Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 23 I thought to myself, I've practiced grappling, how could I endure this humiliation?

This is what it feels like to push your physique to its limit.

Chen Baiyu looked down at the man who was being pinned to the ground; he had stopped struggling in vain.

Because he only needs to apply a little more pressure with his knee, and that little struggle will instantly turn into a suppressed groan of pain.

It feels amazing.

It's not the thrill of conquest, but a kind of indifferent certainty.

It's like pressing down on a struggling beetle with your fingertip.

He could clearly feel the peak of the other's force each time: the brute force of the muscles bursting out when the arms were twisted backward, the skillful force of trying to flip the body when the waist twisted, and even the small movement of the toes digging into the gaps in the stone slab to try to gain leverage. They were like answers written on the surface, so clear that there was no need to think.

And what he needs to do.

Just before that force reaches its peak, applying a slight counterforce can render all of the opponent's struggles futile.

That grappling move just now was less a matter of skill and more a matter of absolute dominance in strength and speed.

The moment the man threw his fist, Chen Baiyu could even see the lines of the muscles bulging in his forearm. Before her brain could fully process what was happening, her body had already moved with a whoosh.

The wrist snap, arm twist, and knee thrust were executed with fluid movements, so fast they were like a blur. By the time the man realized the pain, his face was already pressed against the ground.

This is the true feeling of "overpowering all techniques with sheer force".

Although Chen Baiyu has only reached the limits of human beings, he has not yet transcended the human species to truly reach the realm of the extraordinary.

Even after being shot, they are still powerless to resist; even after being hit by a large object, they will still be torn to pieces; even if held down by seven or eight people, they still cannot escape...

However, even when facing only one opponent, he can still easily dominate the game when he reaches the limit in all aspects.

The opponent's anger, skills, and even the ruthlessness honed from street brawls all seemed like childish antics in the face of absolute power and speed.

It's like cracking a walnut with a hammer; you don't need to aim or calculate the angle.

If the fall is fast and heavy enough, the laws of physics will take over everything else.

And it's not just about brute force.

There is also absolute control over the body, allowing for precise application of every ounce of strength to the blade.

The feeling of ending the battle so cleanly and decisively made Chen Baiyu savor it carefully, even to the point of being somewhat intoxicated.

The sensation of his fingertips still lingered from gripping the man's wrist.

It wasn't a hard, solid impact, but rather like holding a precisely calibrated lever. You could clearly feel the rhythm of the other person's muscle contractions, the frequency of their tendon throbbing, and even predict which direction they would try to struggle in the next second.

This feeling is amazing.

It's like suddenly installing a sophisticated dashboard on a chaotic sense.

He looked down at his hands; the lines on his palms were clear, and his knuckles were distinct, just as they had been before.

But at this moment, it can clearly "perceive" the force threshold of each finger.

He didn't even use 30% of his strength when he subdued the man.

The moment you twist the opponent's arm, your brain acts like a built-in mechanics calculator, automatically calculating the most effortless angle of force application and the fulcrum that makes the joints most likely to lose their resistance. Even the timing of your knee hitting the bend of the leg is precisely timed to coincide with the gap when the opponent's center of gravity shifts.

Everything was as natural as breathing, yet terrifyingly precise.

Although at the airport, he felt that his body had not only become stronger, but also more coordinated and balanced.

But it wasn't until the moment of actual action that things began.

Only then can one truly appreciate the changes.

This is not simply about "becoming stronger".

Rather, it is an "upgrade" of the entire body.

In addition to hardware updates, the software has also been updated to the corresponding version.

In the past, when he lifted heavy objects, he had to tense all his muscles and rely on brute force to fight against gravity. Afterwards, his arms would ache and his back would hurt. But now he can feel how his lumbar spine releases force like a spring when he exerts force, how his leg muscles transmit force like gears, and he can even keep his heartbeat steady when he exerts force by adjusting his breathing rhythm.

Like a reprogrammed machine, every part knows when and how much force it should operate.

When the man's fist came flying, it was almost in slow motion in his eyes.

It's not a visual delay, but a sudden increase in the brain's information processing speed. Within 0.1 seconds, it can analyze the trajectory, speed, and landing point of a punch, and even predict the shift in the opponent's center of gravity when they throw a punch, then mobilize the most suitable muscle groups to respond. The whole process is so fast that consciousness can't keep up, but the body has already made the optimal solution.

It felt like a veil had suddenly been lifted from the world.

Ordinary people spend their entire lives "adjusting" to their bodies. They may twist their ankles while walking, bump into things when raising their hands, and always miss some of their strength when exerting it.

But now, it seems he has made some kind of pact with this body.

There was no hesitation between thought and action.

Whatever you want to do, your body can execute it precisely and without the slightest error.

While thinking.

Exclamations of surprise came from those around them.

The sounds around him rushed into his ears like a tide.

A woman in a beige trench coat covered her mouth, her eyes bulging out of their sockets.

The coffee cup she had just bought was tilted in her hand, and the brown liquid dripped onto her high heels without her noticing.

Beside her, a middle-aged man in casual clothes was frantically pulling out his phone, his fingers trembling so much he could barely press the shutter button.

The crowd began to stir.

Some people stepped back, some pushed forward, and many more took out their phones.

Flashbulbs went off one after another, like an impromptu press conference.

"Make way! Police!"

The crowd parted like a red sea, and two uniformed policemen strode over.

Obviously.

As this is a large gathering place for people, there is a certain number of police officers stationed nearby.

The younger of the two had his hand on his waist, his eyes scanning warily between Chen Baiyu and the man on the ground.

"what happened?"

The older police officer first looked at the locations of the surrounding surveillance cameras, then frowned and asked.

Her eyebrows almost flew into her hairline.

“This person attacked me suddenly,” Chen Baiyu said calmly, pointing to the groaning man on the ground. “I had no choice but to defend myself.”

As she spoke, Chen Baiyu's knees left the man's back on the ground.

The man immediately jerked like a fish out of water, then curled up into a ball, groaning in pain.

"Self-defense?"

The young policeman glanced at the burly attacker, then at the relatively thinner Chen Baiyu, and subconsciously repeated a sentence.

Before Chen Baiyu could answer, the surrounding crowd had already erupted in an uproar.

"Officer! I saw the whole thing!"

A young girl in a red dress pushed her way forward, pointing at Chen Baiyu and excitedly babbling incoherently, "He's just like a superhero in a movie! When that big brother swung his fist, he just—"

"He was so fast I didn't even see it!" the man in the suit interjected. "One second my fist was about to hit him, and the next second the guy was already on the ground!"

The two policemen exchanged a glance.

The older man crouched down to examine the attacker, and when he saw the man's slightly twisted arm, he couldn't help but gasp: "You've learned grappling?"

"Ah."

"He suddenly attacked me. I thought to myself, I've learned grappling techniques, how can I let myself be wronged like this?"

"Click, and I pressed it there for him."

When asked by the police officer, Chen Baiyu answered with an innocent expression.

(End of this chapter)