Li Er fell silent for a long time, seemingly recalling some matters from the past. He sighed with emotion in a rare sight. "Going beyond realism, and the intent of implied meaning — this was what Zheng Dafeng said after learning fist techniques in the past. He mumbled the same thing many times, and I remembered it even though I didn't think much about it. You can think about it and see if it's useful. Zheng Dafeng's method of learning fist techniques was quite different from mine, and there's no notion of whose fist principle is superior or inferior. If you have the chance, you can discuss these matters with him when you return to Downtrodden Mountain.0

"It's only because Zheng Dafeng's fist intent is weaker than mine that his fist techniques appear inferior to mine. When he started learning fist techniques back then, he always complained about our master showing favoritism, believing that our master was purposely slowing him down when guiding us along our paths of mastering fist techniques, with one delayed step causing him to perpetually fall behind. 0

"However, he eventually understood the situation by himself afterward, although he was never willing to verbally admit to it. So, I'm actually quite annoyed at his crappy mouth. He's a gatekeeper, yet there's never a gate on his mouth, regardless of whether it's morning or night. Because of this, I've beaten him up quite a lot during our sparring sessions."0

Li Er clenched his hands into fists, with his body leaning forward ever so slightly. However, just this simple and habitual movement caused his spine to arch like a majestic and towering mountain.0

This was fist intent.0

"When a person achieves initial success with fist arts, fist intent will slowly flow through their body as they sleep, instantly waking them when an enemy appears, almost as if a deity is watching over them," Li Er said slowly. "This...0