Chapter 6: 【Technique】 Character Breaks the Sacred Fruit, the Clown

Golden Light represents Technique!

That Bronze Statue merely performed a punching motion, and he was only watching; without even grasping the subtlety of this movement in his heart, so much Golden Light had already been generated in his Consciousness World.

This Sculpture is by no means simple.

He watched the Bronze Statue quietly, while that strand of Golden Light in his Consciousness World flowed continuously, nourishing the Sacred Tree.

Seeing that branch which had grown new green, the new green was visible to the naked eye as it sprouted, grew, and the leaves became plump.

【Technique】: 2/100

3/100

4/100

The progress of the 【Technique】 Character Sacred Fruit was changing rapidly; Chen Yan was horrified in his heart, could he really obtain a mature 【Technique】 Character Sacred Fruit just by watching like this?

"Chen Yan, how long did you sleep last night?"

Yet, he heard the voice of Wang Yang by his ear.

"Five hours." Chen Yan smiled; in reality, he had slept far less than five hours.

But after consuming the 【Force】 Character Sacred Fruit, all the negative effects on his body were eliminated; the soreness of his muscles and the feeling of sleepiness had completely disappeared.

"Five hours?" Wang Yang Frown:

"No, you go back to sleep; I'll give you the morning off." Wang Yang shook his head:

"Physical training relies on diet, exercise, and sleep in every aspect; over-exercising will only damage your body."

"Teacher, I slept very well." Chen Yan spoke; he could not exactly say that he had reached the Po Saint Realm.

"No..." Just as Wang Yang was speaking, he saw Chen Yan lower his stance and throw a punch.

Bang!

The slight sound of the fist striking the air made the words Wang Yang was saying stick in his throat.

A slight air-explosion sound?

He must have misheard.

Just now, the force behind Chen Yan's punch was not standard enough, so why would it produce an air-explosion sound?

"You..."

Wang Yang grabbed Chen Yan's arm with one hand and squeezed it.

"When testing strength yesterday, you didn't use your full strength?"

"A little, but it was mainly because sleeping replenished my strength," Chen Yan said.

"Punch me." Wang Yang extended his Palm.

Bang!

Chen Yan smashed a fist into Wang Yang's Palm, not using his full strength.

"My!"

Wang Yang's expression showed pain, and he retreated two steps while clutching his right hand:

"I hadn't said start yet!"

"Teacher, are you okay?" Chen Yan asked with concern.

"No... nothing."

The pain quickly faded; Wang Yang opened his Mouth, and for a long while, he was unable to speak. He just looked at Chen Yan like this, very carefully.

That punch of Chen Yan's just now was definitely stronger than yesterday's.

Moreover, the other party definitely hadn't used full strength.

Originally, he had only thought of Chen Yan as a very hardworking student, and it was precisely because he was hardworking that he appreciated him.

But at this moment, this very hardworking student seemingly had talent in Horizontal Refinement of the flesh?

"Sigh, what a pity!" A trace of helplessness appeared in Wang Yang's eyes:

"Why didn't you show this earlier? If you had shown it earlier, I could have recommended you to Director Xia Dong."

Wang Yang shook his head, his eyes carrying a trace of blame:

"Today is Friday, and the True Martial Prize Money will be evaluated next Monday; it is certainly too late for your Fist Technique skill to improve in such a short time."

Wang Yang shook his head; he felt as if he had discovered an uncut jade, but the time when this uncut jade revealed its brilliance was a bit too late.

Compared to Zhang Qingsi getting the True Martial Prize Money, he naturally hoped Chen Yan would get it more.

Because for Zhang Qingsi, the True Martial Prize Money was optional, but for Chen Yan, it might be something that could change his future life.

Sighing softly, Wang Yang shook his head and prepared to leave.

"Teacher, can I skip class today? I want to keep practicing on the Playground."

Wang Yang turned back to look at Chen Yan, his eyes full of seriousness:

"Chen Yan, keep working hard. You are hardworking enough, you have talent, you still have the college entrance exam, and you still have the most important opportunity—keep working hard and show me!"

"Mm!"

Chen Yan nodded seriously.

"Teacher, do you know who this Bronze Statue is?"

"Bronze Statue?" Wang Yang shook his head:

"This was brought in by Director Xia Dong; I don't know either."

Chen Yan planned to spend the whole day today carefully observing the Bronze Statue.

Standing on the Playground alone would inevitably attract the attention of others; Chen Yan pondered slightly and gave a faint Laughter:

"What does the Gaze of others have to do with me?"

Arriving in front of the Bronze Statue, Chen Yan examined it carefully.

The Ji Character Fruit began to grow rapidly.

5/100

6/100

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8/100

Until 13/100, the progress slowed down.

Could it be that I need to practice along with it?

Chen Yan whispered, making a movement identical to the Bronze Statue, but the Golden Light in the Consciousness World became a bit thinner.

"Why did it decrease?"

Chen Yan Frown, carefully looking around the Bronze Statue.

"The leg movement is wrong."

Chen Yan once again performed the punching movement, his right Foot angled to the right by about thirteen degrees, and his left leg bent more.

This time, in the Consciousness World, a more dense Golden Light emerged.

Chen Yan felt slightly startled; as long as he accurately learned this movement, the nourishment for the Ji Character Fruit would increase.

Chen Yan observed again and discovered some differences between his own movements and the Bronze Statue.

"It's just..."

Chen Yan struck a punching pose almost identical to the Bronze Statue, but sweat suddenly seeped out on his Forehead.

"It clearly looks like a very ordinary movement, why is it so tiring?"

In the Consciousness World, not only did Golden Light emerge, but a large amount of Orange Light streaked across the place of endless Darkness.

This massive Orange Light was a level Chen Yan had never reached before, whether running or doing Hard Pull.

It was not just the changes in the Consciousness World; Chen Yan's body also extremely quickly felt a sense of fatigue.

Even though there were only a few more differences compared to a normal punching movement, his heartbeat suddenly rose, and even his breathing became extremely rapid.

What exactly does this movement represent?

Chen Yan was horrified in his heart; he kept trying, constantly changing the subtle differences in his movements, the Orange Light and Golden Light within the Consciousness World became more and more dense, and the feeling of fatigue also became more severe.

Finally, after less than ten minutes.

Thump.

Chen Yan sat down on the grass, gasping for air in big gulps.

【Po Sheng Realm: Level 2 (0/15)】

【Sacred Fruit:

Power: (11/100)

Blood (9/100)

Technique: (27/100)】

On the Holy Tree, two branches had grown a golden fruit the size of a quail egg and a smaller orange fruit, respectively.

Chen Yan sat on the lawn, a glimmer of light appearing in his Pupil; this was just the effect of ten minutes of training!

What a magical movement!

Following that, he started learning and doing it again.

Time passed slowly.

It was not until the afternoon.

Chen Yan lay on the lawn, powerless, and the classmates passing by the Playground all day looked at him with an extremely strange expression.

Clearly, Chen Yan was just simply doing the punching movement, but the appearance he displayed was exactly the same as someone after running fifty kilometers.

Many people cast disdainful glances; some who knew Chen Yan's Fist Power results noticed a trace of something unusual and followed Chen Yan in doing the same movements, but they did not discover the strangeness of this movement at all.

They did not have the Po Sheng Realm, so naturally, they could not discover the problems with their own movements; it looked exactly the same, but in reality, there were vast differences.

Approaching Noon, Teacher Building.

Xia Dong's reprimanding voice rang out incessantly, and soon Yu Zhiwen from Class One, Wang Yu from Class Two, and Zhang Qingsi from Class Three walked out of the Office.

Yu Zhiwen and Wang Yu's expressions were normal, but Zhang Qingsi's face was very ugly.

"Zhang Qingsi, if you don't work harder, you might not even be able to get the True Martial Prize Money next Monday!"

Xia Dong walked out of the room, locking the door while speaking with dissatisfaction.

"Teacher Xia, only two people in Zhang Qingsi's class passed the Fist Power Test." On the side, Wang Yu from Class Two laughed.

Xia Dong gave a light snort; he naturally knew that Zhang Qingsi would definitely be able to get the True Martial Prize Money, but Zhang Qingsi's performance these past few days really angered him.

Really... too lazy.

On the other side, Zhang Qingsi pursed his Mouth, his face also not looking very good; Xia Dong had come to teach him by licking his face, but he did not appreciate it.

Xia Dong had taught for a few days and scolded him for a few days; Zhang Qingsi had been comfortable since he was a child and had never received such treatment.

Moreover, he also knew why Xia Dong wanted to teach him; wasn't it because he saw his Awakening of Qi and Blood and wanted to curry favor with him?

If it weren't for his Father not agreeing, he would have long since stopped staying under Xia Dong.

As for the True Martial Prize Money, no one would be his opponent.

Class Three had rotted to that extent, and only two people had passed the Fist Power Test; who could snatch his True Martial Prize Money?

"That... should be the one in Class Three who passed the Fist Power Test besides Zhang Qingsi... Chen Yan."

On the side, Yu Zhiwen, who had not spoken the whole time, spoke up, pointing to a Youth below who was covered in sweat while doing the punching movement.

Zhang Qingsi and Wang Yu glanced at him and then did not care.

It was Xia Dong whose Mu Guang paused slightly while scanning, and then he looked carefully at Chen Yan:

"That kid... has a bit of cleverness."

Zhang Qingsi and the other two were slightly stunned, then looked toward Chen Yan.

They also quickly discovered the anomaly; Chen Yan was clearly just performing a punching motion, yet the state he displayed seemed extremely strained and exhausting.

"That sculpture's movement is the External Refinement starting form of a Horizontal Refinement Martial Art; that kid is following along to learn this movement," Xia Dong said quietly, though he shook his head:

"However, he has gone astray. Horizontal Refinement Martial Arts are vast and profound. You might see that his movement is the same as the sculpture's, but the details are vastly different—the frequency of breathing, the angle of the punch, and the flow rate of blood all require careful study."

As Xia Dong spoke, Yu Zhiwen frowned slightly and said:

"But I see him practicing very exhaustingly."

"Naturally it is exhausting. He is imitating as best he can, and the more he imitates, the more exhausted he will become; in the end, it is all wasted effort."

As Xia Dong's voice fell, the previously surprised Zhang Qingsi and Wang Yu withdrew their gazes, their eyes filled with a touch of disdain.

They were either valued by famous teachers or possessed a very high perspective.

And for an ordinary person like Chen Yan, with a low perspective, no opportunities, and no capital, he could only grope blindly.

In their eyes, it was truly pitiful.

"Teacher Xia, should we tell him?" Yu Zhiwen spoke with some hesitation, seemingly thinking of her younger self, a complex feeling emerging in her heart.

"Respect the fate of others," Xia Dong said quietly:

"You all have talent; you are the darlings of Heaven. In the future, you will encounter more people like this... Chen Yan. You cannot manage them all, because they themselves exist to serve you."

Xia Dong walked with his hands behind his back. He was a teacher, but he was also a superior person belonging to this Qingshan Town. He would teach what he ought to teach, but he would not concern himself with anything more.

Because, there was no value.

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Time does not linger; the seasons flow like a stream.

Afternoon.

After a day of exploration, Chen Yan discovered that this movement also required attention to breathing; changes in breathing frequency would also lead to differences in the richness of the Golden Light generated.

In even more detailed areas, there were even changes in the tensing of muscles in different parts of the body, which would also bring about changes in the amount of Golden Light.

It was merely a single punching movement, yet the exquisite subtleties within it made Chen Yan feel shocked.

Moreover, although he was still experimenting now, there must still be many places he had not noticed.

It was just that each time took a shorter duration than the last; Chen Yan actually hadn't performed it many times throughout the entire day.

【Po Saint Realm: Level 2 (0/15)】

【Sacred Fruit:

Force: (41/100)

Blood: (9/100)

Technique: (96/100)】

On the Data Panel, the 【Technique】 Character Sacred Fruit was almost on the verge of ripening, and the 【Force】 Character Sacred Fruit had also grown to half its size.

This was the thing that made Chen Yan the happiest.

"Get up and continue!"

Chen Yan gave a low shout, preparing to get up.

A beautiful figure came to Chen Yan's side. Chen Yan turned his head to look, and it was actually Yu Zhiwen from Class One.

This most dazzling girl of Qingshan High School was actually walking toward him at this moment.

"Chen Yan..." Yu Zhiwen pursed her lips and said with a straight face:

"I asked the teacher; you doing this movement is actually a wasted effort."

Chen Yan's expression changed slightly, and he smiled:

"Many thanks for the reminder."

He could see Yu Zhiwen's good intentions. If he didn't have the Po Saint Realm, he might not have been able to imitate it even purely by mimicry.

But with the Po Saint Realm, everything was different.

Yu Zhiwen nodded, her eyes curving slightly, like a crescent moon.

"But I still want to try."

As Chen Yan said this, he once again struck the punching pose.

Yu Zhiwen, who was about to leave, was slightly stunned and looked at Chen Yan in surprise, but she didn't say anything more and left directly.

Yu Zhiwen shook her head slightly, not intending to say anything more, but she heard Chen Yan speak: "Yu Zhiwen, do you know who this bronze statue is, and what movement it is performing?"

Yu Zhiwen looked back: "Director Xia said it is the starting form of a Horizontal Refinement External Refinement Martial Art. As for what it is, I don't know either."

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Ring-a-ling.

The bell for the end of the school day rang, and a sea of students walked out from the Teaching Building.

Hu Yuan and a group of students walked out of the Classroom, and they were the first to see Chen Yan sitting on the Playground. For some reason, Hu Yuan and the others sat down not far from Chen Yan to wait.

"Wait a moment for Brother Zhang. Brother Zhang is being held back by Old Man Xia for training; he probably can't come out yet." Hu Yuan looked toward Chen Yan's side intentionally or unintentionally, and seeing Chen Yan start performing that punching movement again, he gave a light snort.

"Ah, then how long do we have to wait?" someone complained.

"Don't worry, Brother Zhang told me that as soon as he finds an opportunity, he'll slip away," Hu Yuan laughed loudly:

"Tell me directly what you want to eat today."

Hu Yuan's generosity made all the classmates full of anticipation. Of course, they also knew that treating them was secondary; Hu Yuan's main goal was to curry favor with Zhang Qingsi.

Over these two days, the relationship between Zhang Qingsi and Hu Yuan had indeed become very good.

Even if some people were disdainful, they had to admit in their hearts that they, like Hu Yuan, all wanted to lay a foundation for their future by sucking up to Zhang Qingsi.

Hu Yuan scanned the area; he had treated almost everyone in the class, except for Chen Yan. He wanted to see frustration and longing in Chen Yan's eyes.

Jia Li is so poor, they probably haven't even tasted barbecue seasoning this whole year.

Unfortunately, he was met with Disappointment; ever since Chen Yan performed that punching motion, he hadn't paid him any attention at all.

Hu Yuan narrowed his eyes and continued:

"I heard the Town Mayor has already approved the shops on the East side of the Xue Xiao for Zhang Qingsi's dad to build a restaurant; later, we'll wait for Brother Zhang to take us to his family's restaurant to hang out."

As Hu Yuan's voice fell, someone asked:

"Those shops?"

"The ones where the women's clothing store, children's shoe store, and Fried Noodle Shop are," Hu Yuan said with a Smile, turning his face to scan Chen Yan with a Cold Snort.

Some classmates' expressions changed slightly, looking at Chen Yan on the side with a strange gaze, whispering:

"The shop belonging to Chen Yan's dad?"

"Yeah, the Town Mayor wants to approve it, so it definitely can't be stopped."

Hu Yuan said with a Smile, the Smile on his face almost impossible to hold back at this moment.

The shop at Jia Li is about to be gone, what are you still acting calm for.

He appeared not to care about Chen Yan, but every sentence carried a trace of provocation, and he had already begun to simulate Chen Yan's current mood in his heart.

On the side, Chen Yan finally stopped the punching motion, wiped the sweat from his Forehead, suddenly looked up at the Sky, panting heavily, a Golden Light flashing imperceptibly within his Pupils.

After a day of effort, Chen Yan finally ingested that fully matured Ji Character Fruit.

In his Brain, an unimaginable amount of technical knowledge appeared in an instant.

It was as if he had truly experienced Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter, as if day and night without ceasing, he punched every day, pondered every day, and improved every day.

Punching, constantly punching.

He had been constantly capturing precise muscle control, precise Gaze shifts, precise breathing rhythms...

All of this was contained within that Ji Character Fruit, and then absorbed by him.

It all fused into the Depth of his Brain.

His heart was pounding; this time after ingesting the Ji Character Fruit, the negative effects on Chen Yan's body were not eliminated, but by mastering the rhythm of his Breath, he did not collapse to the ground.

Picking up the schoolbag on the side, Chen Yan looked at Hu Yuan, and their Gazes met at this moment.

The crowd that had been chatting fell silent, and a Smile appeared on the corner of Hu Yuan's Mouth.

"Clown," Chen Yan said faintly, preparing to leave.

As Chen Yan's words fell, the group of students who were still chatting all fell silent.

Hu Yuan was slightly Stun, his Tongue pressing against his lower lip; although he didn't say a word, the look in his eyes staring at Chen Yan became increasingly filled with Rage.

Chen Yan was his cousin, someone he had looked down upon since childhood, and their Chen Family had also always been trampled under the feet of their Hu Family.

Yet, this person who had always been looked down upon by him actually called him a clown in front of everyone.

Amidst a crowd of gloating Gazes, Hu Yuan did not speak; he stood up suddenly, ran quickly behind Chen Yan, raised his Fist, and smashed it fiercely toward the back of Chen Yan's head.

Beside them, the group of classmates opened their Mouths wide, as if they had already seen the scene of Chen Yan being beaten to the ground.

Hu Yuan was launching a sneak attack, and one look told you he wasn't holding back; Chen Yan was done for.

Yet in the next moment, just as Hu Yuan's Fist was about to land, the sweat-covered Youth turned around abruptly.

In an instant, their Gazes met, and Hu Yuan was astonished.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Yan's Pupil light was cold and sharp, his body bent, his right arm tensed like a bow, his Fist clenched; the movement in this instant was as fluid as water, as skilled as if he had done it thousands or tens of thousands of times.

In a flash.

Hu Yuan's movement stalled, and a sound like Thunder echoed in his Brain.

He seemed to see a fierce Tiger tearing toward him.

With a Bang.

A figure streaked across the air, flew over the grass, and fell heavily beside the classmates who were watching the show.

In the silence, Chen Yan withdrew his Fist, turned his head, and left on his own.

"Clown."