Martial Arts Tournament Invitation

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With the Eight Immortals Posture raised to Level 2, Chen Jue felt a surge of warmth coursing through his body, more comfortable than ever before after his standing meditation. As his pores closed throughout his body, this warm current, guided by his postural movements, flowed everywhere, bringing a sensation so pleasant it was as if he had consumed some potent tonic.

“Practicing feels more and more comfortable—this means I’m doing it right!” Remembering the heated debates among masters on the forums, Chen Jue knew he was now on the proper path.

Moreover, Level 2 postural skills far surpassed the previous stage in attribute enhancement; after more than an hour of practice, his free attribute points increased by 0.05—a remarkable improvement. Of course, this was thanks to the miraculous state of closed pores throughout his body, coupled with his extraordinary physical attributes. Chen Jue could forcibly maintain closed pores for half an hour at a stretch.

Over more than an hour of training, he only relaxed his pores twice to release pressure!

Such an incredible duration, if known to other masters of internal martial arts, would surely leave them dumbfounded. After all, human stamina is limited; sustaining closed pores for even a few minutes is already pushing the limits.

The longer one persists, the more it demonstrates their abundant vitality—much like someone sprinting at full speed: to run two or three hundred meters is already the limit. If asked to run a marathon at the same pace as a 100-meter dash, they would surely collapse on the spot.

Yet, thanks to his practice of the Twelve Postures of Muscle Transformation and a physical attribute of 1.63, Chen Jue possessed stamina beyond ordinary people and managed to accomplish the impossible.

Frankly, the efficiency of his postural practice for one hour could equal another person’s progress over twenty days—a case of advancing by leaps and bounds.

Of course, the most direct scientific data came from Chen Jue’s newly purchased electronic watch. He discovered that after achieving mastery in internal force last night, his resting heart rate dropped to only 30–40 beats per minute.

Moreover, each heartbeat was strong and powerful; the measurement app showed waves peaking steadily!

No wonder the old physician at Leaf Harmony Hall had remarked that Chen Jue’s health was excessive—if he kept training, his heart rate could rival that of a turtle, renowned for longevity (note: turtles have a heart rate of 20–30 beats per minute).

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After his morning workout, the rain outside had stopped. Opening the door, a cool and refreshing breeze greeted him, and the temperature had dropped noticeably since yesterday.

Wiping away sweat from his training and changing into a long-sleeved athletic shirt, Chen Jue slowly walked toward Lin Family Village.

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After breakfast, instead of going to Panlong Town’s market, he visited Lin Family Village’s small market, bought a meat bone, and picked up fresh vegetables, planning to make bone broth.

With an injured hand, Chen Jue decided not to practice martial arts today, opting instead for rest and recuperation—he would spend two days at home working on static exercises, waiting for his injury to heal completely.

Returning home, he set the bone broth to simmer and found a popular TV series to watch while practicing the Twelve Postures of Muscle Transformation.

The morning passed in this manner; after lunch and a nap, he woke at 2 p.m. to discover a missed call from an unfamiliar number on his phone.

After washing his face with warm water and cleaning the residue from his eyes, Chen Jue called back.

“Hello! Is this Comrade Chen Jue from Chen Family Village?” The voice on the other end was a robust, unfamiliar man.

“I am Chen Jue. Who are you, and what do you want?” Chen Jue was suspicious—scam calls were common these days, and he always asked a few questions. If it wasn’t a legitimate matter such as a delivery, he would hang up without bothering to engage.

“Hello Comrade Chen Jue, my surname is Yao. I’m the political commissar of the XX Regiment stationed nearby. Yesterday you acted bravely, assisting our three young soldiers in apprehending a thief, did you not?”

“I watched the video of you chasing the thief and believe you’re a true martial arts expert. I’d like to invite you to participate in our regiment’s hand-to-hand combat exchange match next week. We’ll also invite local Sanda coaches and martial arts masters for sparring and guidance—it’s a special event for military-civilian interaction.”

“Do you have time, Comrade Chen Jue? Of course, you won’t come for nothing—every invitee will receive an appearance fee. If you take first place, our regiment intends to appoint you as a martial arts instructor, with monthly subsidies. Are you interested?” Commissar Yao explained.

“Ah! An exchange tournament? Yes, yes, I’ll attend.”

“Great! I’ll add you on WeChat and send the address. You can navigate there when the time comes.”

Chen Jue remained bewildered even after hanging up.

He hadn’t expected that casually displaying a bit of skill would catch the eye of a local military leader.

But thinking of the opportunity to compete—and earn some money—Chen Jue’s interest was piqued.

He was currently unemployed, with significant expenses for his training: daily meals rich in meat and supplements, plus a range of equipment he’d recently purchased—at least ten thousand yuan spent already.

He still had some twenty thousand in savings, but it was like water without a source; eventually, it would run dry.

An extra income stream would provide much-needed support for his martial arts practice.

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Moreover, the tournament would give him a chance to exchange techniques with other practitioners—far more engaging than training alone behind closed doors.

Especially now, having achieved mastery in internal force, he was eager for real sparring to gain practical experience.

The masters on the forums often said: if you don’t spar, your training is wasted.

Glancing at the dented, broken brick on his white wall at home, Chen Jue felt confident he wouldn’t easily be defeated.

Still, to be safe, he decided to consult the forum masters for advice on participating in such matches.

If possible, he’d learn a few fast-track martial arts techniques to improve his chances!

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Martial Arts Novice: “Masters! Help! A newbie is about to join a local combat exchange tournament next week. Any recommendations for martial arts I can master in a week?”

Half-Step Explosive Fist: “Here’s a fresh newbie! Is it you again, OP? Didn’t you just start training? Why are you jumping into a tournament already? (glaring)”

Sun Family Taiji Heir: “A level 3 newbie going into a match? We old-timers on the forum are trembling in anticipation (dog head emoji)”

Eagle Strike Skyward: “There are plenty of fast-track martial arts. For a tournament, I recommend learning some Sanda and Jeet Kune Do (side-eye emoji)”

Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms: “OP, try training in water. Yang Guo learned the Heavy Sword under a waterfall and gained immense strength in just a few days (funny emoji)”

Happy Couch Potato Fist: “Why not recommend the Nine Yang Manual? Once mastered, you can learn anything quickly, even the Heaven and Earth Shift in a few hours (laugh emoji)”

Shaolin Lay Disciple: “OP, are you a virgin? If so, try Shaolin Boy’s Skill. Guaranteed quick results, highly recommended! (funny emoji)”

Martial Arts Novice: “……”

In short, the thread had gone so off-topic that Chen Jue was left at a loss for words—even martial arts from wuxia novels were being suggested.