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The next day.

The inner courtyard of the boxing club.

"Junior Brother Chen, why does my energy always dissipate when I strike, failing to achieve the same effect as yours?"

Lu Hanzhou approached Chen Qing and humbly asked for his guidance.

During this time, he has gradually mastered the application of force. Although he has only grasped the basics, the power of Wuji Fist has increased significantly compared to before.

His admiration for Chen Qing grew even stronger.

He has been practicing the application of force for more than half a month, but he can still only slightly adjust the flow of force, and he is completely unable to condense it into a ball, and it is also very dissipated.

In contrast, Chen Qing has been making increasingly softer noises while practicing Wujiquan lately, and his attacks often only produce a faint gust of wind.

It looked weak and powerless, but Lu Hanzhou knew very well that this was a case of compressing the force to the extreme and locking it firmly in the body without any dissipation.

If these attacks were to land on a person, they would unleash unimaginable terrifying power.

He gradually realized just how vast the gap in talent between the two of them truly was.

When he didn't understand how to use force, he only thought Chen Qing was a genius.

Once he understood how to use force, he saw Chen Qing as if he were an ant seeing the blue sky.

Therefore, his attitude towards Chen Qing became increasingly humble, as if he were a student treating a teacher.

"When mobilizing energy, do not simply squeeze it, but make it rotate, like a vortex, constantly drawing the surrounding energy into it. This not only allows you to quickly gather energy, but also reduces the dissipation of energy."

Chen Qing explained patiently.

"I see, thank you for your guidance, Junior Brother Chen."

Lu Hanzhou's face showed surprise.

For him, mobilizing his strength was already extremely difficult; to make that strength rotate and form a vortex was many times more difficult.

Perhaps only a peerless genius like Chen Qing could do it so easily.

After bowing and expressing his gratitude, Lu Hanzhou excitedly ran to the side to practice.

Such actions are bound to be noticed by those with ulterior motives.

Not far away, a disciple sneaked away and came to a dignified man, saying respectfully, "Senior Brother, I heard it clearly just now. Third Senior Brother was actually asking that newcomer a question."

What questions should I ask the newcomer?

The imposing man frowned slightly.

This person is Wei Xiong, Hong Zhenbang's true disciple and the most powerful disciple in the entire Wuji Boxing Society. His internal strength and blood circulation have long been perfected, and he is now preparing to break through to the next level.

He is currently the most promising genius in the entire Wujiquan Club to break through the Huajin level.

"It seems to be a martial arts issue, something about 'strength' or something like that, I don't really understand it either."

The disciple answered truthfully.

Wei Xiong found this utterly unbelievable.

You, a true disciple whose internal energy and blood are almost fully replenished, are actually asking a newcomer who has just entered the external energy realm for martial arts advice?

Did they get kicked in the head by a donkey?

What does a newbie like him know?

The competition was approaching this month, and he noticed that Lu Hanzhou was acting mysteriously, as if he was researching some powerful techniques.

Fearing that he might threaten his title as the number one person in the inner courtyard, he sent someone to inquire about him.

I never expected to get such an absurd result.

If that's really the case, in the upcoming competition, Lu Hanzhou will not only have a hard time beating him, but he'll also have a hard time maintaining his ranking.

Wei Xiong waved away the disciple who had brought the message, stopped paying attention to Lu Hanzhou, and began practicing Wuji Fist seriously.

On the other side, Wang Tianle and Wang Meng took the initiative to find Chen Qing to spar.

At this point, the two of them were basically no longer of any help to Chen Qing.

However, he did not refuse and continued to spar with the two of them as usual, with Chen Qing basically instructing them throughout the entire process.

Not far away, Wu Dayong, Liu Jiaxiang, and several other external martial arts disciples were resting together.

After leaving Wang Tianle's small discussion group, the two joined another small group of similar strength.

He also went around belittling Chen Qing, Wang Tianle, and Wang Meng.

Many people were unaware of Chen Qing's background, but thanks to Wu Dayong's propaganda, they all knew that Chen Qing had once been a dockworker with inferior physical attributes and had offended the genius Shen Yifei.

Shen Yifei is currently at the height of his fame in the inner courtyard. He has not only joined a small exchange group full of disciples with internal energy cultivation, but also cultivated his qi and blood to more than 500 strands in just over forty days. He is only a few dozen strands away from breaking through to the inner energy level.

Such geniuses are so sought after that everyone is eager to curry favor with them; who would dare to offend them easily?

Therefore, everyone avoids Chen Qing, who has offended Shen Yifei, like the plague.

In the entire inner courtyard, apart from Wang Tianle, Wang Meng, and Lu Hanzhou, no one was willing to pay any attention to Chen Qing.

"They're both doomed from practicing against a newbie every day!"

Wu Dayong looked at Chen Qing and the others who were sparring not far away and said with disdain.

"Only by frequently exchanging ideas with masters or martial artists of similar skill levels can you improve. If you practice with weaker opponents every day, your skill level will only decline. In the upcoming inner court competition in a few days, those two will definitely drop in ranking."

Liu Jiaxiang shook his head, looking relieved, and said, "Luckily, we withdrew from their little exchange meeting. Otherwise, we would not only have been isolated by the entire inner courtyard, but our strength would have also regressed. Just thinking about it makes me feel terrible!"

"Isn't this their own doing? I suggested long ago that Senior Brother Wang kick Chen Qing out, but he wouldn't listen. Everything they've got now is what they deserve."

Wu Dayong's tone, filled with hatred yet tinged with anticipation, said, "Just wait, they'll regret it after the inner courtyard competition in a few days!"

"I'd like to see what kind of expressions they'll have when they see their rankings drop."

Liu Jiaxiang also laughed gleefully.

Meanwhile, in the area of ​​the academy designated for disciples with internal strength, Shen Yifei was sparring with one of them.

Although it was called a friendly sparring session, in reality, the entire time it was the disciple with internal energy who was feeding Shen Yifei the moves.

As the two were practicing, another disciple specializing in internal energy suddenly ran over and said to Shen Yifei, "Junior Brother Shen, the task you were assigned has been completed."

Shen Yifei stopped what he was doing and asked the disciple with internal energy cultivation, "Senior Sister Sun agreed?"

"I agree, Junior Brother Shen. Don't worry, I guarantee you'll be able to go toe-to-toe with Chen Qing in the Inner Court Competition in a few days."

The disciple with internal strength smiled with a flattering expression.

"Thank you for your help, senior brother."

Shen Yifei smiled faintly.

"Junior Brother Shen's affairs are my affairs, it's not troublesome at all."

The disciple with internal energy waved his hands repeatedly, his tone somewhat ingratiating: "I hope Junior Brother Shen will take good care of me in the future."

"Don't worry, senior brother. If you encounter any problems in Ningjiang County in the future, just come to me."

Shen Yifei looked arrogant, as if he could handle anything.

"Thank you, Junior Brother Shen. I won't disturb your sparring any longer."

The disciple with internal strength respectfully cupped his hands and then stepped back.

Shen Yifei turned his head slightly and glanced sideways at Chen Qing, who was standing in the external force area and sparring with Wang Meng.

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

I've been suppressed by him in the outer courtyard for so long, it's time to get my revenge!