Chinese Superman

Xia Xinghan didn't answer Teacher Li's question immediately. He turned to look at the soft mat and said in a calm tone, "Teacher Li, you should save Huang Tao first. If this drags on any longer, this mere fatal injury could really kill him."

"Huh? Oh, right, right!"

Teacher Li then remembered the "real business" she had come for, and hurriedly rushed over, taking out an antique stone pillow—a "neck-comforting stone"—from her satchel.

Glancing at Huang Tao's broken arm and sunken chest, Teacher Li felt a chill: "He's already unconscious... The power of that punch just now was terrifying."

"Poor Huang Tao, he just broke his ribs a month ago, and this time the injury is even more serious."

"Fortunately, the base has the most advanced medical facilities in the country, as well as healing artifacts; otherwise, the person would have been ruined."

Teacher Li shook her head and carefully lifted Huang Tao's head, placing it on the comfort stone.

During breaks in treatment, Teacher Li frequently turned to look at Xia Xinghan, her eyes filled with undisguised urgency and longing.

"Wang Nezha," he finally couldn't help but speak up, "what exactly is the story behind that bronze cauldron shadow? Tell everyone about it."

All eyes in the room were once again focused on the one-year-old baby.

Xia Xinghan nodded, his childish yet clearly enunciated voice echoing across the training ground:

"The bronze cauldron phantom we just saw was definitely not a relic."

He paused, then said, word by word:

"That's the essence of boxing."

"Fist intent? How is that possible!"

How can an ethereal concept be made tangible?

"Incredible..."

The students all raised questions, and even Huang Tao, who had just woken up and was still lying on the soft mat, struggled to sit up, his face full of disbelief.

Xia Xinghan glanced at Huang Tao out of the corner of his eye, secretly praising "Cao Cao's pillow" for being quite something, and continued to explain: "The 'Basic Spirit Forging Method' created by Master Zhang and streamlined and optimized by the state is actually just 'efficacy'."

"It teaches us how to absorb the spiritual matter between heaven and earth and condense 'spiritual power' within our bodies. But it doesn't cover how to use this spiritual power."

He pointed to Xiang Xiaohu, who was still in a daze: "Xiang Xiaohu's unintentionally created Overlord's Fist is equivalent to a 'method' - a technique that can truly unleash the spiritual power cultivated through 'gong'."

A girl raised her hand and asked timidly, "So... does that mean all you need to do is learn martial arts? Like Tai Chi, Bajiquan, or something?"

Xia Xinghan shook his head: "Ordinary martial arts won't do. It must be a martial art that possesses 'artistic conception'."

Seeing the confused crowd, he tilted his head and used an easier-to-understand analogy:

"We can think of it this way—the spiritual power gathered by the Basic Spirit Forging Method is equivalent to the 'magic power' in cultivation novels."

"The special abilities of people with special abilities are equivalent to 'innate supernatural powers'."

"Relics are equivalent to 'magical treasures'."

He raised his fair, delicate hand and clenched it into a fist: "And the martial arts of intent—are like 'magic'."

These words were like a bomb dropped on the training ground, leaving everyone wide-eyed.

"I see!"

"I understand! Having magical power but no spells is like holding a golden bowl and begging for food, isn't it?"

"Innate supernatural abilities, magical artifacts, spells—interesting, truly interesting!"

"So Nezha just used 'magic'?!"

"Well said, what a brilliant metaphor!"

Teacher Li, her face flushed with excitement, suddenly stood up straight, her voice rising with excitement: "Although we now have the 'Basic Spirit Forging Method,' just as student Wang Nezha said, it has the skill but not the method!"

He surveyed the entire room, his gaze intense.

"The vast majority of our citizens do not possess special abilities, let alone have an artifact. Even if the 'Basic Spirit Forging Method' were popularized and universally practiced, we might still find ourselves in the awkward situation of having magical power but being unable to use it!"

"Currently, the nation is completely lacking in the field of 'magic arts,' but the Overlord's Firmament Fist that Wang Nezha just demonstrated—which is also known as the Art of Intent Martial Arts—perfectly fills this gap!"

Teacher Li took a deep breath, calming himself down slightly: "Actually, even the 'Zhou Tian Hun Yuan Wu Ji Gong' was only recently created by Zhang Zhenren, so the lack of 'magic arts' is quite normal... But do you understand what this means?"

The way he looked at Xia Xinghan was no longer just looking at a gifted student, but more like gazing at a treasure trove waiting to be explored.

"It means..." Su Xiao murmured, "Whoever masters the martial arts of intent first will be at the forefront of the new era."

Liu Mengyan clenched her fist, her eyes gleaming: "It means that even those without special abilities or relics now have a path to become stronger."

Upon hearing this, Xia Xinghan secretly shook his head.

In fact, the "growth potential" of martial arts is inferior to that of special abilities, and its upper limit is also lower than that of high-level relics.

But he didn't say it aloud.

Because martial arts have indeed filled this gap, opening up a practical path to self-improvement for hundreds of millions of ordinary people.

not to mention--

The world is still unsettled; martial arts can grant divine powers!

Perhaps in the not-too-distant future, there will truly be someone who, with only a pair of fists and a single intent, will achieve unimaginable and brilliant accomplishments on the path of martial arts.

Closer to home.

Xia Xinghan stood on the training ground, his azure eyes sweeping over the students in the special abilities camp.

"Who else wants to challenge me?"

His tone was calm, yet carried a subtle hint of provocation: "You're a group of people with 'innate supernatural abilities,' you shouldn't be so cowardly as to be scared by a mere one-year-old infant like me."

"I'll do it!"

A tall, thin boy stepped forward in response—it was Chen Hao, Huang Tao's good friend.

His face was grim as he stared intently at Xia Xinghan: "I will avenge Huang Tao!"

Chen Hao's special ability is "electric discharge".

A little over a month ago, the amount of electricity he released was only slightly stronger than that of an electric eel. But after cultivating the Basic Spirit Forging Method, his life essence, nourished by spiritual matter, became increasingly abundant, and his abilities underwent a qualitative change.

"Watch out!"

Chen Hao gave a low shout, and instead of getting close like Huang Tao, he clasped his hands together and slammed them together—

"Crackling and popping"

A golden bolt of lightning, branching like tree roots, burst forth from his palm, intensely bright and blinding, accompanied by a chilling explosion, shooting straight at Xia Xinghan.

This is no longer at the level of bioelectricity, but rather approaches the power of high-voltage electricity!

Lightning strikes with lightning speed, arriving in the blink of an eye.

Xia Xinghan simply turned slightly to the side, raised his small hand, and threw a punch.

"Buzz—"

The ancient and imposing bronze cauldron reappeared, its body shimmering with metallic luster, exuding an aura of dominance that suppressed everything.

The lightning struck the cauldron, but it vanished without a trace, as if a mud ox had entered the sea, without even causing a ripple. It was immediately dispersed and eliminated by the domineering fist intent.

Then Xia Xinghan threw a punch from a distance.

The illusory image of the giant bronze cauldron swept away with a whoosh.

"Bang!"

Before Chen Hao could even react, he was struck squarely by the giant cauldron. He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the wall of the training ground. He slid down slowly, collapsing to the ground, his hair standing on end and emitting wisps of smoke.

"Thank you for your help, Teacher Li," Xia Xinghan said to the stunned Teacher Li.

"No trouble at all, no trouble at all."

Teacher Li quickly pulled the comfort stone from behind Huang Tao's head and placed it on his pillow.

Xia Xinghan then asked, "Who else?"