After a long while, the screen still hadn’t displayed any numbers. A hint of embarrassnt appeared on the coach’s face.
He slapped the testing machine, but the screen remained blank.
The coach coughed lightly a few tis and said, "Your strength hasn’t reached the level of a Martial Artist. You still need to train. If you sign up for a mbership with , I guarantee I’ll make you a Martial Artist in three months."
Dawn Miles gave him a look, walked slowly behind the machine, and plugged the cable back in securely.
The large screen finally lit up, but it only showed an error ssage.
Dawn Miles pressed her lips together, hit the re-test button, and struck the target again, this ti using only half her strength.
More than ten seconds later, the screen still showed an error.
Dawn Miles took off the boxing gloves, handed them back to him, and said calmly, "I don’t need a coach, and I’m not joining the association."
Seeing the dismissive look on her face, the coach grew annoyed. "You’ll never beco a Martial Artist without proper training."
"I don’t need to."
Seeing she was completely unresponsive, the coach stord out in a huff.
"Ditto Miles..."
"Here, Master."
"Scan the room for caras."
"Yes, Master."
The suitcase slowly rotated until, at a certain angle, it suddenly sounded an alarm.
"Master, there is a pinhole cara in this direction. Should I interfere?"
"Interfere."
Ditto Miles imdiately activated its signal-jamming device.
A curse echoed from a certain surveillance room.
"Damn it! Go find out who’s in private room 003!"
Dawn Miles was facing the boxing manual, practicing the steps of the Reverse Order Boxing Technique one by one.
The sound of hurried footsteps approached from outside the door.
Soon, the coach’s voice ca from her doorway. "Do you need a sports drink or so chocolate?"
"No."
Outside the door, the coach glanced at the person behind him and said helplessly, "Boss, the door is locked from the inside."
"Wait for her to co out, then follow her."
Inside the room, after practicing the Reverse Order Boxing Technique a few tis, Dawn Miles was so exhausted she collapsed onto the floor.
She felt as though she had discovered a world-shattering secret.
’These Heaven and Earth Martial Arts aren’t as rigid as they are today.’
In the past, Martial Artists placed great importance on martial talent. The thickness and pathways of one’s ridians determined the heights one could reach in Martial Cultivation.
This was because, in the later stages, Martial Artists needed to use their ridians as a dium to absorb, comprehend, and utilize the Power of Heaven and Earth.
But this Reverse Order Boxing Technique completely shattered that rule of Martial Cultivation.
Every punch she had just thrown carried "Power." She didn’t need to rely on her ridians as a dium at all. Every bone and every muscle in her body could act as a dium, channeling the Power of Heaven and Earth through her Fist Technique. Her Attack Power was even stronger than before.
In other words, the Power of Heaven and Earth didn’t solely rely on the body’s ridians as a dium—the entire person could beco a dium. The prerequisite, however, was that a part of the body had to reach a Strength capable of withstanding the Power of Heaven and Earth.
If her body didn’t possess the Strength of the Martial Lord realm, she wouldn’t have been able to execute this complete Reverse Order Boxing Technique at all.
Therefore, in terms of difficulty, this thod of Martial Cultivation using the body as a dium had a much lower barrier to entry and was applicable to a wider range of people. Yet, there were no historical records of it in the current Martial World.
She had seen the internal Cultivation Techniques of the Lockwood Family and the Lowell Family, and they were only suitable for Martial Artists who could comprehend "Power."
But only one in ten thousand people in this world could comprehend "Power," and these individuals were also the cream of the crop in terms of martial talent. The rest were automatically weeded out by the Martial World.
It was as if so major event had occurred in the Martial World’s past, causing the Ancient Martial Inheritance to preserve only its elite aspects, while this more universal inheritance was lost to the river of ti.
’The Radiant Void Boxing Manual was the sa. Thinking about it now, the boxing manual I originally practiced seems to be a simplified version of this one.’
’They were sowhat similar, yet different. The original was filled with extrely explosive killing moves.’
’And while these killing moves were powerful, they were incredibly taxing on the body. If one’s physical Strength didn’t reach a certain level, it was easy to suffer from cultivation deviation.’
’But the content of the current boxing manual is much gentler. Practicing the fists in the proper order can gradually strengthen the body, while practicing in reverse order can channel the Power of Heaven and Earth.’
’The two Fist Techniques combined should form a more complete Cultivation Technique from Ancient Tis.’
Dawn Miles lay on her back thinking for a while, then slowly sat up. "Ditto Miles, record in a bit."
***
「Downstairs」
The coach checked his watch frequently. The person in the private room had been in there for more than ten hours. In another hour, the boxing gym would be closing.
The boxing gym owner glanced at the few remaining custors in the main hall and shot the coach a aningful look.
The coach imdiately went up to the second floor, preparing to knock on the door of the private room Dawn Miles was using.
But the door to the room opened from the inside, and the slender custor walked out, pushing her suitcase.
In a flat voice, she asked, "Where do I pay?"
The coach froze for a second, then replied reflexively, "At the front desk downstairs."
Dawn Miles gave a slight nod and pushed her luggage toward the stairs.
The coach took a quick glance into the private room but didn’t notice anything unusual.
"Your total cos to 3,821. Electronic paynt or card?" the boxing gym owner asked with a grin.
Dawn Miles glanced at him. It wasn’t the young blond guy she had seen during the day.
"You’ve miscalculated the bill," Dawn Miles replied calmly.
But the boxing gym owner just kept smiling and said, "No, I haven’t. The private rooms at our establishnt are 300 per hour. You used it for 12 hours and over 30 minutes..."
"It says 150 over there."
Dawn Miles pointed to a price board, a flicker of emotion appearing in her eyes.
Three or four burly employees, built like the coach, had already moved to her side.
The boxing gym owner spun the price board around with his finger and replied with a smile, "That’s the mber price. It’s 300 for non-mbers."
Dawn Miles pressed her lips together, preparing to hand over her bank card.
Just then, an unfamiliar male voice rang out from the entrance. "Hey, don’t take your scamming of out-of-towners too far."
Dawn Miles turned to look. It was the group of young punks the coach had been talking about that morning.
The one who spoke had an arrogant air about him. He had a black buzz cut, sharp features, and thick, well-defined eyebrows. He wore a white sweatshirt, a silver skull necklace, and had a black jacket casually draped over his shoulder.
His exposed neck and arms were covered in blue-green tattoos. With one hand in his pocket, he had a cool expression on his face.
He seed to be the leader of these punks.
The boxing gym owner’s smile stiffened, and his expression darkened. He glanced at the coaches beside him.
They imdiately stepped forward. "Do you guys know the rules? The private rooms here have always been 300. You bunch of hicks have never even been in one, so what are you doing acting like you know everything?"
"Fuck, what did you just say? You looking for a fight?"
Blondie, standing behind the leader, hated it most when people called them hicks.
They may have co from a small city, but that didn’t an they could be bullied like this.
A sneer appeared on the corner of the boxing gym owner’s mouth. "Go on, teach them so manners."
Imdiately, the two groups started fighting.
The boxing gym’s crew had the numbers and clearly held the upper hand. However, the punks on the other side were obviously experienced fighters, and for a mont, it was a stalemate.
This lasted until Dawn Miles blocked a coach who was trying to sucker punch Blondie and squeezed his arm hard.
"AHHH—"
The intense pain made the burly man crouch down, nearly dropping to his knees.
The boxing gym owner’s expression changed slightly. The "Power" around him erupted in an instant as he effortlessly leaped over the front desk, his fist flying straight toward Dawn Miles.
But the person before him didn’t dodge, rely raising an arm to block his fist.
’I’ve already broken through to the level of a martial master, possessing strength that ordinary people could chase their entire lives and never achieve. And this person thinks she can block with a single arm?’
’Truly an ant trying to stop a chariot—utterly overestimating her own strength.’
"CRACK—"
With the sharp sound of a bone breaking, the boxing gym owner’s face instantly turned pale. He clutched his wrist and cried out in pain.
’She cheated!’
’She must have strapped a steel plate to her arm... ’
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