nagpurpolice Chapter 59 Confirmed, Hatred
Chapter 59 Confirmed, Hatred
Fang Shuwen stayed in the library for another half hour, reading "Collapse Mountain Force" twice from beginning to end.
After determining the characteristics of the technique,
He closed the book, walked to the old man's desk in the library, and placed the book on the table.
"Have you made your choice?"
The old man took off his reading glasses, took the book "Collapse Mountain Force," and frowned slightly.
Are you sure you want to choose this one?
"Uncle, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with this book?" Fang Shuwen asked upon seeing this.
"There's no problem."
The old man flipped through two pages of the book, closed it, and pushed it back in front of Fang Shuwen.
"However, this martial art is not bad, but difficult to master. The Mountain-Crushing Force sounds powerful, but it is a clumsy skill. Don't be fooled by its seemingly low aptitude requirements; to truly master it, it takes three months to get started, three years to achieve minor success, and ten years to reach mastery."
"Are you sure you want to choose this one? If you use your chance now, you'll have to spend silver dollars next time."
It's a simple, painstaking skill that doesn't require high aptitude; anyone can master it as long as they have enough time.
It actually suits him quite well.
He wasn't afraid of the long training time; once he was on the training panel, he could quickly master even the most difficult martial arts techniques.
It's because he cheated.
Fang Shuwen shook his head: "This one."
The old man glanced at him, said nothing more, took out a register from the drawer, and had Fang Shuwen sign his name.
"Return it within seven days; a fine of one silver dollar will be imposed for each day of delay."
Fang Shuwen responded, stuffed the "Crushing Mountain Force" into his bag, and turned to leave the library.
As he went down the stairs, the contents of the book were still replaying in his mind.
The core of this boxing style can be summed up in one word.
break out.
Unlike the cunning and unpredictable Tengshe Fist, which uses softness to overcome hardness, Bengshan Jin takes a fierce and domineering approach, emphasizing the explosive release of all the body's strength in an instant.
Its force is like a collapsing mountain, unstoppable once unleashed. Once the fist is thrown, there is no turning back; when the force is exhausted, the momentum is depleted.
To put it bluntly, it's a desperate, all-or-nothing tactic.
One punch, and it's either you or me who dies.
Fang Shuwen didn't care about that; what he cared about was whether this thing could complement the Tengshe Fist.
The Tengshe Fist is quite agile, but it always feels a bit lacking when it comes to head-on confrontations.
If the power generation techniques of the Mountain-Crushing Force could be incorporated, it might be able to make up for this weakness.
By the time we left the martial arts school, it was completely dark.
The streetlights came on, their dim yellow glow swaying in the night breeze.
Fang Shuwen quickened his pace, crossed East Street, and turned into the alley behind the Zhao residence.
When he reached the alley entrance, he suddenly stopped.
It wasn't that they sensed any danger, but rather that they saw someone squatting on the steps of the back gate of the Zhao residence.
Cui Cui.
She was wearing a slightly worn floral blouse, her hair was loose, she was hugging her knees with her hands, her chin resting on her knees, and she seemed lost in thought.
Hearing footsteps, she looked up.
Under the moonlight, her face was frighteningly pale, and her eyes were red, as if she had been crying.
Upon seeing that it was Fang Shuwen, she moved her lips twice but didn't say anything, and then lowered her head again.
Fang Shuwen glanced at her, but didn't stop. He walked past her and pushed open the back door.
Fang Shuwen.
Cui Cui's voice came from behind, hoarse and unlike her usual voice.
Fang Shuwen paused in his steps.
"Why didn't you come that day!"
Cui Cui's voice was tinged with resentment.
She regretted that Fang Shuwen hadn't been there that day, otherwise those two wouldn't have bullied her.
She might even conceive a child whose father is unknown.
Xiao Fang deserves to die for ruining her like this!
Fang Shuwen stopped in his tracks and turned around.
Under the moonlight, Cui Cui's face was so white it looked unnatural, and her eyes were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.
It contained hatred that had almost materialized.
I wish he were dead!
"You hate me? What do you hate me for? You conspired with others to scheme against me? Do you really think everyone's a fool!"
Fang Shuwen turned around, his expression composed, his gaze falling on the other person's face, which was twisted with hatred.
"you......"
Cui Cui suddenly raised her head, her eyes bloodshot.
Then a wave of panic washed over him. He knew! How could he possibly know?!
For a moment, my mind was in complete turmoil.
He didn't dare to speak again.
Seeing this, Fang Shuwen shook his head, ignored him, and went inside.
In the courtyard, Hu Da just came out of the kitchen.
He grinned when he saw Fang Shuwen come in.
"Xiao Fang, I saved you a few eggs, they're still warm."
"Thank you, Uncle Hu."
Fang Shuwen took the eggs and returned to his house. Old Fang wasn't there; there was a bowl of porridge and a plate of boiled vegetables on the table.
He finished his meal quickly, cleaned up the dishes, and then went to his desk to take out the book "Crushing Mountain Force".
He has read this book three times and has almost memorized it.
But looking at it again now, I've gained some new insights.
The way this technique generates power is completely opposite to that of the Tengshe Fist.
Because Tengshequan (Soaring Serpent Fist) is derived from the shape of a snake, its power generation method is twisting. The spine twists and turns like a spring, segment by segment, to store power before releasing it.
The "Crushing Mountain Force" emphasizes the word "crash," using a special method of exerting force to blast it out.
Fang Shuwen put down the book, closed his eyes, and mentally reviewed the energy circulation routes.
After confirming that the memory is clear and there are no omissions.
He stood up, walked through the connecting corridor, and came to the training ground in the neighboring courtyard.
Walk to the center of the field and stand still.
Fang Shuwen did not rush to take action, but first adjusted his breathing and relaxed his body.
The starting stance for the Bengshan Jin (崩山劲) is very simple: stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent, and lower your center of gravity.
Fang Shuwen assumed the correct posture, took a deep breath, and tried to unleash his power from the soles of his feet, following the energy flow route described in the book.
"Bang!"
A muffled thud.
It wasn't a cracking sound; it was the blue brick beneath his feet that had broken.
But the punch was not thrown.
The force rises from the soles of the feet, but dissipates before it reaches the waist.
As expected, he wasn't a genius.
It's not possible to master it right away.
Come again.
Fang Shuwen assumed his posture again, this time deliberately controlling the direction of his energy to prevent it from dissipating too quickly.
The force explodes from the soles of the feet, travels up the calves, past the knees, and down to the waist.
This time it was better; the force dissipated only after it reached my waist.
But it still failed to reach the fist.
Fang Shuwen did not give up and tried again and again.
......
"Bang!"
The fist pierced the air with a muffled boom, like someone setting off a silent cannon in a room.
The sound wasn't loud, but it made the oil lamp on the table jump.
Fang Shuwen closed his fist and stood up, slowly exhaling a breath of stale air.
He looked down at his fist, then at the wall in front of him.
The wall was fine, but he knew that the punch had been very powerful.
It's not that the strength has increased, but rather that the force has become more concentrated.
"However, although he has unleashed a trace of the Mountain-Shattering Force, there is still a long way to go before he has even entered the beginner level."
Fang Shuwen shook his head.
He practiced for over an hour, repeating that simple punching motion over and over again.
It's tedious, but useful.
When the moon breaks through the clouds and hangs in the sky.
The moment Fang Shuwen threw another punch, the panel suddenly popped up.
[New martial art detected: Mountain-Crushing Force]
Current proficiency level: Beginner