Full Awakening: One F is trash, three me

Behind the old-style residential area, there is a basketball court that has been abandoned for many years.

The paint on the backboard had long since peeled off, and the cement floor had several cracks, with waist-high weeds sprouting from the gaps.

Two of the streetlights around were broken, and the only remaining one flickered, casting a dim yellow light.

Yang Jian led Yang Han through the piles of weeds to the ruins of the equipment room at the edge of the court.

After rummaging through a pile of broken bricks and tiles for a while, he pulled out two white waxwood poles covered with a thick layer of dust.

"then."

Yang Jian casually tossed a white waxwood pole, as tall as his eyebrows, through the air.

Yang Han raised his hand and caught it steadily.

It feels heavy in your hand, and the handle has a patina from years of handling. Even though it's covered in dust, it still exudes a sense of resilience.

This is a tool passed down from the Yang family.

"Haven't touched it in three years, have you?"

Yang Jian held the white waxwood stick upside down with one hand, walked to the center of the field, flicked his toes, and assumed an extremely neat starting stance.

He abandoned his usual shrewdness while tying an apron in the kitchen, straightened his back, and his eyes suddenly sharpened.

That aura truly came from fighting through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"Dad, are you serious?" Yang Han gripped the stick with both hands, his thumbs gripping the shaft, his fingertips feeling the roughness of the wood grain.

"Enough with the nonsense." Yang Jian grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. "Now that you've practiced the Body Technique, I need to see how well you've built your foundation. Don't think you can fly just because you drank a Star Origin Elixir."

He held the ash stick and twirled it in mid-air, creating a short, sharp whistling sound.

"I'm suppressing my power to the level of the first stage of the Mortal Transformation Realm, with a force of two hundred kilograms. Go ahead and attack, let me see if you've forgotten your family's Mad Demon Staff these past few years."

Yang Jian spoke in a relaxed tone, even with a hint of nonchalance.

In his view, his son had only been awakened for two days, and even with his extraordinary talent, he would only have a strength of a little over 100 kilograms at most. He figured that training him with the standards of the first level of the Transcendent Realm would be more than enough.

Looking at his father's nonchalant expression, Yang Han silently made his own plans.

By the time school ended in the afternoon, his strength had exceeded one thousand.

If I were to sweep it with all my might, my dad would probably be scared to death.

"Okay." Yang Han nodded. "Dad, be careful then."

Yang Han adjusted his breathing and tried to restrain most of his strength.

His muscles were slightly tense as he tried to control the force to around 200 kilograms.

He pushed off with his foot.

boom!

With a muffled thud, Yang Han used the recoil to propel himself forward.

He exerted force from his waist, which propelled his arms forward. The white waxwood staff in his hands became a blurry afterimage, accompanied by a dull whistling sound as it hurtled towards Yang Jian's lower body.

"Well done!"

Yang Jian's eyes lit up; this kid's explosive power was even better than he had expected.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, pressing down with the white waxwood staff in his hand, precisely blocking the path of Yang Han's staff attack.

The veteran's experience allowed him to complete the block with minimal movement, without needing any extra actions.

The two ash poles collided violently in mid-air.

"Thump!"

A dull, loud bang rang out.

The moment they clashed, Yang Jian's smiling expression suddenly changed.

A tremendous force, along the point of contact where the two sticks met, slammed into his arm.

That force was not just a hundred kilograms!

It's definitely more than two hundred kilograms!

Yang Jian felt a violent tremor in his hand, and his five fingers, which were tightly gripping the white waxwood staff, were almost shaken off.

He was careless.

The power suppressed at the first level of the Transcendent Realm was no match for this brute force.

The old forces have been exhausted, and the new forces have not yet emerged.

Yang Jian slid backward uncontrollably.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps!

He barely managed to steady himself when his heel crushed a protruding piece of cement.

The night wind blows across the abandoned sports field.

There was a deathly silence all around.

Yang Jian looked down, staring blankly at the white waxwood stick in his hand that was still trembling slightly.

She looked up again and glanced at her son, who was standing there, barely out of breath.

His hand is still throbbing slightly.

"You little brat..." Yang Jian swallowed hard, his eyes wide. "How much force did you use just now?"

Yang Han touched his nose, put away the stick, and stood up straight.

"About... two hundred kilograms."

"Bullshit!" Yang Jian cursed, strode forward, grabbed Yang Han's arm and squeezed it. "I just caught that with two hundred kilograms of force, and you pushed me back three steps with one blow! You call that two hundred kilograms?"

He stared intently into Yang Han's eyes, his tone urgent: "Tell me honestly, just how powerful are you now?"

Yang Han knew he couldn't hide it, and he didn't intend to hide it completely.

My father is my only family. Showing off my strength appropriately will make him worry less.

"Today at school, the initial measurement I got was 640 kilograms," Yang Han calmly stated.

No problem, that was in the morning, I didn't say it was now.

"640 kilograms?"

Yang Jian gasped, his voice rising eight octaves.

The second day after awakening.

640 kilograms of force!

What does this mean?

The standard for the sixth level of the Transcendent Realm is only 700 kilograms!

Back when he was in the border guards, the monsters he had seen who were called "prodigies" didn't have such an exaggerated increase in power even in the early stages of their awakening.

"Aren't you an F-level talent? You have two F-level talents!" Yang Jian felt his common sense had been challenged.

"Perhaps the dual talents produced some kind of special reaction," Yang Han said calmly, offering a pre-prepared explanation.

Yang Jian stood there, his mind racing as he processed the information. Were dual talents really that terrifying?

A full half minute passed.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

A burst of boisterous laughter echoed through the dilapidated stadium.

Yang Jian laughed so hard he almost fell over, and tears even welled up in his eyes.

He had no doubts, nor did he delve into whether the dual-F talent could actually enable such rapid growth.

All he knew was that his son was very strong!

He's a million miles better than his father was back then!

"Good! Good! Good!"

Yang Jian said "good" three times in a row, and slapped Yang Han's shoulder hard with his palm, which made a loud thud.

His eyes held no jealousy, no disappointment, only overflowing pride.

"Dual talents, truly living up to his reputation! He's worthy of being my son!"

After laughing enough, Yang Jian's smile faded, and his expression became extremely serious again.

He took two steps back and picked up the ash pole again.

"It's good to be strong, but your strike just now was full of flaws."

Yang Jian's tone returned to the cold, hard tone of a soldier.

"Your power is too scattered, and your movements are too stiff. You have 640 kilograms of strength, but the effect you produce is not even as good as 500 kilograms."

He tapped the ground with the tip of the stick.

"It's like a three-year-old child wielding a huge sledgehammer. It can kill someone if it hits them, but more often than not, it misses or hurts its own back first."

Yang Han straightened his expression and nodded seriously.

This is precisely his biggest problem right now.

The strength increased too quickly, and the body's coordination and power generation techniques couldn't keep up at all.

"Watch closely."

Yang Jian gripped the staff with both hands, and his demeanor suddenly changed.

"The core essence of our Yang family's madman gang can be summed up in four words: madness without chaos."

"Power isn't just about swinging your arms; that's brute force. True power originates from the soles of your feet, travels through your legs, twists in your waist and hips, and finally lashes out like a whip along your spine!"

Yang Jian stomped his foot on the ground.

The cement ground beneath their feet cracked instantly.

A visible gust of wind spiraled upwards along his leg muscles.

He suddenly twisted his waist.

The ash wood in his hand emitted a sharp whistling sound.

"The Shadow-Carrying Dragon!"

The shadow of the stick suddenly exploded, turning into several afterimages in mid-air, like dragons weaving through the air and tearing it apart.

The tip of the stick produced a series of sonic booms.

Flexible, unpredictable, yet powerful and heavy.

Finally, the tip of the stick came to a steady stop in mid-air, without the slightest tremor.

The power is controlled with perfect ease, reaching the pinnacle of subtlety.

"Did you see that clearly?" Yang Jian put away his staff and stood up.

The scene from just now kept replaying in Yang Han's mind.

With a mental attribute of 1.5, his dynamic vision and memory are far superior to those of ordinary people.

He had memorized his father's power exertion path and muscle contraction frequency.

"I'm starting to get a feel for it." Yang Han picked up the white ash stick in his hand.

"Then let's practice!" Yang Jian stepped aside. "What we learned before were just basic routines, but if we don't get the stance for the Shadow Dragon move set up tonight, don't even think about going back to sleep."

For the next three hours, the sound of wind breaking and the muffled thuds of wooden sticks hitting each other echoed continuously across the abandoned sports field.

Yang Han practiced the key points of generating power in the Shadow Dragon technique again and again.

From initial awkwardness and stiffness to gradual fluency.

Each time you reach exhaustion, the Pain Compensation talent will automatically activate, dispelling fatigue and repairing minor muscle strains.

This allows him to push his body to its limits without any scruples.

But no one knows that with each recovery, he endures pain that is unimaginable to ordinary people.

Yang Jian watched from the side, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

This kid's comprehension and his abnormal recovery ability are simply made for battle.

……

Midnight.

After finishing his meal, Yang Han took a shower, changed into clean pajamas, and sat cross-legged on the bed.

He didn't go to sleep immediately, but instead brought up the system panel.

[Host: Yang Han]

【Strength: 1261.05】

[Physical Strength: 30% of Ordinary Flesh and Blood]

Speed: 12 meters per second

【Spirit: 1.5】

His gaze was fixed on the strength section.

1256.05 kg!

After a night of AFK farming, plus a new bottle of Star Origin Elixir, my strength has far exceeded the standard of 1000 kilograms for the ninth level of Transcendent Realm.

It's explained very clearly in "The Secret of Transformation".

If one's strength reaches one ton, or 1000 kilograms, one is qualified to knock on the door of the Star Pulse Palace.

Once a star vein is opened, star source power can be drawn into the body, officially entering the Meridian Opening Realm.

The Meridian Opening Realm is the mark of truly transcending the realm of ordinary people and entering the extraordinary.

Once successful, they can break free from their dependence on Xingyuan Medicine.

Yang Han's heart raced.

If he closes his eyes now and follows the guidance of the technique, he can condense the power of over 1,200 kilograms into a single force to break through the invisible barrier within his body...

He raised his hand and clenched his fist.

The finger bones made a crisp popping sound.

But then his gaze shifted downwards and landed on the [Physical Strength] section.

30%.

He forcibly suppressed the surging impulse in his heart.

No.

Don't rush.

No matter how great the strength, if the body cannot withstand it, that is suicide.

Knocking on the Star Vein Palace draws in the power of the stars, creating an extremely violent surge of energy.

Normal martial arts students train step by step. Even if their strength reaches 1,000 kilograms, they still have to wait until their physical strength is honed to 100% perfect condition.

By then, it would usually be the second semester of freshman year.

His current situation is that he is severely unbalanced in his studies.

If he were to forcefully attack the Star Vein Palace now, the violent Star Source Power would likely cause his 30% strength physical body to collapse instantly, severing his meridians.

"Time is on my side; there's no need to take risks."

His eyes regained their composure.

You should at least get to 80% before you start bone forging and then try it!

Yang Han set a bottom line for himself in his heart.

He turned off the control panel, pulled the thin blanket over himself, and lay down.

In the darkness, only the energy of the three F-level talents within his body continued to circulate tirelessly.