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Fang Cheng clapped his hands, shaking off all the iron filings and powder that had adhered to them.

The arm and back muscles, which had just unleashed their maximum power, gradually calmed down from their extremely tense and compressed state.

He glanced down at his slightly reddened palms and knuckles, a satisfied smile curving his lips.

This method of using an Olympic long pole to apply extreme pressure and test arm strength was not something he made up out of thin air.

When he first started learning Tai Chi from Ma Jianguo, the old man had him carry a twelve-foot-long white waxwood pole, saying it could be used to increase the power of his punches.

Because there is a secret method in traditional martial arts for cultivating integrated strength, called "shaking the big pole".

As the saying goes in boxing: "If your strength is not in harmony, you'll need to use a stick to correct it."

Simply put, it means holding the very end of the long stick with both hands and relying on the combined strength of the waist and hips to stabilize the stick and create a series of flourishes.

In Tai Chi, this is also known as "Tai Chi Sticking to the Pole," which emphasizes controlling the pole with intention and using the pole to generate power, relying on the rebound and traction of the pole to hone one's own skills.

The training focuses on improving the efficiency of the transmission of energy from the spine to the shoulders and arms, as well as the stability and control of the wrist.

The longer the pole, the more terrifying the back pressure from the end torque.

Traditional martial arts practitioners believe that if one can shake a several-pound white waxwood pole to create afterimages, the penetrating power of a punch can penetrate bone and injure internal organs.

Fang Cheng's actions just now were inspired by this secret martial arts technique.

However, he replaced the wooden pole weighing a few kilograms with a steel pole weighing over 500 kilograms of pig iron.

Traditional martial arts techniques have been transformed into extreme exploitation of human biomechanics.

This five-ton-level extreme wrist load gave Fang Cheng the most intuitive and accurate assessment of his current explosive power.

It's important to understand that the test just now only measured the upper limit of strength in the forearm.

In other words, it refers to the compressive strength of the forearm muscles and wrist joints in a static, suspended state.

However, in real combat, no one would rely solely on their forearm and wrist to generate power and throw a punch.

A devastating, perfect punch originates from the feet.

The force generated by the foot pushing off the ground creates immense kinetic energy that travels upwards through the calf muscles, is transmitted through the thigh muscles, and then enters the pelvis and core.

With the twisting and turning motion of the hips, the spine acts like a steel whip suddenly lashed out, amplifying the layered kinetic energy many times over, and finally pouring down the shoulder blades into the entire arm.

In this tightly integrated power chain, the arms and wrists actually act as the "barrels" that ultimately release energy.

Based on fundamental principles of human biomechanics, this dynamic burst of energy, combining the muscles of the whole body and the waist and stance, actually outputs at least three times the kinetic energy of local static pressure.

In other words, Fang Cheng is currently standing still, playing a normal level A.

With just this physical foundation that pushes the limits, he can unleash a terrifying 15 tons of kinetic energy.

If, on this basis, the "Qilin Arm" skill effect is activated for a six-second charge-up, then...

This causes the arms and synergistic muscles to expand a second time, drawing in and condensing every bit of power from the entire body, ultimately converging at the point of the fist to unleash a six-fold increase in destructive power...

Fifteen tons multiplied by six.

That would be a devastating blow of nearly ninety tons.

This is a terrifying number that could overturn the laws of nature.

Ninety tons of instantaneous penetrating kinetic energy is equivalent to being hit head-on by an armor-piercing high-explosive round fired from a main battle tank.

Or perhaps a heavy diesel locomotive fully loaded with cargo is hurtling towards you at a speed of 100 kilometers per hour.

This level of destructive power has completely transcended the realm of carbon-based life forms.

If such a punch were to be thrown, even if a half-meter-thick military-grade reinforced concrete blast wall were to stand in front of it, it would be instantly shattered by this overwhelming force, turning into flying debris and fragments.

Thinking of this, an irrepressible burning desire welled up in Fang Cheng's eyes.

Then, he took a deep breath, and his feet naturally spread slightly apart in place, his toes firmly gripping the floor.

Just as he was about to throw a punch, his peripheral vision swept over the gleaming floor-to-ceiling window directly in front of him, and he forcefully suppressed his impulse.

With the current explosive power, releasing kinetic energy directly towards the window isn't a test, it's home demolition.

He slightly turned his feet, shifting his waist and focusing his gaze on the heavy black sandbag hanging in the center of the living room.

This sandbag weighs 800 kilograms and is suspended from a specially reinforced steel frame on the ceiling by several large steel chains.

In order to enable it to withstand its ever-increasing destructive power, Fang Cheng specifically instructed the manufacturer to carry out in-depth customization.

The outer skin of the sandbags is made of a composite material consisting of two layers of high-strength military-grade canvas and Kevlar fiber, and the surface is also treated with a special pressure-resistant coating.

Its wear resistance and impact resistance are both extremely high.

Between the outer skin and the high-density iron sand inner liner, an entire layer of industrial-grade gel pad is inserted as a buffer layer.

With his strength attribute still around 40 points, Fang Cheng would have a hard time breaking through this thing unless he unleashed his full power.

But now, they are facing the destructive force of a normal A-class attack, which can reach as high as 15 tons.

If a punch were to land squarely on it, this expensive sandbag would be instantly pierced and torn apart.

Therefore, Fang Cheng did not intend to touch it.

He stood firmly five meters away from the sandbag, clenching his right fist.

After waiting for the energy to be fully charged, the waist suddenly sank, and the spine suddenly tightened like a fully drawn bow.

Immediately afterwards, he thrust his right hip forward with force.

Using the momentum of this violent twisting motion, his right fist, like a cannonball, blasted directly towards the sandbag.

boom!
The punch tore through the air and came to an abrupt halt several meters from the sandbag.

It was as if a bomb had been dropped into the living room, producing a sudden, extremely short, and muffled explosion.

The speed of this punch clearly far exceeds the speed of sound.

The airflow ahead was forcibly compressed, and the air instantly twisted violently like boiling water.

A highly compressed air cannon was then generated, which crashed directly into the black sandbag hanging in the center of the living room.

thump—

With a dull thud, a clear fist mark appeared on the surface of the sandbag.

There was no actual contact; it was merely a high-pressure airflow generated by striking from a distance.

This caused the enormous 800-kilogram creature to sway violently backward.

The immense impact propelled the sandbags out of thin air, causing the steel chains hanging from the top to creak and groan.

The heavy curtains, several meters away, were suddenly whipped up by the gale, billowing high in the air and lashing wildly against the walls.

Even the sturdy glass windows trembled violently under the impact of the blast wave, buzzing incessantly.

Fang Cheng slowly withdrew his right arm, looking at the heavy sandbag swinging in mid-air, a cheerful smile appeared on his lips.

He was extremely satisfied with the results of this strength test.

Given that ranged attacks possess such formidable impact, one can only imagine the destructive power they would have upon actually hitting a target.

"Now that we've tested strength, let's see just how much speed has been increased by breaking through 81 points in agility?"

Fang Cheng clenched his fist and muttered to himself.

He originally planned to test his running speed limit when he went to the beach for his morning exercise the next day. After all, the environment there was open and sparsely populated, making it more suitable to unleash his full potential and challenge himself to break through.

However, the surging blood and qi in his body have not yet completely subsided.

Fang Cheng's playful nature was aroused, and a brand new idea suddenly popped into his mind.

Just as the sandbag swung to its highest point and was about to fall back down...

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly started moving.

Whoosh!
He lightly touched the ground with his toes, and as if ignoring air resistance, he instantly appeared in front of the sandbag.

Immediately afterwards, he stepped slightly forward, then swung his arms left and right, leaving several blurry afterimages as he repeatedly struck the sandbag.

A series of deafening sonic booms echoed inside the house.

One after another, invisible air cannons shot out and struck the thick surface of the sandbags in rapid succession.

The chaotic airflow raged through the living room, transforming into a small, devastating hurricane.

Several tissues that hadn't been put away on the coffee table floated into the air and were instantly torn into tiny strips by the strong wind.

Several large potted plants in the corner were blown about, their broad leaves rustling incessantly.

The metal chandelier overhead swayed back and forth in the strong wind, creaking under its own weight.

The 800-kilogram monster, filled with high-density iron sand, was repeatedly tossed upwards by the airflow, shaking violently.

Just as the sandbag swung up again, Fang Cheng's footwork suddenly changed, and he began to circle the sandbag at high speed.

Because his movement speed was so fast, his trail even created a brief spatial fluctuation, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.

Around that huge black sandbag, eight "Fang Cheng" suddenly appeared simultaneously.

Each figure was incredibly solid, each maintaining a distinct attack stance.

Some were charging up with powerful punches, some were sweeping horizontally to the left, and some were delivering aerial knee strikes to the right...

This is not some legendary "shadow clone" technique, but rather because his movement speed completely exceeds the limit of the naked eye's retina's ability to detect.

Before the visual afterimage left from the previous location had even faded, he had already flashed to the next node and made a completely new move.

Eight afterimages linked end to end, encircling the sandbag and forming a suffocating strangulation ring formation.

However, the sandbags, subjected to impacts from all directions almost simultaneously, strangely floated in mid-air, maintaining a delicate balance.

It was just that the surface was trembling violently, as if it were being tortured.

call--

As a gust of wind swept by, Fang Cheng returned to his starting position and stood still.

In those fractions of a second, all the "clones" merged back into one, like birds returning to their nests.

The surging air currents gradually subsided.

Paper scraps fell from the air like snowflakes, and the branches and leaves of the green plants stopped swaying.

The heavy curtains then fell back to their original positions.

All that remained in the living room was the chain at the top of the heavy sandbag, still making a faint creaking sound.

Fang Cheng slowly stopped moving and exhaled a breath of hot, stale air.

He then lowered his head, his gaze falling on the sports floor he had just stepped on.

The smooth paint surface is as clean as new, without any cracks or even the slightest dent.

He raised an eyebrow and a smile played on his lips.

Just now, in order to purely test his movement skills, he deliberately suppressed his terrifying strength and did not stomp heavily on the ground to obtain initial explosive kinetic energy. Instead, he adopted an extremely light and quick walking technique.

Even with such restraint, without relying on the thrust of the ground recoil, he still easily broke the sound barrier within a small space, leaving behind an almost tangible afterimage.

This kind of flexible speed control is obviously more suitable for daily activities.

To avoid shattering the ground every time you run or attack, making you look like a demolition crew, destroying everything in your path.

That would be too conspicuous and could easily attract unnecessary trouble.

Of course, if you recklessly stomp on the ground and unleash your full leg power, you can convert all the kinetic energy from the ground's rebound into speed.

Its power is definitely more terrifying than the effect we just tried.

A scene flashed through Fang Cheng's mind.

He stepped into a deep pit on the spot, and his whole body tore through the street like a hypersonic missile.

In that state, even the most advanced military radar and high-speed cameras would probably only be able to capture a series of blurry images.

He gently shook his head, trying to dispel the exaggerated images from his mind.

My gaze followed the movement and landed on the shelf in the west corner.

There lay quietly the dumbbell grip that he had broken in two with one hand, and the two barbell plates that had been kneaded and fused together, completely reduced to scrap metal.

Looking at these astonishing masterpieces, Fang Cheng increasingly realized the crucial importance of improving his agility attribute.

Agility gave him not only the physique to suppress muscle expansion, or the speed to break the sound barrier.

It is also the absolute control that nerve endings have over every muscle fiber in the body.

Without those 81 points of agility as a counterbalance and channel, he simply couldn't have achieved that effortless, snow-treading grace with just those 80 points of strength.

If you let your body strength get out of control, even a simple handshake with someone could turn their hand bones to dust in an instant.

Fang Cheng shook his head, silently reminding himself of the danger.

This kind of destructive power is certainly fascinating.

However, without sufficient self-control, one becomes like an unrestrained wild beast in daily life, easily hurting loved ones and friends unintentionally.

When it really comes to that, it will be too late for regrets, and he will only become a reclusive monster.

Silence returned to the surroundings.

Sunlight streamed through the clear, floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long, bright patches of light onto the pale blue sports floor.

Fang Cheng was bathed in the morning light.

The series of bursts of energy he had just unleashed had caused a thin layer of sweat to appear on his skin.

Sweat beads clung to the contours of his strong muscles, faintly gleaming with a glossy sheen.

He was like a sharp blade sheathed, concealing its untapped potential.

He took a deep breath and slowly suppressed the surging fighting spirit within him.

After a satisfying release of violence, the surging blood and qi had calmed down.

Fang Cheng spread his five fingers and looked at his hands, which had a smooth skin and showed no signs of calluses.

The burning passion in his eyes slowly faded, turning into a trace of listless regret:

"It's a pity, nowadays I'm afraid it will be difficult to find an enemy willing to stand still and take a solid punch." (End of Chapter)