In a perfect world, you start by relying on your own strength.

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved.

Without any fancy opening moves, he ground his feet and, like a spear being fired, suddenly took half a step forward, his shoulders, elbows, hips, and knees all working together to unleash a deep, muffled thud from his bones:

"Crushing Fist!"

The fist ripped through the air; though he hadn't used his full strength, the air seemed to explode as if it had been smashed. The hunters closest to him felt a gust of wind hit their faces, and their skin stung.

"The fist originates from the heart, the power arises from the bones; do not block or parry, fight hard with hard!"

Shi Geng turned again, lowered his shoulders and elbows, and thrust his elbows forward with the force of an iron mountain collapsing: "Elbow Strike!"

"When you're within an inch of someone's body, an elbow strike is more powerful than a thousand punches. The hide of the Devouring Beast is thick and its armor is hard; if a punch can't penetrate it, then use an elbow strike, a shoulder strike, or a hip strike!"

Immediately afterwards, he stomped his feet like drums, lowered his body, and thrust his shoulders and back like an iron mountain: "Iron Mountain Lean!"

The ground trembled slightly at the impact, and an incomparably fierce aura swept outwards. The hunters felt that the person in front of them was no longer human, but a ferocious beast that could rampage and tear everything apart with its bare body.

"Bajiquan does not emphasize fancy moves, but only stability, ruthlessness, accuracy, and hardness."

"Rising like a steel file, falling like a hook, advancing close to the body, and exerting force upon closeness, the whole body moves in unison with every movement, and remains as immovable as a mountain when still."

Shi Geng stopped his fist and stood still, his breathing steady, as if those domineering killing moves were nothing more than a casual gesture: "I'll teach you once, and you'll remember it carefully."

He demonstrated again, slowing down the movements, yet each move resonated with power, the force penetrating to the very core:

"First practice the Three-Body Stance, then practice the Eight Great Stances—Collapse, Shake, Thrust, Collision, Lean, Strike, Entangle, and Embrace."

"Punch to the head, elbow to protect the chest, knee to the groin, foot to the center, one step, one kill; one step, one punch!"

"When you encounter a Devouring Beast, don't retreat, advance! If it pounces, get close; if it charges, charge head-on, trade your life for its life, use raw power to overcome raw power!"

Mark's pupils contracted sharply.

The fighting style of Lighthouse emphasizes teamwork, firearms, cutting, and dodging, but Shi Geng's fist is a completely different path - crushing with the body, breaking through skill with brute force, and stopping killing with killing!

Every move is aimed at tearing the enemy apart.

Shi Geng swept his gaze across the crowd, his voice icy:

"Watch closely, I'm going to demonstrate the complete Bajiquan form again. Remember this power, it's not about using brute force, but about using your tendons and bones, your dantian, and the power of your whole body."

He took a step, his figure weaving, his fists, elbows, shoulders, hips, knees, and head all becoming weapons. The wind from his punches howled, and his momentum soared to the sky. Although it was just one person and one punch, he unleashed the domineering power of a thousand troops.

The punch ends with a set of movements.

Dust rose around Shi Geng, his eyes flashing like lightning: "Now, train with me."

One wrong move, and the time it takes to burn an incense stick is gone.

"Dissipate the energy by one unit, then add another incense stick."

As soon as he finished speaking, he gave a low shout:

"Punch!"

The crowd was deeply moved by the powerful and domineering fist intent. Upon hearing the command, they almost instinctively followed suit, lowering their waists and stepping forward, imitating Shi Heng's previous moves.

It looks easy, but it's a completely different story in practice.

Some people's punches are weak and their strength only reaches the skin and flesh; some people's bodies are crooked and their horse stance collapses with a single charge; and some people only know how to throw punches, but forget to protect their chest and abdomen with their elbows and grip the ground with their five fingers, leaving them vulnerable all over.

Shi Geng walked among the ranks with his hands behind his back, his eyes cold and sharp, and he showed no mercy when he attacked.

If anyone's punch went astray, he would flick his finger, the force of which was like an iron pellet striking the wrist bone, causing the person to break out in a cold sweat that instantly soaked through their armor, and the punch would immediately straighten out.

If anyone raises their elbow too high, leaving their defenses wide open, he will deliver a light shoulder strike, causing the person to stagger a few steps, their blood surging, and instantly understand what it means to have "the central defense breached."

Anyone who seemed unsteady on their feet was easily tripped by him; they fell to the ground and before they could even get up, a cold voice rang out:

"If you can't stand firm, no matter how fast your punches are, you're just asking for death. If you fall again, get out of the training ground."

No one dared to complain, and no one dared to be angry.

These hunters are ruthless people who live on the edge and only respect the strong. Shi Gen has already engraved the word "strong" into their bones with his absolute strength.

Mark learned the fastest.

His physical abilities, physique, and comprehension were all top-notch. Furthermore, Shi Geng had enlightened his foundation, and when he unleashed a powerful punch, it actually produced a sound that seemed to cut through the air. It was weighty, steady, and ruthless, possessing all the qualities of a powerful punch.

Shi Geng stopped in front of him and said calmly, "You've used enough force, but not enough power."

Before he finished speaking, Shi Geng raised his hand, not to hit him, but to gently press on his shoulder, elbow, and waist, giving a slight sinking and twisting motion:

"Shoulders should be relaxed, elbows should drop, and waist and hips should be pushed forward, so that the force comes directly from the heels into the tip of the fist."

Mark did as he was told and threw another punch.

"collapse--!"

A muffled thud exploded from his bones, more than twice as powerful as before!

The air itself trembled from the punch, and he was stunned—how could the difference in strength be so huge?

"This is the power of whole body." Shi Geng withdrew his hand. "Although the high-intensity training on weekdays has made your muscles stronger and your blood more powerful, it hasn't taught you how to twist all your strength into a rope or a knife."

He turned and walked to the center of the arena, raising his voice to carry throughout the entire arena: "Bajiquan, when you strike, you show no mercy; if you show mercy, you don't strike."

From now on, when facing the Devouring Beast, it will disregard rules and negotiation, knowing only how to devour, kill, and destroy.

Your punches must be fiercer, more ruthless, and more reckless than that!

"With a punch, power arrives; with an elbow, the body arrives; with one crucial step, you smash, shatter, and destroy it!"

"Its skin is tough, but your bones and muscles must be tougher than its flesh!"

It's powerful, so your combined strength must be even greater than itss!

Shi Geng suddenly let out a low shout, his voice like a thunderclap:

"Three-Body Stance, hold!"

Swah——

All the hunters froze simultaneously, knees bent, front feet pushing against the ground, back feet bracing, hands as if holding bullets, spines straight, each one like a javelin nailed to the ground.

Their breathing gradually became synchronized, and their breath gradually settled down.

The originally restless brute force, through repeated practice of the Three-Body Stance and the Eight Extremes Form, began to gradually recede inward, seeping into the muscles and bones and sinking into the dantian.

Sweat dripped down his cheeks and chin, splashing up dust as it hit the ground.

Their legs trembled like leaves, their muscles ached so badly they felt like they were about to burst, but no one dared to relax, no one dared to shake, and no one dared to stop.

Seeing this, Shi Geng nodded to himself. Ever since he realized that this world was far more complex than it appeared, he had been planning to conduct experiments.

He wanted to see what changes would occur after people in this world practiced martial arts; whether that profound and mysterious cosmic energy was something only he could perceive and absorb, or whether others could also sense and utilize it.

All of this requires a sufficiently stable experimental environment.

That's why he kept his mind focused and didn't let the lighthouse fall into complete chaos.

At this moment, his gaze calmly swept across his surroundings, and his thoughts were already clear.

Since the experiment is to be conducted, the most suitable candidates are naturally these hunters in front of us.

They held higher status, had abundant resources, and were far more physically fit than the common people who were constantly starving. They were the perfect experimental subjects for the Lighthouse.

As for boxing techniques, in addition to teaching them the fighting techniques of Bajiquan, Shi Geng also plans to teach them a set of boxing techniques that can be learned quickly, can guide the circulation of qi and blood in the body, and temper the muscles and bones.

This technique is extremely easy to learn and its effects are visible to the naked eye. The only cost is that it will deplete the practitioner's own lifespan.