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Chapter 16 016 Infinite Matryoshka?

The moonlight hung high, and there were several dull groans coming from the bathroom of the Eight Immortals Martial Arts Hall.

I saw Chen Hao took off his sportswear, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the bathroom, observing several blue and purple bruises on his body.

In just a few minutes of fighting Song Shijie, Chen Hao's arms, fists, elbows, and back suffered considerable damage.

The most serious of these is the position of the entire forearm!
The two forearms in the mirror were now as swollen as inflated steamed buns, and there were bruises visible to the naked eye on their skin.

This was the damage caused by Song Shijie's dark kick left when he used his Pegasus to step on a swallow.

Although Chen Hao barely stopped the opponent's horse-shaped cannon with the [parry and block] in the arcade boxing method, his dark energy was only practiced on the hands and feet, not the forearm.

Even his physical fitness is far from the level expected of an Dark Strength warrior.

If it weren't for his grandfather's deliberate training since childhood, Chen Hao would have laid a solid physical foundation.

In addition, with the help of Cheng Hu's fist intention, he had mastered An Jin in advance, allowing him to understand how to release his energy and force when fighting against masters.

I'm afraid that right now his arm is not simply blue and swollen like in the mirror, but has already been kicked off by the opponent's flying kicks!

"He is indeed a great master of Anjin!"

"Not only is the style of play powerful, but even my physical fitness has completely crushed me."

"If that Huo Heng hadn't come out to smooth things over..."

Chen Hao grimaced in pain and washed the injured area alternately with hot and cold water to clear up the congestion.

My family owns a martial arts gym, and I have practiced martial arts since I was a child to strengthen my body, so it is normal to have a bruise.

After drying off his body, he went to the office and dug out a medicine box, took the Baiyao for bruises and smeared it on.

Seeing that a few pieces of skin were broken on the fist bone, Chen Hao used iodine to disinfect it, then took off two band-aids and put them on, using a clean and agile technique.

"Sure enough, what I told my grandfather is correct. If you want to beat someone, you must first learn to be beaten!"

"It's just some flesh wounds. It should be fine after ten days and half a month of recuperation."

After fixing the skin injury, Chen Hao went to the mirror and took a look.

"That Song Shijie looks at most a few years older than me. He has practiced dark energy so thoroughly at such a young age, and I don't know how he did it."

"Is it the successor of the Xingyiquan Guild? The background is not small!" Chen Hao muttered.

Turned on the computer in the office, logged on to the official website, searched for the information of the Souxingyiquan Club, and sure enough, saw the introduction of the club in a separate forum.

This is a loose organization that gathers Xingyiquan fighters from all over the country, a bit like a small branch of the Wushu Association.

The twelve forms of Xingyiquan, together with Taijiquan and Baguazhang, are collectively referred to as the three major internal fists, and their descendants are spread all over the world. It is not comparable to a small boxing like Zuiquan.

Anyone who practices Xingyi Quan can pass the assessment and join this Xingyi Clubhouse.

However, it was stated in the information that the minimum standard for joining the club was a fourth-tier Bronze Tiger-level martial artist. From this, it can be seen that the background strength of the Xingyi Guild Hall could not be called Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

"First lay down the foundation of dark energy, and then develop the habit of external training and internal cultivation that grandpa said. If the hands are not hard enough, practice the hands, and if the muscles, bones and membranes are not strong enough, cultivate them."

"Now that we have the data panel, we shouldn't lose to Song Shijie!" Looking at the introduction on the official website, and recalling the previous encounters where he was at a disadvantage, Chen Hao's desire to win was once again ignited.

……

After checking Song Shijie's background, Chen Hao searched the official website for information about the middle-aged man Huo Heng.

There are very few Huajin Grandmasters in Huaguo, and every Huajin Grandmaster is a pillar-like existence. Such a figure has a separate personal column section set up on the official website.

Just after searching, Chen Hao saw the introduction of this Grandmaster Huo Heng.

"The secret sect of the Huo family, also known as the Mizong Boxing, is divided into eight internal and external practices. It originated from the Yu Ling Army in the Han Dynasty. The flying general Huo Qubing adopted the vicious throwing, shooting and strangulation tactics of the Huns and combined them with the martial arts of the Central Plains. It is summarized and compiled from the secret training and hand-to-hand combat with the Xiongnu generals and brave men in the Qilian Mountain School Cavalry Camp."

"It's exactly what he said. It's a secret skill passed down from family, and its origins are also outrageous."

After confirming Huo Heng's identity, Chen Hao's last doubt was finally dispelled.

The burning pain all over his body made most of the beer smell dissipate from Chen Hao's body.

Without the numbness caused by alcohol, Chen Hao was embarrassed by the bruised pain. He had no choice but to turn off the computer and sneak into the cellar in the backyard of the martial arts hall.

There are two shelves in the cellar. One shelf is medicinal wine for daily drinking, and the other row is Dieda wine for injuries. They are all aged wine accumulated by my grandfather during his lifetime.

Before, Chen Hao couldn't take it due to alcohol allergy, but now that he has no such symptoms, he naturally refused to let go of the good wine passed down by his grandfather.

What's more, after figuring out the role of the data panel, Chen Hao also wanted to verify whether drinking would increase his source points.

So, after walking around in front of the two shelves, Chen Hao took a bottle of distilled wine and walked out of the cellar.

"Grandpa said that Dieda wine can be applied externally or used internally, but the medicinal properties are too strong, ordinary people should not drink more, just a small cup at a time."

"I have developed the dark energy now, and my qi, blood and metabolism are stronger than ordinary people. I can drink a few cups of them." Chen Hao said to himself, and found a small wine cup to fill up.

The strong aroma of medicine spread all around. He picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp, feeling a burning sensation running down his throat and straight into his stomach.

"It's so spicy! It's so strong!"

"This drinking wine is more powerful than medicinal wine!" Chen Hao exhaled a burning breath, licked his dry lips, and added two more glasses when he felt that one glass was not enough.

After three glasses of Dieda wine, the strong aroma of the wine mixed with the smell of various precious medicinal herbs had already flooded his mouth and nose.

After a while, Chen Hao felt dizzy in his brain.

However, he held on and did not let himself fall asleep. Instead, he called up the data panel and stared at the changes on the panel, intending to verify his previous guesses.

It's just that as soon as the panel was called up, Chen Hao's face became extraordinarily exciting!
【Name: Chen Hao】

[Realm: Middle Dark Strength]

[Skill: Drunken Fist Lv1 (133/200)]

【Source: 0.09】

"what?"

"Why did Drunken Master's proficiency increase so much in one breath!" Chen Hao was a little surprised.

He vaguely remembered that after teaching Chen Yi how to roll around in the evening, Drunken Master Level 1 proficiency was still at (103/200).

It took less than half a day, and the proficiency increased by 30 points in one breath!

Such a terrifying improvement efficiency is equivalent to Chen Hao's previous morning practice of 1 hour to gain proficiency, multiplied by 30 times the effect!
"Could it be because of the actual battle with Song Shijie?" Chen Hao carefully recalled the previous experience, and his face showed a bit of understanding.

He vaguely remembered what his grandfather taught him when he was still alive: "Act a thousand, practice ten thousand, it is better to fight a life and death!"

In a life-and-death fight, people's attention will be greatly concentrated, and every move and every move will be performed like instinct.

Under such a premise, the martial arts learned by the warriors themselves will be unknowingly mastered and quickly improved.

"If this is the case, it seems that I will have to find more opportunities to compete with different masters in the future!" Chen Hao wanted to understand the reason, and his desire to win in the competition was once again inspired.

It is estimated that life in a small county town is too dull. The appearance of this data panel is equivalent to giving Chen Hao a push, adding a different color to his peaceful life.

……

After figuring out the reason for the skyrocketing proficiency of Drunken Fist, Chen Hao stared at the data panel again.

Sure enough, after about ten minutes, the alcohol-induced alcohol began to spread all over the body, and the injuries and pain everywhere began to be suppressed by the alcohol-induced drug.

The source point value that stayed at 0.09 once again showed an upward growth arrow.

With the subtle rotation of the Ouroboros brand on the back of Chen Hao's right hand, the value behind the source point jumped four times in a row, like a digital watch, to 0.13.

"It increased by so much 0.04 at one time?"

"Is it because the alcohol content of Dieda wine is much higher than that of ordinary beer?"

"So, this data panel doesn't seem to be cultivating martial arts masters. Instead, it wants to make me a drunken barrel?"

After figuring out the source point increase mechanism of this data panel, Chen Hao's expression suddenly became a little brighter.

Although I don’t know who designed this damn golden finger, after taking that [Dionysian Pill], when it came to drinking, Chen Hao thought that he would never lose to anyone again.

"Dionysus Budao Pill, just one pill wiped out my alcohol allergy."

"If there are a few more, wouldn't it be true that a thousand cups will not get drunk, and ten thousand cups will not be poured?"

"If you really can't get drunk, isn't this source point just like the infinite matryoshka, just brush it casually?" Chen Hao grabbed the eggshell-shaped toy left on the desk during the day, and suddenly had an idea.

Since these kinds of snacks for children can be bought easily by a passing child, they must be from nearby convenience stores and school canteens.

Now that I have saved a lot of source points, and the savings in my pocket are enough to beat any naughty kid, why not buy a few similar [Dionysus Bupo Pills]?
　The second update~ It's too late, two updates for the time being today.

　　PS: The protagonist's hack is actually very heroic.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)