Some high achievers from Yong'an Martial Arts University have average or below-average aptitude, and rarely do those with low aptitude gain admission.
As for those with special or superior aptitude, it's needless to say that they've been enjoying specialized martial arts education from a young age, always guided by renowned teachers. Their future looks promising upon graduating from one of the nation's nine special Martial Arts Universities.
Not only in the Great Chu, but all countries, influenced by the global situation, are vying to develop martial arts and value martial arts education.
But martial arts resources are limited, not infinite, and can only be prioritized for students with outstanding talent.
If you have exceptional talent and work hard, the country will naturally support you to succeed; if your talent is lacking and you are lazy, you will naturally be eliminated.
That's why Xue Na believes what her husband said and didn't save up to buy a house. Instead, she gambled on Meng Chuan's future because she could also see Meng Chuan's hard work and efforts.
...
In a cozy little room, Meng Chuan was practicing his punches against a sandbag, with each move of the basic boxing flowing seamlessly, full of discipline.
After all, he has been practicing for more than ten years, and he can easily perform the moves, whether forwards or backwards.
However, he couldn't break through the last 1%, so Meng Chuan picked up a towel hanging on the back of a chair, wiped his face, and sat on the bed to rest for a while, intending to continue practicing and find an opportunity for a breakthrough.
Until the late night, Meng Chuan still hadn't achieved a breakthrough when "knock knock" sounded at the door.
"Go to bed early, Brother Chuan; you have to go to the martial arts dojo tomorrow morning, don't be late."
"You should sleep early too, Auntie. By the way, isn't Uncle back yet?"
"He's working overtime at the bureau tonight and won't be back, so go to bed early. Remember to take a can of Nine Walnut Drink when you leave in the morning."
"Got it."
Auntie's footsteps gradually faded away. Meng Chuan turned off the light and lay down on the bed, his thoughts restless.
"I heard those qualified to open a dojo have all passed the nine Qi and Blood Gates and are martial arts family members. I'll see if there's a chance to ask how to break through that final 1% tomorrow."
In today's society, the status of martial arts families is quite high because they have broken through the nine Qi and Blood Gates, entering the first major limit of the human body, making them extraordinary in both physique and spiritual power.
Before reaching the first major limit, everyone is referred to as a martial artist.
All martial artists strive to break the nine Qi and Blood Gates. With each breakthrough, their body's Qi Blood becomes more vigorous until the ninth gate is surpassed, at which point they can use their abundant Qi Blood to break the body's shackles and reach the [first major limit] to become a martial arts family member.
"Stop overthinking and get some sleep."
...
Early the next morning, unusually, Meng Chuan didn't get up to practice boxing at four in the morning.
Instead, he slept a little more and didn't rise until 8 a.m., wanting to be in a good state for his first visit to the martial arts dojo.
As he left the house, he suddenly remembered the Nine Walnut Drink his Auntie had asked him to take, so he turned back to grab it before heading down.
After shutting the door, Meng Chuan deliberately checked the shoes by the door; it was already 8 a.m. the next day, and Uncle hadn't returned from overtime.
"There shouldn't be any problem, right?"
Although Uncle is indeed a patrol officer, he handles city security matters and doesn't engage in combat against dangerous criminals like a detective.
With Uncle's level of strength, having passed the third Qi and Blood Gate, there should be no issues during normal patrols and inspections.
After going downstairs, Meng Chuan took out a small device from his pocket, pressed a series of numbers, and patiently waited for the other party to connect.
"Beep beep beep..."
The call connected.
"Hey, did you get up yet, Fatty?"
"Big brother, it's my day off today. Why call me so early?"
On the other end of the line, Wang Yue tossed and turned in bed after being awakened.
"Didn't you tell me before that you're training at the Infinite Martial Arts Dojo?"
"Yeah, I still have over a hundred classes left on my card. My dad keeps topping it up, and I can't finish them all. Do you want to try a class? You should be able to with the benefit of my supreme membership."
"No need; I've signed up for classes too. I'm heading to the Infinite Martial Arts Dojo for practice today."
"Your Uncle and Auntie are quite willing to spend on you. Let's go together; we can meet at the intersection. I haven't gone in days."
Wang Yue was quite surprised since one class at the dojo costs a thousand bucks, just a few sessions could equate to an average person's monthly salary.
Meng Chuan has been staying at his uncle's house since he was little, so he didn't expect his uncle would be willing to spend so much money for him to practice at the dojo.
"Okay, I'll wait for you at the intersection in front of Greenland Plaza."
Meng Chuan typically doesn't have many friends at school, and if he were to name one, it would be Wang Yue.
Wang Yue is considered a well-known second-generation tycoon in Yong'an City, with his family also strongly supporting his martial arts training, providing endless supplements and nutrition, and hiring special family fist trainers for daily instruction.
But Wang Yue just isn't determined enough; as his dad says, "What can I do with this only child? A piece of mud that can't be propped against a wall!"
...
Greenland Plaza, Meng Chuan, and Wang Yue walked and chatted.
"Brother Chuan, have you measured your Qi Blood yet?"
"Not yet; I heard the dojo has special equipment to measure Qi Blood, and I want to see if I can reach the first Qi and Blood Gate."
"Okay, we can measure it anytime at our Infinite Martial Arts Dojo.
"Brother Chuan, others might say you're silly for practicing the Child's Fist every day, but I don't think so.""
"Just seeing how hard you work on your punches every day, I believe you'll definitely become a martial arts family member one day."
Meng Chuan smiled without speaking. Although he didn't care about such comments, having a chubby friend supporting him warmed his heart.
"Brother Chuan, I also invited Qin Mengya from the class next door; she's also training at the Infinite Martial Arts Dojo."
"Oh? Do you have a crush on her?"
"When Qin Mengya arrives, please don't talk nonsense! If she hears it... what if she doesn't come with me anymore?"
"Alright, alright, I won't say anything. But losing some weight is better than anything; girls these days like those with good physiques."
Wang Yue scratched his head and said with a shy smile, "I'm already on a diet. I've been eating less recently."
Meng Chuan glanced at the bag of buns in Wang Yue's hand, smiled, and said nothing.
It's best not to disturb others; just focus on doing your own thing. The love that blossoms in youth often leads nowhere.
None of this concerns him; Meng Chuan only wants to practice martial arts and break his limits.
...
Greenland Plaza.
The entire three-story building on the left of the plaza belongs to the Infinite Martial Arts Dojo.
At the top is a gigantic "Infinite" sign, flickering with a striking purple-black light.
Following Wang Yue inside, Meng Chuan resolved to himself:
"I must break the limit of the National Obligation Basic Boxing. If there's no chance, at least practice a few moves with the teacher in other skills."
"Auntie has put her mind to it, with each class costing a thousand. I have to make a mark to report back to Auntie."