Chapter 58

But Song Shuhang quickly reacted — it wasn’t that the other party’s punch was weak, but that he had become stronger.

The body-strengthening liquid had almost brought his physical strength to the limit of human capabilities. After practicing the Foundation Establishment Fist Technique, his physical attributes had undergone a tremendous transformation.

At this moment, Nan Haomeng burst out laughing excitedly, "You are indeed a true expert, what a powerful claw technique."

Unable to retract his hand, he hesitated not a bit and raised his leg to deliver a powerful knee strike.

Such a move as a knee strike was naturally not allowed in traditional sanda, but Nan Haomeng wasn’t in a sanda match. Although he was large and laughed in a somewhat silly manner, he wasn’t stupid. When fighting, he naturally used whatever was most effective!

Song Shuhang sighed, and the hand he had formed into a dragon claw fiercely swung upward — the claw moved like a dancing dragon, capable of both grabbing and dancing.

Not only did the dragon claw dance, but so did the prey it had caught.

Nan Haomeng suddenly felt his 220-pound body being lifted off the ground!

And the other party had used only one arm.

Nan Haomeng’s heart skipped a beat. What terrifying strength! The other party could not only lift his small brother with one arm, but even someone as large as him was easily lifted!

But, I won’t be so easily defeated!

"Roar!" Nan Haomeng roared, forcing his body to sink, trying to make it fall. At the same time, he pulled back his right hand, ready to launch a storm of attacks as soon as he hit the ground.

However, at this moment, Song Shuhang struck again.

Foundation Fist Technique, Level 2. The fists were like meteors, delivering over a dozen punches in the blink of an eye, continuously hammering Nan Haomeng’s body.

Because of the speed, it exceeded Nan Haomeng’s reaction time. Thus, the large man obediently became a punching bag in mid-air.

When Song Shuhang swung his fists, he didn’t silently recite the ‘Fist Sutra Mantra.’

Firstly, there wasn’t enough time, and secondly, if he recited the mantra and infused his fists with spiritual energy, he might end up punching a hole through the other party.

In that case, Song Shuhang would face the consequences of imprisonment.

If his luck was bad, he might go in as a daisy and come out as a sunflower.

Moreover, he deliberately held back half of his strength when swinging his fists.

Even so, his body-strengthened fists were incredibly heavy. The dozen or so punches that rained down left Nan Haomeng dazed.

Nan Haomeng... was down!

Song Shuhang retracted his fist, exhaled a deep breath, and felt quite like a master.

Nan Haomeng, in pain, rubbed the dozen or so spots on his body and asked, "What kind of fighting technique is this? Chinese ancient martial arts?"

"Foundation Fist Technique, Level 2," Song Shuhang replied with a strangely heavy tone.

"Foundation Fist Technique 2? What the hell is that?" Nan Haomeng blurted out!

Song Shuhang suddenly felt quite melancholic. If he could, he would have given it a cool, intimidating name. Unfortunately, he was destined to be without such cool names.

Seeing Shuhang’s displeased expression, Nan Haomeng quickly conceded, "I lost!"

He sighed, as the two were not on the same level. He was naturally strong, but the other party was even stronger.

His sanda skills were solid, but the other party’s fist technique seemed to be far superior to his sanda.

"Smart choice," Song Shuhang nodded. "According to tradition, a failed challenge requires a price to be paid."

Nan Haomeng was straightforward, "I have no money."

He stiffened his neck, thinking, "If you want to beat me up again, go ahead! I have no money, but I have a life! I won’t encourage such extortion!"

"I don’t need money," Song Shuhang lied, as he was always short of money recently. "I need you to help me investigate something."

One person’s power is limited, but delinquents have their own channels of information.

Perhaps from them, he could find the person who investigated him yesterday.

Although he had already decided to seek help from Senior Medicine Master, it wouldn’t hurt to be more prepared!

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A moment later.

Nan Haomeng scratched his head, "You want me to help you find the guy who investigated you yesterday?"

Actually, this wasn’t difficult. He just needed to know which classmate the person who investigated Song Shuhang had asked, and then he could deduce the investigator’s appearance and identity. If that didn’t work, he could even check the school’s surveillance footage, as he had some connections in the school.

However, even though he had lost the fight, why should he help Song Shuhang?

He had only come to fight, not to agree to help if he lost — he could always fight again!

"Will you help me, Senior Nan?" Song Shuhang squatted beside Nan Haomeng, his eyes narrowing, revealing a dangerous look.

If Nan Haomeng dared to say a single "no," he would deal with him mercilessly!

Nan Haomeng’s expression changed drastically. He scratched his head and laughed foolishly, "I understand, I’ll have those useless guys and their friends handle it. But I can’t guarantee the results."

He felt that if he hadn’t agreed just now, he would have been in big trouble!

Song Shuhang smiled satisfactorily, "Thank you, Senior Nan!"

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After the fight, Song Shuhang felt refreshed. The fight not only loosened his muscles and bones but also deepened his understanding of the *Vajra Foundation Fist Technique*.

This understanding was different from the forced learning in the ‘Illusion Space.’ The understanding gained from combat training was more flexible, allowing Song Shuhang to use the *Vajra Foundation Fist Technique* more efficiently in the future, conserving more energy while generating more qi and blood!

Combat training was always more effective than closed-door practice!

"Perhaps I should find more opponents to practice my fist techniques? Yes, I’ll note this down and ask Senior Medicine Master tomorrow if combat training is meaningful at my current stage," Song Shuhang thought.

He arrived at the dormitory smoothly.

Song Shuhang habitually opened the Nine Provinces Number One Group.

There were many messages in the group.

First, there was the chat record from noon when Medicine Master exchanged two Foundation Establishment cultivation techniques for Song Shuhang.

Next, a message from Copper Trigram Immortal Master two minutes ago: "Calculating the time, it should be about the time when ‘White True Monarch’ finishes his 150-year seclusion, right?"

North River Scattered Man sent a ‘stiff’ expression and said after a while, "White True Monarch is a seclusion fanatic, a role model for us all. After this seclusion, he should be close to the Seventh Stage Spirit Venerable. It won’t be long before we have to call him White Venerable."

"The most important question is, will White True Monarch contact us after he comes out of seclusion? Who will go to pick him up?" a group member with the ID Drunken Moon Scholar asked.

Drunken Moon Scholar’s name always seemed familiar to Song Shuhang, as he often appeared in the group. But for some reason, he always lacked presence and was quickly forgotten.

After Drunken Moon Scholar spoke, the group fell silent.

After a while, North River Scattered Man said, "I’ll say it first, I went to pick up White True Monarch last time. It’s not my turn this time!"

From his tone, it seemed that picking up White True Monarch after his seclusion was a terrifying task, even scaring the hospitable North River Scattered Man.

Savage Blade Three Waves suddenly appeared, "I feel that my realm is about to advance, so I’m preparing to go into seclusion for a few years. Don’t miss me!"

"Three Waves, who are you fooling? You just advanced to the late-stage Spirit Emperor not long ago, it’s still early for a breakthrough," North River Scattered Man replied with a cold laugh.

"I’ve had a great encounter recently, so my realm is about to soar. Whether you believe it or not, I do. Anyway, I’m going into seclusion, so don’t miss me," Savage Blade Three Waves firmly stated.

"You’re in a hurry for what?" Copper Trigram Fortune Teller said calmly, "White True Monarch isn’t coming out of seclusion right now. There’s still a long time. When the time comes, everything will fall into place."

"Fortune Teller, do you have a plan?" North River Scattered Man asked.

Copper Trigram Fortune Teller: "Hehe, I have a plan. But I won’t tell you, North River. Give up on it."

Damn! North River Scattered Man clenched his fists, damn it, he would definitely crush this fortune teller to the point where even his mother wouldn’t recognize him in the battle on the Forbidden City’s peak in three months.

Song Shuhang scrolled through the chat, just about to interject to show his presence. But for some reason, when Copper Trigram Fortune Teller mentioned having a plan, he felt a chill run from his forehead to his buttocks.

He had a premonition that if he spoke up now, he would invite trouble.

So, Song Shuhang shook his head fiercely, decisively turned off the computer, and climbed into bed to sleep.