia Long observed the two before giving the order.
"You'll see..." Cole snarled, his face twisted with malice. His body moved like a nimble bear, lunging at Fang Xing in the blink of an eye.
Fang Xing sensed the incoming gust of wind and calmly raised his right hand.
Whoosh!
The qi in his body circulated like gunpowder, igniting fiercely.
His five fingers came together, and his fist shot out like a cannonball!
Bow-Step Cannon Fist!
A million gold coins couldn't buy that cannon's roar!
BOOM!
Like a cannon firing, a deafening blast echoed through the air, causing nearby students to cover their ears in pain.
"Ah?"
Liu Wei was astonished as he watched Cole fly backward even faster than he had charged, a look of disbelief on his face...
(End of Chapter)
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