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Chapter 393 Possessing the Truth Called "Power"
Inside the living room of a high-rise apartment.

Two figures, one still and one in motion, create a strange yet harmonious scene.

In the corner, Xiaosai sat cross-legged, eyes closed, brows slightly furrowed, already in a meditative state.

His expression was solemn, and fine beads of sweat from his forehead slowly slid down the contours of his face.

He was clearly immersed in the visualization of the "Great Sun Burning Body Technique," engaging in a difficult communion with the "Great Sun" in that spiritual world.

In the center of the living room, Fang Cheng was practicing his palm techniques with a graceful and fluid posture.

He would sometimes push lightly, sometimes flip his wrist, his palm shadows changing, his strength flowing in and out.

At first glance, it looks like someone is practicing a set of health-preserving exercises.

But the surrounding air, drawn by his palm strike, became viscous like water, forming an invisible vortex.

Each push of the palm and turn carries a mysterious charm, like a gazelle leaping over a cliff.

Occasionally, the fingertips will make a slight "hissing" sound as they cut through the air.

It was as if sharp threads had sliced ​​through silk.

Then, a crisp "snap" sound was heard.

Like a hand striking a drumhead, the force is concentrated and explodes with astonishing power.

With the alternating practice of the three forces: coiling force, spiral force, and springing force.

Fang Cheng became increasingly adept at the methods of integrating Qi and energy.

At this moment, the powerful true energy within his body was no longer the crude state of the past, like a river bursting its banks, only knowing how to roar and surge.

It has transformed into countless fine streams, precisely winding around every bone and penetrating every muscle fiber, driven by the will.

All the muscles and bones in the body are working together, and the power is converging and condensing towards the arms and fingertips.

suddenly.

Fang Cheng paused, his right hand, fingers together like a knife, suddenly slashed down at the empty space in front of him!

The movement seemed effortless, but in the instant the hand chopped down...

A faint blue light, about five centimeters long and visible to the naked eye, burst forth from the edge of his palm.

The beam of light was as solid as a physical object, carrying a sharp shriek that tore through the air, leaving a fleeting afterimage in the sky.

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had gained some insight.

The external attack of true qi that I had figured out in the past was like a flood, powerful but difficult to gather.

Not only is its form scattered, but its losses are also extremely alarming.

Just like when he fought that experimental subject, he only managed to unleash "Blade Storm" a few times with his swordsmanship skills before his body could no longer keep up.

Now, under the constraints and guidance of this method of channeling energy, true energy is highly compressed and condensed.

Like refined steel tempered a hundred times, it transforms into a sharp and incomparable blade of light, becoming even more razor-sharp and efficient.

With a slight thought, Fang Cheng caused the pale blue aura to change according to his will.

Sometimes it extends like a short sword, sometimes it retracts into a sharp claw, sometimes it is as swift as lightning, and sometimes it is as soft as cotton.

"Qi follows the heart, strength follows the will; where the mind goes, qi reaches."

At this moment, this profound martial arts principle, once revered by Dong Yunchuan, Ma Jianguo, and others, came to the fore.

For Fang Cheng, it was no longer some abstract and vague theory.

Rather, it is the truth called "power" that one can truly grasp in one's own hands.

By this time, it was already bright outside the window.

Thick smog lingered in the sky, and the rising sun appeared and disappeared intermittently through the gaps in the clouds.

Sunlight filters through the gaps between the skyscrapers, casting shifting, ever-changing shadows that bring this steel jungle to life.

Ding-dong-

The crisp sound of the doorbell broke the silence in the room.

Xiaosai, who was meditating, shuddered slightly, as if he had been forcibly dragged out of a wonderful dream.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked around blankly.

Those pupils appeared exceptionally bright at that moment, reflecting a lingering golden halo.

It seemed that they were still savoring that wonderfully magical state they had just experienced.

For some reason, he could clearly feel that the effect of today's cultivation was better than any of the past times.

Ding dong, ding dong.

The continuously ringing doorbell pulled him back to reality.

The confusion in Xiao Sa's eyes quickly faded. He wiped the sweat from his face, reluctantly got up, and ran to open the door.

"Hello, your breakfast has been delivered. Please sign for it."

The deliveryman stood at the door carrying two huge bags.

"Ok."

He signed for and paid with a flourish, picked up two heavy, large plastic bags, and returned to the living room.

As he placed the breakfast items one by one on the table, the enticing aroma of the food quickly filled the entire living room.

Fang Cheng exhaled a long breath of white air, stopped practicing, and stood up.

At the same time, several lines of semi-transparent notification messages appeared in the air in front of them:
[Your diligent practice has deepened your understanding of Qi (vital energy), Tai Chi experience +15]

Tai Chi Level 1 (210/250)

[Your diligent practice has deepened your understanding of internal energy; palm technique experience +15]

【Palm Technique Lv0 (65/100)】

[Your diligent practice has deepened your understanding of Qi, Qigong experience +30]

Qigong lv2 (219/500)

Fang Cheng's eyes lit up as he looked at the information flashing on the panel.

The skill "[Palm Technique]" has only been unlocked for less than a day, and the progress bar is already more than halfway through. It looks like it will be leveled up soon.

The reason for such rapid improvement is mainly due to the deep accumulation of martial arts knowledge he had previously acquired.

Not only has he mastered the karate knife technique, but he has also learned traditional kung fu such as White Crane Fist, Bagua Palm, and Eagle Claw Kung Fu from several elders of the martial arts research association.

Now, having absorbed the strengths of many schools and grasped the methods of Qi circulation, he has truly accumulated a wealth of knowledge and experience.

Therefore, it is only natural that the experience points for the skills [Palm Technique] and [Qi Gong] increased by leaps and bounds.

To Fang Cheng's surprise, he also gained a lot from the [Tai Chi] skill, and was also close to leveling up.

It seems that the principles of all martial arts are interconnected.

In the future, I can also try to apply my internal energy to other fighting styles, so that they can complement each other and achieve greater power.

After reviewing all the skills he had learned during his morning exercise, Fang Cheng nodded slightly in satisfaction and stopped exercising.

Next, a fierce battle could break out at any time, and I must keep my body and mind in top condition.

If physical fatigue affects combat performance at crucial moments, then it would be a loss.

I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

Warm water poured down from above, washing over the skin, carrying away the sweat from the intense training, and bringing a feeling of complete comfort and pleasure.

Amidst the rising steam, Fang Cheng silently summarized the three qi techniques he had mastered that day.

"The core of the silk-reeling energy lies in 'adhesion' and 'entanglement,' combining strength and softness."

"When using grappling and claw techniques, one can penetrate the opponent's body silently, like a bone-deep infection, disrupting their center of gravity, locking their joints, and making it difficult for them to exert force."

"The core of spiral force lies in 'drilling' and 'penetrating,' and it has the strongest penetrating power."

"It can be combined with techniques such as penetrating strikes and straight punches to concentrate the strength of the whole body into one point, break through the opponent's defense, and inflict fatal internal injuries."

"The core of the 'springy and shaking force' lies in 'explosiveness' and 'springiness,' combining both offense and defense."

"It can not only be used for close combat, but is also the foundation of the so-called 'lightness skill' in traditional martial arts, which can greatly enhance the ability to jump, change direction and dodge."

Fang Cheng continued to wash his body with his hands, and his thoughts became clearer and clearer. It wasn't until the water got a little cold that he came back to his senses, turned off the shower, quickly dried himself off, and changed into some dry clothes.

When he came out of the bathroom, the dining table was already piled high with food.

Fifty steaming hot, perfectly pleated meat buns.

Three large bowls of fresh shrimp wontons with clear broth, thin wrappers, and generous fillings.

Ten golden and crispy fried dough sticks, and ten egg pancakes brushed with rich sweet bean sauce, wrapped with crispy pork tenderloin and crunchy lettuce.

There were also two cups of warm soy milk and six 1-liter cartons of pure milk.

Xiao Sa, like a professional and considerate butler, had already pulled out a chair for him and stood respectfully to the side waiting.

"Let's eat together."

Fang Cheng nodded to him, and without any hesitation, sat down and started eating.

He picked up a meat bun in each hand and swallowed it with barely chewing.

Then came the second one, the third one...

The speed was astonishing, as if his throat were a bottomless black hole.

Xiao Sa watched from the sidelines, his heart pounding with fear, and he secretly swallowed.

This wasn't the first time he'd witnessed the president's enormous appetite, but each time he saw it, he still felt a sense of awe stemming from his biological instincts.

Seeing a basket of steamed buns disappear at lightning speed, Fang Cheng picked up a bowl of wontons and slurped them down in a few gulps, soup and all, until the large bowl was empty.

Then, he picked up a fried dough stick and ate it with soy milk or milk, finishing it off in no time, just like eating a cookie.

The entire process was seamless, as if it weren't about enjoying a meal, but rather about executing a meticulously planned procedure.

To replenish the necessary fuel for the body, this machine.

Xiao Sa didn't dare to think too much and silently picked up an egg pancake and started eating it.

He was eating absentmindedly, his eyes constantly glancing at the rapidly "collapsed" mountain of food, as if afraid that if he were to lose focus for even a moment, the table would vanish into thin air.

Fang Cheng showed no sign of backing down.

Since Xiaosai has chosen to follow me, she will eventually have to adapt to the various unusual aspects of my personality.

After all, as he enters the mysterious and unpredictable dark world, he will witness even more extraordinary and inconceivable things.

After eating an egg pancake and drinking a bowl of soy milk, Xiaosa already felt half full.

He picked up a steamed bun and slowly ate it. As usual, he walked to the window, looked down, and observed the commotion outside.

The view here is extremely expansive, offering a panoramic view of almost the entire bustling commercial street.

Sunlight pierced through the clouds, gilding the traffic and pedestrians below with a golden edge.

In the distance, Noah Group's technologically advanced silver-gray building stands silently like a steel behemoth lurking in the morning light.

Suddenly, his pupils contracted, and he nearly dropped the steamed bun in his hand. He blurted out:
"President, the bus is here!"

Upon hearing Xiaosai's shout, Fang Cheng did not immediately get up.

He slurped the last bite of wonton, soup and all, into his stomach, and then slowly wiped his mouth with a napkin.

He then stood up and walked to the window.

Downstairs, a luxurious, dark blue bus with Noah Pharmaceuticals' simple logo printed on its body was smoothly parked on the side of the road.

After the car doors opened, a group of employees in uniforms and wearing name tags filed out and joined the flow of people heading towards the building entrance.

Fang Cheng watched calmly, his gaze like that of a high-precision scanner.

Filter out all useless information and wait for the single target to come into view.

Until, a beautiful figure with long hair reaching her shoulders came into view.

"Notify them immediately."

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he gave the order with a flourish.

"Yes, President."

With a swift and decisive movement, he picked up the walkie-talkie on the table, pressed the talk button with his thumb, and issued instructions in a calm and collected tone:

"The target has been identified. Prepare to execute the plan. Remember, stay natural and don't give anything away!"

A brief response came through the walkie-talkie:

"receive."

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In front of the entrance plaza of Noah Building.

Afei and Abao, dressed in brand-new security guard uniforms, leaned against the edge of the flower bed, looking as if they were lazily sunbathing.

Afei yawned, rubbed his eyes, and complained to Abao beside him:

"Damn, this job is even more tiring than the old job of guarding the venue. I have to keep an eye on things all the time, and my eyes are getting blurry."

"Stop talking nonsense and keep a close eye on things!"

Ah Bao lowered his voice, his eyes scanning the crowd disembarking from the bus with suspicion:
“Brother Xiaosai is the crown prince, the future leader of our Red Tiger Gang. If we mess up the things he asked us to do, we won’t get to flatter him and we’ll both be fired.”

"Hehe, don't worry, we two are famous pickpockets in the underworld. Stuffing a note is a piece of cake."

Afei curled his lip, full of confidence.

Their appearance and demeanor were no different from those of the real security guards at the building entrance.

His relaxed demeanor, tinged with a touch of professional vigilance, blended perfectly into the environment.

Just then, Cui Xiuying appeared.

She was wearing a well-fitting white suit today, carrying a black briefcase, and her expression was as cold as ever.

Walking among the crowd, yet feeling as if separated from everything around by an invisible barrier, creating a world of its own.

Ah Fei and Ah Bao exchanged a glance, instantly understanding each other.

Afei first straightened up, stretched, as if to loosen up his muscles, and inadvertently took two steps in the direction Cui Xiuying was coming from.

Just as Choi Soo-young walked up the steps and passed by him...

Ah Fei "accidentally" tripped and stumbled, bumping right into Cui Xiuying's shoulder.

"Ouch!"

He let out an exaggerated shout, nearly falling down the steps, and his performance was incredibly lifelike.

Choi Soo-young was jolted by the impact, and her briefcase flew out of her hand.

In the blink of an eye, Ah Bao, who had been following beside him, darted forward and nimbly caught the bag in mid-air, preventing it from falling to the ground.

The whole process happened in a few seconds, just like an ordinary accidental collision on the street.

"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! Miss, are you alright?"

Ah Fei immediately steadied himself and apologized repeatedly with a face full of remorse.

Ah Bao, holding the briefcase with both hands, respectfully handed it back to Cui Xiuying with a professional smile on his face.

"Miss, here's your bag."

Choi Soo-young frowned slightly, her cool gaze sweeping across the two faces as if trying to discern something.

But all that could be seen were two ordinary security guards with tense and apologetic expressions.

She didn't say anything, then reached out and took the briefcase, checking it over.

After confirming that nothing was missing, he nodded slightly and quickly walked into the building.

From beginning to end, she seemed not to notice the moment Ah Bao handed the bag back to her.

A tiny folded piece of paper had silently slipped into the side pocket of his bag where the access card was kept, following the movement of his thumb.

Watching Cui Xiuying's figure disappear behind the revolving door, Afei and Abao exchanged another glance, both seeing a sense of relief in each other's eyes.

Ah Bao then turned around, his back to the security camera at the building entrance, and raised his hand as if to straighten his collar.

Actually, she spoke into a miniature microphone hidden in her collar, in a voice inaudible to others:
"Handsome Bro, you're all set!"

(End of this chapter)