Silently upgraded, indestructible for 100 million layers!

After saying goodbye to everyone, Jiang Lan didn't rush to find Shen Qingqiu, but instead re-entered the academy.

Following the road signs, he walked for a few minutes and found the library.

The library has three floors and a rather antique appearance.

Two guards stood at the gate. Upon seeing Jiang Lan, they spoke:

"Excuse me, student, please show your student ID."

Jiang Lan took out her student ID and handed it to the guard.

After a brief inspection, the guard politely returned it to him and opened the library door.

Jiang Lan stepped inside.

The lobby on the first floor was very quiet, with a faint scent of books in the air.

All around were rows of tall bookshelves, densely packed with various martial arts manuals.

The exercises are categorized and labeled on the bookshelf.

Swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, sesame cakes, steamed buns, dumplings, and fried dough twists—everything imaginable is available.

Jiang Lan was momentarily dazzled.

However, he quickly locked onto his target and headed straight for the boxing area.

The bookshelf for boxing techniques has three rows, with at least a hundred manuals on it, covering everything from body tempering to meridian opening.

Jiang Lan casually picked up a book and flipped through it for a while.

"Blazing Fist" is a fist technique used in the Body Tempering Realm, characterized by its powerful and explosive nature.

However, the names of the moves are a bit cringey.

"Blazing flames that scorch the heavens, nine suns burning the sky."

After flipping through it for a moment, Jiang Lan shook his head and put it back.

Flashy and gaudy.

That's not what he wants; he wants something as basic as possible.

Jiang Lan then searched for a while but still couldn't find a suitable one.

Just as he was feeling somewhat disappointed, he noticed the cover of a cultivation manual in front of him.

Iron Mountain Fist

He flipped through a few pages.

This is a universal fist technique applicable from the Body Tempering Realm to the Meridian Opening Realm, emphasizing the use of force to overcome skill.

The title page alone is just perfect.

Jiang Lan turned to the first page, where a line of small print was written:

"Power originates from the ground, flows from the legs to the waist, from the waist to the shoulders, through the arms, and into the fist."

He continued scrolling down, finding it increasingly interesting.

This boxing style doesn't have any fancy moves.

Even the concept of the moves themselves has been weakened.

The core of the entire book is to focus on one key point.

Where does the force come from, and how is it transmitted? Each point is explained in detail.

According to Tieshanquan (Iron Mountain Fist), true power generation involves concentrating the strength of the entire body into a single point and then focusing it on the fist.

The same amount of force, if applied correctly, can increase the power of an attack by two or three times.

His current punching power is over 2,000 kilograms; if he could increase it two to three times...

Wouldn't that mean heading straight for five or six thousand?

Jiang Lan took a deep breath and decisively tucked "Iron Mountain Fist" into her pocket.

That's it.

Leaving the bookshelf area, Jiang Lan took a walk around the first floor and discovered several small practice rooms behind the library, which were specifically for students to borrow martial arts manuals and practice on the spot.

He pushed open the door to one of the rooms.

The room was small, about twenty square meters, with the same silver-gray material on the floor as the classroom, and a thick cushioning pad on the walls.

Jiang Lan placed the Iron Mountain Fist on the shelf next to him, turned to the first page, and began to practice according to the illustrations.

The first step is stance training.

Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent, lower your center of gravity, and keep your back straight.

It looked simple, but when Jiang Lan actually stood up, she realized it wasn't that easy.

He always felt something was off; his center of gravity was either too far forward or too far back, and no matter how he adjusted it, he wasn't quite comfortable.

After struggling for a while, he finally found a relatively stable position.

The second step is to focus on the fundamentals.

Pushing off the ground with the soles of your feet, the power is transmitted to your waist and hips, the rotation of your waist and hips drives your shoulders, your shoulders drive your arms, and finally converges in your fists.

Following the instructions, Jiang Lan tried throwing a punch.

"call."

The fist compressed the air, producing a whistling sound.

But Jiang Lan was not very satisfied.

He could feel that several links in the power transmission process had completely broken down.

Jiang Lan frowned, looked at the diagrams in the book again, adjusted her posture, and threw another punch.

Still not right.

Come again.

Another punch.

This time it was a little better; he could feel his waist and hips catch up with the rhythm for a moment, but then it broke down again.

Jiang Lan remained calm and continued practicing repeatedly.

One punch, two punches, three punches...

Ten punches, twenty punches, thirty punches...

A muffled whistling sound echoed in the practice room.

After throwing countless punches, Jiang Lan's eyes suddenly lit up.

He adjusted his posture, pushing off the ground with his feet, and the power traveled from his calves to his knees, then to his thighs, and finally to his waist and hips.

Then, all the power surged to the shoulder like a tide, driving the arm and finally reaching the fist.

The whole process was completed in one go.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the air crackled as the force of the punch whistled out.

Jiang Lan herself was startled.

That's intense?

Those sounds earlier were from compressed air.

But this time, it was as if the air itself had been shattered.

Awesome.

Although I'm not confident that I can achieve this level with every punch, at least I've found the feeling.

Jiang Lan took a deep breath and glanced at the time.

Before we knew it, two hours had passed.

Although he was far from having fully mastered Iron Mountain Fist, he had at least gotten the basics down.

The next step is to practice repeatedly until the way you generate force becomes ingrained in your body.

That's all for now.

He put away the training manual, left the training room, went to the door, and handed over his student ID.

"I want to borrow this book, Iron Mountain Fist."

The teacher sitting behind the counter at the door took the student ID, typed rapidly on the computer for a while, and then returned the student ID to Jiang Lan, saying:

"Student, if you want to borrow it again next time, remember to return this book first."

"Thank you, teacher. I understand."

After taking the student ID, Jiang Lan turned and left the library.

After thinking about it, he decided not to look for Shen Qingqiu.

Shen Qingqiu is usually quite busy, so it's not good to bother her with everything.

He can just take a taxi home himself.

But just as Jiang Lan had the thought, her phone rang.

He looked down and saw that it was Shen Qingqiu calling.

Upon answering the phone, Jiang Lan asked, "Auntie?"

"get out of class isn't over yet?"

"get out of class is over. I just went to the library to find a martial arts manual and practiced it until now. I just finished."

"Perfect timing, I'm near your school. Wait for me at the gate in ten minutes."

Jiang Lan grinned.

have to.

This is going to be troublesome even if it wasn't meant to be.

All I can say is that the original owner of this body had a really good life.

For someone who is not related to him at all, Shen Qingqiu has already taken great care of him, which is already quite remarkable.

As for what happens to be nearby, just listen and forget about it.

My aunt usually only goes to the market; she doesn't have time to come here.

It seems they had been waiting for him nearby for a while.

Upon arriving at the school gate, Shen Qingqiu's SUV soon pulled up in front of him.

Jiang Lan opened the car door and got in. Shen Qingqiu glanced at him and said with a smile:

"You're quite diligent, aren't you? What kind of cultivation technique did you choose?"

"This." Jiang Lan took out the martial arts manual. "Iron Mountain Fist, mainly for the way of exerting force. My teacher said that my current way of exerting force is too clumsy, so he asked me to learn it."

"Your teacher has a pretty good eye for people."

Jiang Lan: "..."