In the past few days, Meng Chuan has been experiencing fights, punching Daozi Zhao Huanzhen, kicking Wudang old Taoists, and being undefeated in the second tier.
His fame has spread, and everyone knows that a fierce man has come to Wudang Mountain.
Yet every day, there are still people "unconvinced" coming to spar with him.
"Daoist, you're showing attachment..."
Meng Chuan felt quite emotional, truly feeling this place is great, with an even richer martial arts atmosphere than the United University.
Every day, after practicing boxing, he would engage in some actual combat.
Not only did his mastery of fist skills increase rapidly, but he could also digest the fighting techniques he comprehended while practicing boxing. It felt very satisfying...
Gradually, Meng Chuan became more and more accustomed to staying in Wudang, even finding the stone trough hard bed comfortable.
Most importantly, before making a move now.
