Start with push-ups to gain experience

Fang Cheng withdrew his hand and walked closer to take a look.

The cut surface is as smooth as a mirror, so flat that even the wood grain is clearly visible.

After the entire tree trunk was cut off, a faint smell of burning wafted from the edges.

This is clearly caused by the intense friction between high-energy particles and wood fibers, resulting in a sudden high temperature.

"The destructive power is not bad."

Fang Cheng nodded in satisfaction.

The greatest value of Qi crystallization lies in its ability to simultaneously enhance both offensive and defensive capabilities.

When the Qi covers the body, it not only has an absolute physical defense effect similar to the Golden Bell Shield, but also has cutting and penetrating attributes that ignore conventional defenses during attacks.

This is a perfect match for "palm techniques".

In normal combat, Fang Cheng is used to directly punching the enemy.

This is not because he is a violent madman, but because in the conventional martial arts system, the destructive power of palm techniques is naturally lacking.

The large contact area of ​​the palm makes it easy for the force to disperse at the moment of impact.

A fist, on the other hand, can concentrate the body's kinetic energy into a few points on the protruding knuckles, creating extreme pressure and penetration.

This is why, although traditional martial arts routines contain a large number of palm techniques, in real life-or-death battles, they are rarely used as the main killing move, except for hand strikes to vulnerable areas.

It's fine against ordinary people, but against tough experts or mutated monsters, the palm technique's lethality will be greatly reduced.

In the end, they could only rely on the power of their inner energy to bridge this gap.

However, the amount of true qi stored in the dantian is limited, and it is not easy to replenish it after it is used up.

Therefore, Fang Cheng would not bother with a fight that could be resolved cleanly with his fists.

Now, with the support of "condensing qi into qi", this pain point is easily solved.

As Fang Cheng pondered this, he got into position.

With shoulders relaxed and elbows dropped, and feet neither too far apart, he began practicing the most basic palm techniques in the woods.

Push, lift, cover, split, pierce, hug, entangle, pick.

There are no complicated fancy moves; every strike is accompanied by a resounding thud in the bones and muscles and a surge of qi and blood.

The protective energy covering the palm trembled slightly with the movement, even causing the air to produce a high-frequency ringing sound.

"Om - hum -"

As the palm swept past, the leaves falling from mid-air were instantly cleaved in two by the invisible sharpness.

The knee-high weeds on the ground were neatly cut in two, as if they had been swept by a lawnmower.

Then, Fang Cheng flipped his wrist, his palm concave, and his five fingers bent into a claw shape.

Then he twisted his waist and hips, turned around and reached out his arm, casually grabbing a half-person-high blue stone next to him.

"Pfft."

Without a deafening cracking sound, the crystalline qi wrapped around his fingertips pierced into the hard rock layer as easily as cutting tofu.

With a flick of the wrist, five smooth-edged, several-inch-deep finger holes were clearly visible on the surface of the bluestone.

Fang Cheng looked at the holes in the bluestone and muttered to himself:
"The Nine Yin White Bone Claw in martial arts novels is nothing compared to what I'm doing now. It's like comparing a small witch to a great wizard."

With such hardness and sharpness, if combined with his extraordinary strength, he could probably tear apart even the heavy armor of a main battle tank with his bare hands.

After testing the close-combat lethality, Fang Cheng flexed his knuckles, intending to further verify the specific effects of releasing his internal energy.

He stood still, his right arm relaxed and hanging down, his true energy rapidly gathering at the edge of his palm.

Immediately afterwards, the forearm muscles suddenly contracted, and the wrist accelerated sharply like a whip, casually swinging towards the grass in front.

With this rapid centrifugal force, the protective energy covering the edge of his palm was forcibly flung away.

A crescent-shaped, transparent blade of air detached from the palm and shot out with a whoosh.

Whoosh!
The waist-high wild grass along the way was neatly cut in half.

Instead of dispersing, the air blades maintained a stable high-energy crystal structure and shot forward at a speed that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.

It only gradually disappeared after it plowed a smooth trench more than ten meters long into the ground, as if it had been cut by a sword.

"With the initial acceleration, the destructive power is significantly increased."

Fang Cheng looked at the marks on the ground, a slight smile playing on his lips, and silently commented:
"This does resemble a move from a fighting game. Let's call it Sonic Hand Chop from now on."

In many people's common knowledge of martial arts, "qi must not leave the body" is an inviolable rule.

Once true qi leaves the constraints of the body's meridians, it will dissipate into the world in a very short time, making it impossible to form an effective long-range attack.

Previously, he relied on his methods of using internal energy to generate a force that could be released over short distances, similar to coiling silk or whipping.

However, it still needs to maintain a slight energy connection with the body, otherwise it will disintegrate instantly.

Now, the formation of Qi has completely broken this constraint.

"That was just a casual strike. What would happen if I used my full strength?"

Fang Cheng twisted his neck, and his cervical spine made two crisp popping sounds.

He took a few steps, lowered his waist, and braced himself.

Then raise both hands and bring them together in front of your chest, with the base of your palms touching and the tips of your fingers pointing forward.

The true energy within his dantian surged forth like a floodgate opening, rushing wildly into the edges of his palms, making them resemble a translucent crystal radiating intense light.

As the qi continued to compress and accumulate, a three-meter-long, almost tangible golden light sword extended and took shape in front of his hands.

His dazzling, sharp edge flickered uncertainly, as if he were tightly gripping a legendary divine weapon.

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed when he felt a soreness and swelling in the meridians of his palm.

With a sudden burst of energy from his waist and hips, he propelled his arms forward with a powerful swing.

"break!"

With a low shout, the highly condensed qi on the edge of his palms was forcibly detached from his hands.

"His-"

The enormous golden lightsaber roared out, leaving a clear, distorted ripple in the air, and slashed forward with overwhelming force.

boom!boom!boom!boom!
Along a straight line ahead, five or six towering trees, each as thick as three people could hug, appeared to have been severed in half by an invisible blade of energy.

A deafening crash echoed through the forest.

The heavy tree canopy collapsed one after another with a crash, branches and leaves danced wildly, and wood chips flew everywhere.

After slicing through several large trees, the beam of energy still had momentum and finally struck the rock face nearly a hundred meters away.

Boom!

A crack half a meter deep was cut into the surface of the rock wall.

The rocks at the edge of the crack could not withstand the aftershocks of the powerful energy and instantly shattered into countless fragments, which scattered in all directions like shrapnel.

Fang Cheng maintained his slashing posture, his eyes shining like stars:

"Is this the power of qi that can detach from the body and take shape over extremely long distances?"

He felt a surge of joy and slowly lowered his hands.

The concentration of true qi released externally has increased by 300%, and the effective killing distance and destructive power have also increased several times compared to before.

Fang Cheng pondered to himself.

Even if his strength attributes revert to the level of an ordinary person in the future, he can still inflict terrifying damage simply by relying on the abundant true qi in his dantian. With this move, he would be qualified to compete with those extraordinary individuals who have awakened supernatural talents.

No wonder traditional martial arts masters like Ma Jianguo highly value the cultivation of Qigong, firmly believing that it is the strongest means for ordinary people to fight against monsters.

Looking at the rock ruins a hundred meters away, Fang Cheng quickly conducted tactical simulations in his mind.

Once you master the art of condensing qi into qi, you can unleash qi blades through slashing motions in the air for mid- to long-range physical attacks.

When encountering enemies who like to keep their distance and kite, he no longer needs to charge headlong into enemy fire.

Fang Cheng stretched his shoulders, his gaze passing over the dense shadows of the trees to a small hill nearly a mile away.

As the test progressed, an even bolder idea suddenly popped into his mind.

What if... we combined "Condensing Qi into Qi" with the ultimate burst of power from the "Qilin Arm"?
Perhaps this way we can measure the true limit of the release of Qi.

In the past, Fang Cheng's long-range punches could only reach a maximum distance of about thirty meters.

But once you master "condensing qi into qi", I believe you will definitely be able to break this limit!
Do it when you think of it.

Fang Cheng then took a deep breath and firmly planted his feet on the ground.

He lowered his center of gravity, raised his arms, and assumed a standard punching stance.

next moment.

My heart pounded like a drum, and my blood and qi boiled and roared like molten mercury.

Fang Cheng's right arm swelled up as if it were being inflated, stretching his already strong muscles to look like they were made of steel.

A dazzling golden light shone through the skin and quickly enveloped the entire right arm.

At the same time, the spine, like a great dragon awakening, cracked and twisted violently.

The entire back muscle group bulged out due to the intense blood flow.

A clearly distorted, ghostly face, as if silently weeping, was starkly displayed on his back.

Fang Cheng mobilized his internal energy without reservation, compressing and crystallizing it wildly, concentrating it all on the tip of his right fist.

Golden light intertwined and merged with translucent, dense qi, forming a golden fist shadow that seemed almost tangible in front of the fist.

The surrounding air, unable to withstand this terrifying convergence of high energy, began to exhibit visible, water-wave-like distortions.

Gathering strength.

compression.

Six seconds later, a noticeable throbbing pain came from the muscles in my right arm.

Fang Cheng's eyes suddenly turned fiery.

With a twist of the waist and hips, the spine shot out like a giant dragon, and the right arm, carrying a devastating force, punched forward.

boom--

A sonic boom, ten times louder than thunder, exploded through the forest!

For a moment, time seemed to stand still.

Fang Cheng's fist did not directly contact any object.

But a massive golden fist shadow, formed entirely from solidified qi, carrying terrifying kinetic energy, broke free from the fist's edge and surged forward.

Suddenly, a strong wind arose.

The air along the way was violently compressed and torn apart.

Wherever the golden fist shadow passed, whether it was a bush half a person tall, an old tree that three people could hug, or a granite half-buried in the ground, everything was shattered into dust the moment it made contact with the violent energy.

The earth trembled, the soil churned, and chunks of turf were torn off.

A terrifying ravine, five meters wide and nearly one meter deep, rapidly took shape on the forest floor as the golden fist shadow advanced, spreading forward all the way.

fluttering—

The birds within a radius of several miles were startled by the earth-shattering commotion and scattered, screeching as they soared into the sky.

From deep within the forest came the terrified howls and fleeing cries of various wild animals, as if the end of the world had arrived.

The golden fist shadow flew for more than 500 meters, clearing away all obstacles in its path before finally crashing into a small hill a mile away.

Then, with a muffled roar, it exhausted its energy and vanished, turning into countless golden specks of light.

Fang Cheng held the punching posture for a full five seconds before slowly retracting his right arm.

The muscles in my right arm were slightly spasming, and the veins were bulging, radiating an astonishing heat.

He took a step forward, following the furrow he had created with his punch.

The soles of my shoes crunched softly on the scorched, churning earth.

A mile away, Fang Cheng stood in front of the hill that had been partially leveled.

Looking at the completely destroyed woodland environment, he couldn't hide his surprise.

"This destructive power is practically like a humanoid Gundam..."

Fang Cheng looked down at his steaming fist, and even though it was his own handiwork, he couldn't help but secretly marvel.

He didn't use any movement techniques to accelerate his sprint when he threw that punch; he simply stood still, gathering his strength before unleashing it.

However, the scope and lethality of the damage caused completely exceeded the scope of melee combat, and it was exactly the effect of a heavy howitzer firing horizontally.

This not only means that he possesses extremely powerful long-range attack methods, but more importantly, combined with the explosive power of the Qilin Arm, every punch he throws now is a wide-area weapon capable of being launched from his hand.

In the future, when facing groups of rabble or enemies trying to shoot from a distance, he only needs to stand still and throw a punch to blast them into dust from a distance.

More importantly, this is probably not my current limit!
When he was charging up his strength, he felt that a distance of 500 meters was far enough.

Unexpectedly, the shockwave crossed this distance without any obstruction.

On second thought, that makes sense.

His strength attribute had already exceeded the human limit of 80 points, and the shockwave he unleashed with his physical strength alone was terrifying.

The added power of the palm techniques, along with the enhanced qi effects, and the increased punching power of "Qilin Arm" and "Ghost Back," naturally results in such destructive force.

Fang Cheng clenched his fists, feeling the blood and energy within his body gradually calming down.

This morning workout not only gave my body an extreme workout, but also allowed me to get a good feel for the power of the new skill effects.

He looked up and gazed at the sky through the gaps in the broken tree canopy.

The sky was already bright, and the rising sun cast a pale golden glow through the forest.

"That commotion was a bit too loud."

Fang Cheng looked around at the ruins that looked like they had been bombarded by heavy artillery, and raised an eyebrow slightly.

Although the security system at the Green Valley Sanatorium is lax, there is a secret base for the Special Investigation Team not far behind it.

The series of sonic booms and falling trees just now may have already attracted the attention of the monitoring personnel over there.

To avoid unnecessary trouble and questioning, it's best to leave now.

The remaining air combat training can be completed back in the dormitory.

Fang Cheng turned around and walked to the old oak tree, picking up the black sports jacket hanging on the branch.

He casually draped his jacket over his bare shoulders, zipped it up, and concealed his incredibly muscular physique.

Then, with the towel draped around his neck and his legs slightly straining, he moved like a nimble cheetah, using the cover of the trees to quickly run down the mountain.

With just a few leaps, Fang Cheng's figure completely disappeared into the depths of the Western Hills as the morning mist gradually dissipated. (End of Chapter)