Inside the Martial Arts Room.
Lu Chenzhou imitated Hong Fu, training his fists against the wooden stakes. Without realizing it, an hour had passed, and covered in sweat, he looked at the Martial Arts Tree—no new Martial Arts had appeared. This time, he truly experienced the difficulty of the Tiger Supreme Fist.
If it were some other third-rate Tiger Form Fist, with his current Tiger Form foundation, he could've reached beginner level within an hour. But he didn't get discouraged; on the contrary, he became even more expectant.
Hong Fu grew even more interested, still not satisfied with the practice. He felt Lu Chenzhou was learning faster than he'd expected—indeed, the kid's talent was quite something, deserving to be taught.
He took the initiative to ask:
"You haven't used up all your five hours of one-on-one lessons this week yet, right?"
"I've been saving them, just so I could learn a new fist technique from you."
Hearing this, Hong Fu was delighted and said with a laugh:
