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Chapter 304 Death Tornado, Nail Fist!

In a dark room.

A pair of beautiful almond-shaped eyes were fixed on the view outside the window.

The rain is pouring down.

It was like an impenetrable curtain, enveloping the entire city.

With the eyesight of an average person, it is impossible to see clearly what is happening tens of meters away.

The girl's pale face was pressed against the cold glass, her delicate nose almost flattened.

Her pupils shimmered with a faint yet unusually bright light as she tried to capture the scene of the seaside nearly a kilometer away.

On the beach ravaged by a raging storm, the blurry figure stopped running at breakneck speed.

Then, they slowly walked towards the turbulent sea, step by step, with unwavering determination.

Each wave seemed to engulf and sweep him away completely.

But the next second, the figure will reappear from the churning white foam, as steady as a rock.

"Is that person... preparing to have a duel with the sea?"

The girl sat in her wheelchair, whispering to herself, her heart pounding faster than usual.

She has encountered some unusual people and experienced things that are hard for ordinary people to imagine since she was a child.

But the scene before her eyes still left her inexplicably shocked.

This is not merely a display of strength, but more like an almost insane process of self-discipline and spiritual practice.

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The sky was as dark as ink, and the storm showed no signs of abating.

The gale roared like an angry beast, whipping up icy rain that lashed down on the sea and at that lonely figure.

The seawater had already reached above Fang Cheng's knees, icy cold and penetrating to the bone.

The surging waves came one after another, with tremendous dragging force, as if to drag him into an endless abyss.

Fang Cheng stood in the sea, lowered his waist and assumed a standard boxing stance.

His fists were clenched, protecting his cheeks, and his eyes, sharp as a hawk's, were fixed on the rolling, roaring waves that were about to crash down on him.

They seem to regard this surging ocean as their most formidable enemy—

A tireless opponent with boundless power.

And now he will use his most powerful fighting skills to fight it!

"Infinite combo—"

The skill effects that Fang Cheng had mastered a week ago clearly appeared in his mind.

[Within 0.5 seconds, more than 100 consecutive punches can generate hurricane-like punching pressure, impacting all targets within a straight line.]

The more punches thrown, the greater the power. Upon reaching the maximum number of punches, if the fist directly hits the target, it will trigger the finishing move "Death Tornado," causing devastating damage.

Throw 100 punches in 0.5 seconds!
This means that the entire cycle from retracting the fist to swinging it again can only take a maximum of 0.005 seconds.

If we assume that the trajectory of an adult's fist is 0.8 meters, then the average speed of a single punch must reach more than 320 meters per second.

At standard atmospheric pressure, this speed is already very close to the speed of sound.

It was absolutely terrifying!
If we disregard external factors, given Fang Cheng's current physical abilities, which far surpass those of ordinary people, achieving this average punching speed is not a pipe dream.

However, the actual combat situation is far more complex than imagined.

First, there's air resistance.

When a fist travels close to the speed of sound, air resistance increases exponentially, and each punch feels like pushing against an invisible wall.

Even more frightening is that a sonic punch can generate a shockwave effect.

This effect not only has an astonishing reaction force, but the powerful impact and shock it brings can also cause knife-like damage to the arm.

Secondly, there's the physical strain.

The instantaneous twisting of the joint, the extreme stretching and contraction of muscle fibers, the intense friction between the skin and the air...

With all these factors combined, the physical challenge is far greater than imagined.

Even for an average person, throwing a punch 10 times per second can lead to joint dislocation or muscle tearing.

The demands of sonic boxing on bone strength, muscle toughness, and skin tolerance are even more demanding than those of humans.

Finally, there is the degree of neural response and control.

Can the brain precisely control the power, angle, and trajectory of each punch in such a short time, ensuring that they do not lose accuracy due to excessive speed?

This requires an almost superhuman speed of reflexes and body control.

Fang Cheng figured he could manage to throw a few punches, if it were just a simple matter.

But to truly master it and use it at will in battle, one's body and mind must reach an unprecedented level.

As my thoughts raced, another massive wave crashed down upon me like a ferocious beast.

That overwhelming sense of oppression was enough to terrify any ordinary person!

Just as the wave was about to crash against him—

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed, and he took a deep breath, his chest swelling.

His muscles were twisted to their limit like steel bars, and his aura reached its peak at this moment!

The next instant, his arms moved!

Thump thump thump thump— Thump thump thump thump—

Like the continuous roar of a heavy machine gun, a dense barrage of explosions suddenly erupted.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Cheng's arms transformed into countless blurry fist shadows.

Each punch was accompanied by a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air and a sonic boom that shook the wind and rain.

Countless fist shadows intertwined, forming an impenetrable wall of pure power in front of him.

The violent airflow generated by the fist converged into miniature hurricanes visible to the naked eye, sweeping forward.

The massive waves, which were pressing in like small mountains, were pushed outwards, creating a brief vacuum.

The surging seawater that followed was also blocked and torn apart the moment it came into contact with this storm of fist shadows, as if it had hit an invisible dam.

Suddenly—it rolled back!

The hundreds of punches combined to forcefully change the direction of the waves.

But that's not enough!
Fang Cheng's eyes gleamed, and his core power exploded to its limit.

All the force of the punch was concentrated at this moment, the muscles in both arms bulged and the veins stood out.

Their skin turned scalding red from the intense friction with the air, like two pieces of red-hot steel.

boom--

He thrust out both arms, unleashing unparalleled punching power, and slammed them hard into the churning sea ahead.

Finishing move: Death Tornado!

The seawater exploded violently to both sides as if a giant bomb had been dropped on it.

With a deafening roar, a violent spiral of energy, like a tornado appearing out of nowhere, roared and swept everything away.

Huge fan-shaped waves were forcibly pushed aside, revealing the seabed below, which was covered with sand and shells.

Its power was so great that it seemed to split this sea area in two!
It's like a recreation of the overwhelming, unparalleled martial arts skills from a wuxia movie.

The torn seawater transformed into a torrential downpour, mixing with the original rainwater as it pelted down.

Then, the displaced seawater, under the influence of gravity, surged back towards the center with even greater ferocity.

A series of extreme bursts of energy also greatly depleted Fang Cheng's physical strength.

He slowly withdrew his fist, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for breath.

The skin on both arms was bright red, the muscles were twitching slightly, and there was even a faint smell of burning.

That's the heat generated by the high-speed friction between the skin and the air.

Shila-

Without hesitation, Fang Cheng plunged his burning hot arms into the icy seawater.

A plume of white steam rose up, accompanied by a piercing sound.

After a long while, the burning pain in his arm subsided slightly. He closed his eyes, carefully savoring the earth-shattering blow he had just received.

The power of "infinite combo" is undeniable, but its consumption is equally astonishing.

Moreover, at extreme speeds, there is still significant room for improvement in the accuracy and power control of a punch.

After all, what I will be facing in the future are living enemies, not inanimate objects like ocean waves that cannot be avoided.

"What if...the shadows of my punches didn't scatter, but instead all converged on a single point?"

A thought flashed through Fang Cheng's mind like lightning.

Yup!

One's own fist can be like a pile driver, striking a fixed point with concentrated and rapid force.

In an instant, multiple punches are unleashed in succession, creating a destructive force that thrusts deep into the body.

The more punches a person throws, the greater the damage they cause.

Just now, my punch wasn't accurate enough; the direction was a bit off.

While the area of ​​effect has become larger, its power is much weaker when dealing with a single enemy at close range.

If you reduce the range of motion of your fist to the limit and compress the attack time to the extreme.

It became a special boxing technique that focused on one point, like repeatedly hammering a nail to wedge it into the object of attack.

This... in a comic I once read, it was a special move called "Nail Fist"!

wow-

Another wave crashed in, instantly engulfing Fang Cheng.

But it only lasted for a fleeting moment.

When the waves recede, he reappears like a reef in the sea, unmoved.

The ocean seemed to be taunting, trying to devour this weak human who dared to directly challenge its majesty.

Fang Cheng remained calm, raindrops streaming down his resolute face.

Silently sensing his physical condition, he recalled the details of his previous punches.

He raised his arm again, this time using only one hand.

Immediately afterwards, he twisted his toes sharply, and the power burst from his ankle, instantly flowing through all the muscles in his body.

Finally, at the moment of convergence at the fist's edge, the arm muscles bulged suddenly, then shuddered slightly.

His entire right arm suddenly began to tremble wildly back and forth over a very short distance.

Boo hoo hoo hoo——

Like a drill bit striking hard rock at high speed.

That extreme frequency made the fist seem to stand still, its trajectory disappearing.

Only the shrieking sound produced by the intense friction of the air proved its terrifying speed!

boom--

A condensed air cannon shot out from the fist.

With a piercing whooshing sound, a huge wave exploded on the sea surface dozens of meters away, smashing a large chunk of the surging waves.

Fang Cheng lowered his gaze slightly and slowly withdrew his fist.

I felt a slight tremor in my arm and a deep soreness in my muscles.

Compared to previous fighting styles, this "nail punch" is more difficult to execute and requires a higher level of explosive power and control from the body.

The distance of the punch is compressed to the extreme in order to achieve more punches in an extremely short time and to concentrate all the striking power accurately on one point.

Theoretically speaking, it can indeed cause several times the penetrating damage of a single punch.

But in reality, the shorter the distance of the punch, the less power is generated.

Moreover, the difficulty of completing more effective exertions within the same 0.5 seconds increases exponentially.

This requires absolute strength, lightning-fast reflexes, and stable control, as well as a massive physical reserve as support.

At the same time, the muscles are subjected to tremendous impact during such rapid contraction and relaxation, which can easily cause tearing.

Even with Fang Cheng's abnormal physical abilities, there is still a risk of serious injury if he doesn't control himself properly.

To achieve the ideal effect, the moment you throw a punch is equivalent to the cumulative effect of dozens or even hundreds of punches.

In addition to continuing to practice boxing diligently and exploring more refined power generation techniques, it is also necessary to further improve basic physical attributes.

"46 points of physique is still not enough..."

Fang Cheng pondered silently for a moment, feeling that his physical strength was almost exhausted, before letting out a long breath and ending his exhilarating morning exercise.

The wind and rain continued, but the sky was slightly brighter than before.

The city's architectural outlines in the distance gradually became clearer through the rain.

He stood amidst the rolling waves, letting the wind and rain wash over him, yet a surge of indescribable pride and ambition welled up within him.

Enjoy the feeling of struggling against nature, and savor the transformation brought about by each breakthrough of limits.

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Meanwhile, in a room of a high-rise residential building in the distance.

Through the window, the heavy rain almost blurred the entire world.

Fine water droplets condensed on the glass, slowly sliding down and leaving winding trails.

The girl sat in her wheelchair, gazing out the window.

A familiar swelling and pain came from my legs; it was inflammation from an old injury.

This feeling becomes especially clear during periods of continuous rain.

Her mood was as gloomy as the weather.

The blurry figure on the beach had disappeared.

A sense of indescribable disappointment swept over me, mixed with the gloom unique to rainy days.

She couldn't help but sigh softly, and was about to look away.

Suddenly, his gaze sharpened slightly.

On the rain-soaked road, a lone man was slowly walking towards her building.

Is it just my imagination? Or...?

She instinctively widened her eyes, trying to see more clearly.

Is that the strange man who fought against the waves in the torrential rain?
at this time--

"Miss, you're up so early?"

A concerned voice came from behind.

The girl turned around and saw Aunt Chen walking in with her keys and groceries.

"It's raining so hard, I wonder when it will stop."

As Aunt Chen changed her shoes, she kept complaining about the weather, her tone calm and accustomed to it.

The girl's pale face was expressionless; she simply nodded faintly.
"Auntie, thank you for your hard work."

"Oh, it's not hard at all!"

Aunt Chen smiled and agreed, carrying the groceries to the kitchen. After putting the groceries down, she quickly began cleaning the house.

She kept talking as she worked, chatting with the girl about everyday things and asking about her health with concern.

Then he mentioned the doctor's instructions, saying that he would massage her legs later to improve blood circulation.

The girl only occasionally responded to Aunt Chen's words in a faint tone, but her mind was somewhat wandering.

She unconsciously looked out the window again.

However, the road was empty; the blurry figure had disappeared into the vast rain, as if it had never existed.

The television was still playing the news, the volume neither too loud nor too soft, with only the announcer's clear and articulate voice echoing in the room:

"...Dongdu City police recently launched a special operation to crack down on organized crime and, in the early hours of last night, after meticulous investigation, successfully apprehended a serial killer posing as an ordinary citizen. It is understood that the criminal's methods are extremely cruel and cunning, involving multiple heinous murders and dismemberment cases..."

"This arrest effectively deterred criminals, powerfully maintained social order, and demonstrated the police's determination and ability to combat crime..."

(End of this chapter)