Chapter 1 The Forum

The forum instantly became lively. The post was uploaded just a minute ago, and it was quickly bumped to the top, with replies coming in too fast to keep up with.

"Who could have taken on this task?"

An Qisheng was also a little curious.

Task acceptance on the Enforcer Forum is completely anonymous. Unless you reveal it yourself, no one will know who took the task.

He kept scrolling, and the post was full of guesses. Some guessed it was a divine grandmaster, while others guessed it was a military expert. There were reasons and evidence, but no concrete proof.

"Looks like there's no conclusion."

An Qisheng shook his head and exited the post, browsing the tasks one by one.

The Enforcer Warriors are indeed worthy of being jokingly called the Six Doors. The tasks on this forum are not only about hunting down wanted criminals. Looking at the previous task records, there are even official tasks such as disaster relief, protecting important officials, and fighting organized crime.

Of course, there are also personal tasks for finding sparring partners.

As long as you have enough points, it's not impossible to find a Huajin (Transformation Realm) expert to practice your Jin (internal force) on.

On this forum, points are more useful than money.

Unfortunately, the tasks are not easy to complete. An Qisheng just memorized the information above and then browsed some uploaded videos on the forum.

These videos are all about folk boxing techniques, without true inheritance, but there are some hidden tricks, which are charged, but not with points, but with Da Xuan currency.

Every boxing technique has its unique features. An Qisheng immersed himself in them and gained a lot.

Didi~

At this moment, a message rang in the forum's personal center.

An Qisheng opened it, and it was a message about points being credited to his account.

"Hmm?"

An Qisheng glanced at the notes, and it turned out that Wang Zhixuan had issued him a task separately:

"Teach Wang Anfeng the essentials of Bajiquan (Eight Extremities Fist), task time three months (300 points, remuneration already paid)."

"This woman..."

An Qisheng shook his head. This woman was urging him to go to Modu (Demon Metropolis).

There was no way to return the points, so An Qisheng wasn't pretentious, accepted the points directly, and bought a few bottles of internal strengthening wine.

"Time for New Year's Eve dinner!"

Time passed leisurely until late at night, and An's mother shouted from the living room.

"Got it."

An Qisheng closed his computer.

In the living room, the New Year's Eve gala was playing on TV. An's mother was busy bringing out all kinds of delicious food, and An's father took out his treasured good wine.

Compared to last year's gloomy atmosphere after An Qisheng got sick, this year's atmosphere was much better.

"Come on, let's have a couple of drinks, son."

An Jianzhong waved and poured a glass of wine for An Qisheng.

"His son's still not well, how dare you let him drink?"

An's mother glared.

"It's okay to have a couple of drinks, Mom."

An Qisheng smiled, sat down, and drank with his father.

In the year since he got sick, the pressure An's father felt was no less than An's mother's.

This time, he couldn't help but drink a little too much.

An Qisheng had only had two or three glasses when he was already drunk and sleeping soundly on the sofa.

"All he knows is drinking!"

An's mother pinched her husband angrily and called An Qisheng to help him into the bedroom.

An Jianzhong was 1.9 meters tall and weighed 200 pounds, so she couldn't possibly help him in by herself.

An Qisheng returned to his bedroom after watching the New Year's Eve gala with his mother.

He took off his clothes and went to bed, closed his eyes and entered a dream, sensing Wang Honglin's Baodan (Embracing the Dan) state.

Sensing is not something that can be accomplished overnight, and he cannot master the essence of Baodan in one step, but every day's sensing always allows him to gain more things.

Sensing the boxing techniques of a Baodan grandmaster is more of a guidance to him. Things he didn't understand in his previous practice have gradually become understood and integrated.

The next day, at three o'clock in the morning, An's father and mother in the next room had already started dressing and washing up.

Paying New Year's greetings on the first day of the Lunar New Year is a custom in Xingcheng.

After his parents went out, An Qisheng also got up. During this period, he had developed a routine.

After washing up, he walked down to the courtyard and started his morning practice under the illumination of the snow.

In the martial arts world, there is a saying that one day of practice is one day of progress, and one day without practice is a hundred days of waste. Although this is a bit of an exaggeration, it also illustrates the key to martial arts practice, which is diligence.

Hu!

Hu!

The sound of the fist wind whistling.

In the shimmering snow, on the bluestone slab, his feet did not leave the ground, as if wading through muddy water. His body was loose, his mind was relaxed, and he slowly practiced the Bajiquan Da Xiao Jia (Big and Small Frames).

The Bajiquan Da Xiao Jia is where the essence of Bajiquan lies. The Da Jia (Big Frame) is the child, and the Xiao Jia (Small Frame) is the mother.

Separate them, and it is single practice. Combine them, and it is double fighting. It takes two forms, but it is actually one. Combining them is called Bajiquan (Eight Extremities Fist).

If there were someone who understands martial arts watching from the side, they would be able to see that An Qisheng's footwork and fist techniques all followed a Zheng (正, upright) character.

His body is the center, his fist is the center, stepping is centered, and striking is centered!

With me as the center, the fist opens the Eight Extremes!

Pa!

After a few routines, An Qisheng suddenly stomped his foot, turned around and struck with his elbow, combining his strength into one point. His fist was like a spear, stirring the air and making a cracking sound like a firecracker!

"Hu!"

With one punch, sweat steamed from An Qisheng's body. He slowly exhaled and retracted his fist, a indescribable feeling of satisfaction filled his entire body.

He had already achieved Mingjin (Perceiving劲, obvious force) a long time ago, but after getting sick, he couldn't make this sound again.

Now that he has made it, it shows that his body has recovered to what it was a year ago.

"After nearly two months of recuperation, I have finally made up for a year's loss."

An Qisheng stood in the snow, and ripples arose in his heart.

Illness comes like a mountain, and recovery is like drawing silk. This year, he was so weak that his bones were almost empty. Being able to make up for it in two months is already due to the medicinal diet of the training camp.

He raised his head slightly. At this time, the morning light was breaking, and the sky was gradually brightening.

The new year begins, and a new life is about to unfold.

.......

Outside Xingcheng, in the villa where An Qisheng was located.

Pa pa pa~

A tall man rubbed medicinal wine, and his thick palms repeatedly slapped on An Qisheng's shoulders and back.

The man was agile, and his hand skills were good. An Qisheng was lying on the bed and could feel the heat flowing between his shoulders and back.

"Brother Liu's craftsmanship is truly superb."

After a while, An Qisheng put on his clothes and praised with admiration.

"I make a living with this skill."

Liu Xian sat on the sofa, and a look of complacency appeared on his face when he heard this: "Bone setting, massage acupuncture, I, Liu Xian, am one of the best in Da Xuan."

"It's not cheap, though, a hundred points."

An Qisheng pretended to sigh.

Liu Xian was a massage master he hired from Xuanjing at the price of 100 points for two months after he started practicing Iron Shirt.

"A hundred points for entering Iron Shirt is already very cost-effective. Although my medicinal wine is expensive, it's worth the money, right?"

Liu Xian smiled, and he was a little surprised in his heart.

It's not that easy to get started with hard skills like Iron Shirt. Even with the help of medicinal wine, ordinary people need more than half a year.

And this An Qisheng's Iron Shirt seems to be more than just getting started.

"That's true, but it's a pity that points are too hard to come by."

An Qisheng sighed.

The three hundred points that Wang Zhixuan gave him were spent clean in more than two months.

"Points are so easy to spend! If money could be exchanged for points, that would be great."

These words touched Liu Xian. He was worth hundreds of millions, and if it weren't for the points, how could he have run to Xingcheng to give An Qisheng massages for two months?

"It's getting late, I have to rush back to Xuanjing, so I'll take my leave now."

After sighing, Liu Xian got up and said goodbye:

"Next time you come to Xuanjing, I'll treat you, brother, and give you a good treat."

"You're too kind, Brother Liu."

An Qisheng got up to see him off and watched Liu Xian drive away before turning back.

Dudu~

Before he could reach the living room, An Qisheng's phone rang.

"Senior An, where do you live? I'm in Xingcheng!"

As soon as he pressed the answer button, Wang Anfeng's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone.