Chapter 19: Shocking Divine Fist
Chapter 19: Shocking Divine Fist
Chen Chuan suddenly felt an extreme sense of danger, his pupils dilating as a tingling sensation ran down his spine, and everything around him seemed to slow down.
Just as his body was about to react, Yu Gang's fist stopped just short of touching his skin.
Yu Gang spoke slowly, "Remember this feeling, remember how your body reacted just now. Later, you can use the Breath Regulation Technique to try and mobilize your blood energy to this level. Once you're familiar with it, you'll be able to deliver a strike with more power than usual."
Chen Chuan slowly calmed his breathing and heartbeat. He felt a slight stickiness on his back, as if he had broken into a sweat. Even though he knew he could use his second self to divert the damage, Yu Gang wouldn't actually hit him, but he still instinctively reacted, and Yu Gang's fist was incredibly fast; even with the second self, it was impossible to dodge.
Chen Chuan exhaled slowly and said, "I remember." He lifted his head and asked, "Mr. Yu, what's this move called?"
Yu Gang replied, "In ancient martial arts, this move is known as the 'Shocking Divine Fist,' shocking one's own divine spirit and that of others. In modern martial arts, it's called the 'Breaking Limit Strike.' This move isn't limited to straight punches; it can be executed in any form. But remember, when practicing, never swing without a target. You must have something to strike to avoid dislocating your joints. Whether you can master this move depends entirely on the individual. I've only taught you the trick; now, go and practice on your own. Remember to close the door."
Chen Chuan acknowledged, and as he went out and closed the door, Yu Gang added, "Also, the cost of damaging the sandbag will be on your tab."
Chen Chuan paused for a moment and said, "Okay, Mr. Yu." He felt he had gained a powerful technique in exchange for money, and it was a fair trade.
He went downstairs to the first floor and stood in front of a punching bag, quietly reliving the feeling from earlier.
This move wasn't about gradually increasing depth or strength; it was about shocking one's own spirit and suddenly unleashing it.
As he recalled the move, his memory of it became more profound, and he decided to try it out.
However, merely remembering the feeling wasn't enough; he had to use the Breath Regulation Technique to forcefully mobilize his blood energy, no matter the cost, to deliver that strike.
He stared at the punching bag for a while, then suddenly kicked it, causing it to shake violently.
He slowly lowered his foot. Although he felt he had the right sensation, when he tried to use the Breath Regulation Technique to mobilize his blood energy, it was difficult, as if he were encountering resistance.
This move was something one would unleash in a life-or-death situation, and since he wasn't in actual danger, his body instinctively resisted.
He couldn't help but recall that night when Mr. Wen had the patrolmen attempt the Golden Rooster Stands Alone. Just like then, he now had to fight against himself.
He decided to try again.
He stood still for a moment, and after a while, a flush rose on his face and neck. He stepped forward, stomping his foot on the ground, and with his leading hand, he performed a palm lift, causing the punching bag to jump slightly and even attracting Lu Ke's attention from a distance.
He stepped back and took a breath, feeling that he was just a little short of the mark.
However, if he became more proficient in using the Breath Regulation Technique, and combined it with his intent, he would surely break through that barrier.
Just as he was about to try again, Yu Gang's voice reached him, "Don't practice this move too much. It will burden your body in various ways and might disrupt your normal strikes. So, stop for now. It's better to not master it than to rush it."
Chen Chuan couldn't say that he wasn't afraid of injury, but since Yu Gang had spoken, he had to stop for now. He decided to try again later when he had the chance.
Lu Ke felt that Chen Chuan's strike had more power than ever before. He ran over to check the punching bag and said, "It's fine."
After a short training session, Chen Chuan felt a subtle pain in various parts of his body, and his condition seemed to have deteriorated slightly compared to before.
This was likely due to muscle strain and the burden on his internal organs.
Even with the second self's overlap, this type of internal damage caused by himself wouldn't be actively transferred by the second self. This was because his will was unique, and everything within him had to be led by his own initiative.
Now that he had noticed it, as his intent turned, his body quickly regained its ease.
After finishing the afternoon's training, he tidied up, bid farewell to Yu Gang and Lu Ke, and left the Fist House.
On his way back, while running, he repeatedly tried to regulate his breathing. In fact, during the training break, he had also been attempting it, and now, after a short interval, he guided his breath again and suddenly felt he had touched upon something. He felt that he was just a punch away from delivering that strike.
But at this moment, he needed a suitable target, and perhaps he should try a few more times. Should he turn back now? It wouldn't be appropriate; Yu Gang wouldn't approve.
Just then, he remembered that not far ahead was a Show General Martial Arts Society, not the one from the other day, but it should be similar. It wasn't too far, either.
He thought and acted, quickly running towards the location.
In just five or six minutes, he found the fist society located in the middle of the only commercial street in the old western district. A huge 'Show General' sign hung at the entrance, with neon lights flashing on all sides, making it very eye-catching.
But this was indeed the old western district, with old roads, pedestrians and vehicles crowded together, and noisy bells and horns everywhere.
He entered through the main entrance of the fist society, and upon entering, he saw a staircase leading upwards. On the second floor, after passing through a lightbox screen, there was a spacious training hall. Bright industrial lights hung from the ceiling, the walls were rough, and the floor was swept clean, with large posters of various cool martial arts moves plastered on the walls. At this moment, over a dozen people were working out, and some were wearing uniform training clothes, holding protective gear, and practicing with each other.
A young man in his twenties was sitting on a tire, chewing on a chicken leg. Seeing a stranger, he quickly swallowed the chicken in his mouth, wiped his hands, and asked with a busy tone, "Hey, brother, here to learn some moves?"
Chen Chuan replied, "I saw your Show General Fist Society's flyer, and I heard you can try it out first, so I came to take a look."
The young man said, "Sure, you can take a look first. I'm Liang Fang, everyone here calls me Xiao Liang. But if you want to use the equipment, you need to call me. Don't get the wrong idea, I'm just worried you might hurt yourself. Someone needs to keep an eye on you."
Chen Chuan looked around and pointed to the sandbag on the side, asking, "Can I use this?"
Xiao Liang generously said, "Feel free to use it."
As Chen Chuan was about to walk over, he paused and said, "Oh, if I accidentally break it, I'll compensate for it."
Xiao Liang gave him a look as if he was joking, and said with wide eyes, "Brother, we're a legitimate martial arts gym, not a place that scams and cheats people. Let me tell you, you can go ahead and hit the sandbag as you please. We run this fist society to satisfy our customers. As long as you're not here to cause trouble, we'll take responsibility if you actually break it."
Chen Chuan nodded, "Then thank you." As he spoke, he walked to a corner and tried a few punches on an empty sandbag.
Xiao Liang glanced at him a few times but didn't pay much attention. Their Show General Fist Gym had a decent business, with many nearby company employees and students coming to practice. In the evenings, there were also spectators watching the martial arts sparring matches.
For someone like Chen Chuan who was clearly just there to see the excitement and join the crowd, even if he didn't practice, they didn't mind. It would at least boost their popularity a bit, and who knows, he might become a real customer.
Soon, more customers arrived, and Xiao Liang needed to fill his stomach, so he went back to chewing on his chicken leg.
Chen Chuan stood in front of the sandbag, breathing deeply with his eyes closed, experiencing that feeling. When he felt that state appear once again, he suddenly opened his eyes and threw a powerful punch!
Half an hour later.
"Damn, someone must have poked it with something. Don't let me catch them!" Xiao Liang muttered to himself.
There was a small damaged area on the sandbag in front of him, which wasn't very noticeable from the outside. If it weren't for someone later punching it and seeing sand leaking out, it would have been hard to discover.
At this moment, a coach from the fist society happened to pass by. Hearing this, he looked over in surprise. He hadn't paid much attention to such a small matter, but when his gaze fell on the sand leaking from the bottom of the sandbag, he suddenly felt something was wrong and walked over.
Xiao Liang saw him and greeted him, "Coach Gu."
Coach Gu reached out and pulled the other side of the sandbag, revealing a broken hole the size of a shattered fist behind it, from where the sand was leaking.
"Oh my..."
Xiao Liang was surprised. From this, he knew that the force had come from inside and it couldn't have been poked through.
Coach Gu looked at the hole, his expression turning serious. Usually, only those who had trained the power technique could deliver such a strike. But why do that? It didn't seem like a provocation.
He asked, "Who used this sandbag?"
Xiao Liang thought for a moment and slapped his forehead, "I remember the first one was a good-looking student-like young man. He even asked me if the sandbag would break. That's right, it must have been him!"
Coach Gu thought, "A student... Could it be from Wu University? He said, "If that person comes again, remember to notify me. And be polite to the customers."
Xiao Liang replied with an 'eh' and added, "Doesn't Coach Gu know me? I'm polite to everyone, aren't I?"
At this moment, Chen Chuan had already returned home, still feeling a bit excited. He had finally succeeded in trying out the breaking limit strike.
He also realized that the reason he had learned so quickly was because, in his perception, with his second self, he didn't have to pay any price. This wasn't hypnosis or deception but a real fact. Plus, with an afternoon of non-stop practice, his will had finally been realized in his body.
However, he felt a bit disappointed that he couldn't break the sandbag like Yu Gang did. It was probably because of the better quality of the sandbag there and his own insufficient strength. It seemed he needed more training.
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(End of Chapter)
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