CHAPTER 66: CHAPTER 66 MUSCLE ACTIVITY

After the online meeting ended, the teachers started chatting away, messages flying everywhere in the small group where the school leaders weren’t present.

"I think this is more than just the school’s treasure, it’s clearly the school’s big boss!"

"Teacher Wang really has all the luck, just sitting at home and getting promoted with a raise falling from the sky."

Teacher Wang’s face cracked into a wide grin.

"Ay, I didn’t want it to be like this, but Meng Chuan’s strength just doesn’t let me stay low-key. Wait, why did Teacher Li leave the group?"

["Teacher Li of Grade 1 Class 1" has left the "Ping’an Middle School Bull & Horse Group"]

Someone noticed a blind spot:

"Wait a minute, this is the Bull & Horse Group. Where’s the admin? Kick Director Wang out."

["Deputy Director Wang of the Academic Affairs Office" has been kicked out of the group chat.]

"Kicked and barred from rejoining."

"Wow, Old Wang changed his nickname so fast? From now on, when we meet, he’s just an opponent."

...

Meng Chuan apologized for being late.

[I’m sorry, Principal, I woke up late today.]

[No worries, no worries. Didn’t rest well after practicing yesterday? Do you want me to help you take another day off to relax?]

[No need, I’ll go now. Should I head to the Martial Arts Dojo or some classroom?]

[You can choose whatever you like, I’ll send you the contact info of our school’s fist skill teachers. Just call whoever you want to teach you.]

Meng Chuan felt a bit confused inside:

"... Am I really that important now?"

Paused for a moment.

[Thanks, Principal Zong.]

[Just call me Uncle, even at school, call me Uncle. It makes things feel closer.]

After the call ended, Meng Chuan saved the contact information that Principal Zong sent into his phone.

Then he quickly freshened up and prepared to head to school.

The light over the sink was bright, reflecting his current physique in the mirror.

His shoulders were broader but still retained a certain sleekness, with veins faintly visible under the skin as he breathed.

Overall, he seemed to have bulked up considerably, and he estimated his height at around 183 cm now.

Meng Chuan threw a quick punch in the mirror, also weaving back and forth, alternating his steps.

"Luckily I haven’t become sluggish because of this, my speed is still very fast."

"This must be what’s called breaking body limits. Will I keep getting bigger in the future?"

Meng Chuan recalled the Western martial artists he saw on TV, each towering at three or four meters like gods and demons.

The West has always favored size, the bigger the stronger, with most of their martial arts focusing on physical enhancement.

Giant Dragon Fighting Skill, Holy Rhino Divine Power Fist.

Most martial arts schools in the West worship large mythical creatures like dragons, holy rhinos, and divine bulls, seeking to emulate their form and technique, similar to the domestic Elephant Form Sect.

Meng Chuan shook his head to clear his mind of distractions.

"Strength is what matters most, if I really can’t control it... I’ll deal with it later."

...

Inside the Ping’an Middle School Martial Arts Dojo.

"Hey-ha!"

"Ho—"

The students were diligently practicing their punches in the Martial Arts Dojo.

The second-year martial arts students were taught by various fist skill teachers, completely different from the first-year homeroom teacher system.

The focus was mainly on practicing punches themselves, with teachers available for help anytime they had questions.

As soon as Meng Chuan pushed open the Martial Arts Dojo doors and entered, a fist skill teacher approached enthusiastically.

"You’re Xiaomeng, right? I’m the school’s Xingyi teacher, Liang Weilong."

"Hello, Teacher Liang."

"You’re currently at the fourth gate, mastering Dark Strength, right? I watched your match before, it was impressive."

"Not bad, I guess."

Meng Chuan laughed a little shyly.

"Your teacher is Master Luo, so I won’t embarrass myself by teaching you punches."

"In future classes, I’ll mainly go through movements with you, helping you build practical combat experience. How about that?"

Meng Chuan nodded in agreement.

Teacher Liang’s suggestion aligned perfectly with his own thoughts. The reasoning of fists would be taught by Master Luo for him to comprehend, while building proficiency and practical experience would be mainly assisted by school teachers.

"Alright, shall we give it a try then?"

Meng Chuan gladly accepted, focusing on enhancing his Qi Blood with Luo’s Eight Extremes while also cultivating the Inch Step Body Technique to break limits as a secondary goal.

The improvement of Qi Blood remains the most crucial element.

The threat of the Celestial Demon was a thorn in his side. Until he became a Martial Arts Family member and formed a Martial Arts will, it wasn’t wise to excessively train low-level Cultivation Techniques to stack traits.

Fortunately, the Inch Step could be practiced alongside Luo’s Eight Extremes, not delaying the enhancement of Qi Blood.

Meng Chuan and Teacher Liang moved to the Wooden Stake Area, causing a small commotion.

"Meng Chuan is here for class, guys!"

"Xingyi, forever a god!"

Meng Chuan smiled faintly, clasping his fists to greet them all.

Teacher Liang leaped onto a stake.

"Come on."

Meng Chuan responded positively, lightly tapping the floor with his toes to propel himself onto a stake.

Many other students stopped their practice and ran over to watch the two spar.

Zong Ping and the Hu brothers also came over. Watching on TV wasn’t enough, they wanted to see firsthand how much Meng Chuan had improved.

Teacher Liang stood firm on the stake, solemnly stating:

"I am a seventh gate Transformed Strength martial artist, primarily studying the Xingyi Sect’s second-tier Fist Skill [Cloud-Slicing Palm] and first-tier [Broken Rock Fist], which are of sharp metal. Although we’re mainly feeding moves, fists and feet have no eyes, be careful."

"Understood, Luo’s Eight Extremes, please guide me, Teacher."

Liang Weilong’s level far surpassed his own, providing a perfect opportunity to see how much strength he’d gained after acquiring [Heavy Strike].

However, it’s best not to use the Limit Breaking technique of the Cannon Fist; the combined overt and covert armor-piercing strike could easily let people see that he’s further optimized and upgraded the Cannon Fist.

From when he started learning the Cannon Fist to breaking its limits, it took just over half a year. That wasn’t something that talent and hard work alone could easily explain.

Liang Weilong slightly stepped on the stake, his shoulders relaxing with a casual sway.

"Come at me, full force."

"Alright."

Meng Chuan’s body suddenly surged forward, taking just a few steps to leap in front of Liang Weilong.

His movements were seamless, launching a continuous onslaught of Eight Extremes combinations towards Liang Weilong’s face.

Meng Chuan’s fists flew at incredible speed, with overwhelming fist prints densely packed, fully maximizing the short strikes of Eight Extremes.

At the same time, exclamations arose from the students below the stake.

Only when watching closely could one grasp the ferocity of Meng Chuan’s punches.

Seeing this scene, Zong Ping could only smile wryly. His gap with Meng Chuan was indeed growing wider.

Liang Weilong’s eyes showed a hint of admiration, indeed a gifted child.

Meng Chuan felt a difference when punching compared to usual.

While mobilizing muscles in his waist, shoulders, and arms, he felt a marked change, like his muscles were coming alive, seemingly propelling his strikes.

At the same time, the transference of Power seemed crisper, not requiring focus on technique. Just throwing punches earnestly sufficed for a full-power strike.

"Is this what’s called muscle activation?"

Meng Chuan was quite satisfied with this, feeling that all the effort he put into breaking limits was not in vain.