Chapter 457: Chapter 187: Guidance Outside the Fighting Hall, Senior Brother Yu was just returning. He saw Chen Chuan’s Gard Car parked there and couldn’t help but take a longer look.
"Whoa, a modified Gard Car?"
He walked a circle around it, his eyes filled with admiration and envy. He’d wanted to buy a car like this for a long time.
Unfortunately, in the district where the Fighting Hall was located, even if he bought a car, it would just end up belonging to someone else. That’s why he had only ever entertained the idea and never acted on it.
Just then, he noticed the car lock was a slightly raised disc. His gaze involuntarily fixed on it. ’Is this... a Weighted Torsion Lock?’
He tried placing his hand on it and couldn’t help but shake his head. It would take incredible finger strength to turn it open—at least, he couldn’t do it. The person who used this car was definitely an expert.
’What would an expert like that be doing here?’
He glanced into the Fighting Hall and strained his ears. As he focused, he heard the sounds of a fight coming from inside. Judging by the whooshing sounds of strikes cutting through the air, this was no child’s play.
His expression grew grim. He unclasped the iron chain wrapped around his arm, attached a custom-made weighted ball, and strode quickly inside.
Although their Fighting Hall looked shabby from the outside, the conditions inside were decent. At that moment, light streamed in from the high windows above, brightly illuminating the training floor.
The children could be seen sitting in a circle against the wall, while Lu Fang was fighting a young man of about seventeen or eighteen.
Lu Fang was the one attacking, while the young man simply stood his ground and parried. But no matter how Lu Fang attacked, he couldn’t force him to move a single step. The young man didn’t even seem to be fighting back. After several exchanges, with just a casual flick, he sent Lu Fang flying sideways.
However, the young man had clearly held back. His control of his Power was perfect; Lu Fang rolled as he hit the ground and used the momentum to get back on his feet, completely unharmed.
Senior Brother Yu now saw they were only sparring, so he put his weapon away. But inwardly, he was alarmed.
He had sparred with Lu Fang in private before. Their skill levels were more or less the same, but he had a feeling that in a true life-or-death battle, he might not be the one to win.
And that was before.
Lu Fang was incredibly diligent. Besides teaching, he spent all his remaining time tempering his body and honing his skills. He was now the first to wake and the last to sleep every day. His fighting ability should have improved, yet here he was, completely powerless against this young man.
"This... This is..."
After another look, a jolt went through him. He suddenly realized—’Isn’t this the same damn person who defeated Wei Wusheng in that video?’
’A Third Limit Fighter?!’
For a moment, his eyes nearly popped out of his head.
’What is going on?’
Lu Fang wasn’t one to show off, so he hadn’t mentioned that Chen Chuan was the junior he knew. But Senior Brother Yu was quick on the uptake. After the initial shock, it quickly dawned on him, and an expression of mixed disbelief and excitement appeared on his face.
Back on the floor, Lu Fang was sent stumbling back once again. This had already happened many times during the fight, but he wasn’t just taking a beating. With every exchange, he gained new insights.
Chen Chuan remained in the same spot, not using any strength or speed beyond the Second Limit.
This was just a guidance session; there was no point in simply overwhelming Lu Fang with raw physical prowess. So, he relied on technique as much as possible, not even using much of his Mutated Organization, keeping it at the same level as Lu Fang’s.
But even so, Lu Fang was still no match for him.
This was because even if their use of their Mutated Organizations was comparable, Chen Chuan’s efficiency was far superior. Furthermore, their understanding of technique and their judgment of combat opportunities were on completely different levels.
He had fought against multiple Third Limit Fighters and accumulated a wealth of experience. The moment his opponent moved, he knew their intention and could naturally execute a targeted counter, resulting in a completely one-sided match.
After being knocked down hundreds of times in a row, Lu Fang finally stopped charging forward. He was now drenched in sweat and gasping for breath, but his expression was one of exhilaration.
He felt that in that short period, he had improved tremendously—not in terms of physical fitness, but in his understanding of combat and his control and application of Power.
He gave Chen Chuan a cupped-fist salute and thanked him sincerely. "Junior Chen, thank you!"
Chen Chuan said, "Senior Brother Lu, you’re welcome." He then offered some advice. "During our spar, I felt that some parts of your body are not coordinated. Perhaps they need to be strengthened and adjusted."
Lu Fang was taken aback. "Oh? Where, exactly?"
Chen Chuan immediately walked over. He tapped several spots on Lu Fang’s waist, back, hands, and feet, and explained the problems with each.
For Fighters below the Third Limit, their personal Domain isn’t obvious. It only radiates clearly during combat or after taking stimulants. Through their spar, Chen Chuan had gotten a clear picture of Lu Fang’s condition.
His senior brother’s foundation was excellent—solid and firm. However, there were a few discontinuities in his Mutated Organization that needed to be strengthened.
In addition, a few other areas were overly tough, which actually restricted him and made his body as a whole uncoordinated. The Power he could actually transmit was weakened as a result. He needed to consciously strengthen other parts of his body during training to quickly rebalance everything.
If he followed his advice, his strength would increase by at least ten to twenty percent in less than half a month.
This small increase shouldn’t be underestimated. For a Fighter, even the slightest improvement is enough to crush a previously evenly-matched opponent.
Furthermore, Lu Fang’s breathing was also somewhat impeded. He was likely using the Breathing Technique taught by Wuyi Academy.
But everyone is different. A universal Breathing Technique is just a one-size-fits-all approach and isn’t necessarily suitable for every individual. It needs to be self-adjusted.
Chen Chuan himself, for example, had always been consciously adjusting his. The general principles of the Breathing Technique were correct, but the finer details had been modified to suit only him.
Lu Fang could have actually figured these things out on his own, but it would have undoubtedly taken him a very long time. Now, with Chen Chuan’s guidance, he could avoid many pitfalls.
The value of a teacher’s instruction lies in pointing you in the right direction, allowing you to find the right path without trial and error, so you don’t miss your window for growth.
A Fighter’s prime period for growth only lasts for a certain amount of time. If that time is wasted pondering these things, they might miss it. If their potential isn’t fully realized, they might never be able to reach greater heights.
While Chen Chuan was giving his guidance, Senior Brother Yu watched from the side. Chen Chuan made no attempt to hide it from him; this knowledge was useless to others just by watching. Still, an envious look unconsciously appeared in Yu’s eyes.
After listening to everything, Lu Fang snapped out of his deep concentration. Noticing Senior Brother Yu standing nearby, he immediately made introductions. "Junior Chen, this is Senior Brother Yu. When I came to Central City, he and Senior Brother Guo took me in." Then he turned to Yu. "Senior Brother Yu, this is the Junior Chen I was telling you about."
A wide smile spread across Senior Brother Yu’s face as he stepped forward. "A pleasure, a pleasure. I’ve heard Junior Lu mention you often."
Chen Chuan looked at him and said, "I took the liberty of visiting today and disturbed you two senior brothers. Since Senior Brother Yu is also here, how about we have a spar as well?"
"I can too?" A delighted smile appeared on Senior Brother Yu’s face. As if afraid Chen Chuan would change his mind, he nodded hurriedly. "Yes, yes!"
And while Chen Chuan was instructing him, Senior Brother Guo returned. It was no more trouble for Chen Chuan to guide two people than one, so Senior Brother Guo also benefited greatly.
Chen Chuan could sense that both of them had their own ulterior motives, but he held no prejudice against them.
With their level of martial skill, they could have joined any gang—a much faster way to make money. But neither of them had any criminal record, which showed that even if they had some minor flaws, their character couldn’t be that bad.
When it was over, the two very enthusiastically invited him to a meal at a high-end restaurant in the Deep Unexplored District.
The meal cost them several months of savings, but they didn’t feel it was a loss at all. On the contrary, they thought it was incredibly worth it. Where else could they find a Third Limit Fighter to give them pointers?
To hire one for so little money was the stuff of dreams. Today, they were just riding on Lu Fang’s coattails; otherwise, they would never even get to meet someone like him.
After dinner, Chen Chuan took his leave, and Lu Fang saw him off.
Senior Brother Yu watched them leave and sighed with deep emotion. "Only today do I truly understand how formidable a Third Limit Fighter is. Even back at the academy, which instructor could point out our problems so clearly?"
The other, Senior Brother Guo, agreed completely. "Yeah, but I don’t think it’s that the instructors weren’t capable. I’m afraid it’s just that this Junior Chen is too incredible."
His guess was correct. In reality, Chen Chuan could do this because of the high coverage of his Mutated Organization, which gave him a deeper understanding of these issues. The instructors, on the other hand, could only teach by the book, which was of course different.
Moreover, he had even mastered the Biological Domain. Without grasping such a skill, it would be impossible to point out these flaws so clearly and in such detail.
Meanwhile, Chen Chuan returned to his car. He asked, "Senior Brother Lu, is everything alright over there?"
Lu Fang said, "No problems. Hour, um, I mean, No. 13, just wants to live her own life now."
After Zhao Qian’s death, No. 13, as a Puppet, was left without a master. With no one left to control her, the house became her home. She gave herself a new name, Shi Yi. She is a Resonator, so she uses her Resonator abilities to take on commissions and support herself with the money she earns.
As for Zhao Qian’s other loyal servant, after realizing he was no match for them, he refused all food and water. He showed no signs of life after half a month, and the two of them buried him in the backyard.
Lu Fang said, "I won’t give up searching for your sister’s whereabouts. I’m not strong enough right now, but once I have my own power, I will investigate it thoroughly."
Chen Chuan nodded. "See you later, Senior Brother," he said. He pulled open the car door, got in, and, under Lu Fang’s watchful gaze, drove off into the hazy lights and shadows of Central City.
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