So, every second must be seized at this mont, making good use of this rare idle ti, to fully temper one’s own body.
Inside the room, the curtains were tightly closed, air-tight, a thick ink-like darkness heavily pressing down.
On the streets, the noise surged like tidal waves, wave after wave coming relentlessly.
The night food stall owners were vocally enthusiastic, attracting custors, pots and pans joyously clattering, food fervently tossing in the fire.
The laughter and horseplay of young people, along with the crisp clinking of glasses, intertwined into a symphony brimming with the zest of life.
With the Spring Festival approaching, students on holiday and the working class pausing their busy year, everyone was enjoying a rare leisure ti.
The bustling excitent downstairs contrasted sharply with the solitary coldness inside the room, clearly two entirely different worlds.
Click.
A cassette was inserted into the Walkman, then the lid was closed, making the sound of opening and shutting.
Shhh—
As the cassette turned uniformly, Fang Cheng released the button.
Soft lodies imdiately flowed out like lively stream water, andering through the darkness.
Then, the familiar lyrics gently drifted into Fang Cheng’s ears:
"Hello, darkness, my old friend, I’ve co to talk with you again..."
This song, "The Sound of Silence," carried too many mories of Fang Cheng’s student days.
During those days of study, he would imrse himself repeatedly in this lodious tune, burying himself in his books, studying hard.
Back then, he was naïve and full of anticipation, each listening felt like stepping into a tranquil and peaceful sanctuary of the mind.
Now, in this cramped and pitch-black bedroom,
Fang Cheng slowly spread his arms apart, enjoying this unique atmosphere.
As if to embrace the endless night, letting the darkness devour his lonely figure bit by bit.
Simultaneously, a terrifying and ferocious monster appeared before him.
The monster’s body was rugged, with sharply pointed Bone Spurs protruding out all over, seeming capable of easily tearing through any obstacle.
Its eye sockets were sunken, with ghostly green flas flickering inside, as if a demon from the netherworld, exuding endless eeriness and chill.
Just staring like this made one truly feel an overwhelming pressure rushing in, directly pressing against the heart.
Fang Cheng fearlessly gazed at it, his hands suddenly clenched into fists, placed on either side of his chest.
Then he started with a stance, stepping forward.
With a crisp "snap" sound, he took a step powerfully.
His whole being instantly entered a combat state, like a tiger ready to strike, displaying an aura of gnashing and clawing, clearly treating this monstrous creature as his prey.
The next second, Fang Cheng’s left leg suddenly bent, straightening his foot, and with a forceful push forward, a straight kick whistled out.
The air, under this swift force, even emitted a "snap" sound, kicking the monster’s Bone Spurs as if they were whipped away.
After stabilizing on the ground, his right foot quickly followed, driving his left leg to sweep across like an iron rod, with the tip of his foot brushing the ground, the force unceasing.
This move, a Step-up Low Sweep, was straightforward, bound to break the leg bone of the target if it hits.
Either the opponent goes down, or self does!
Then, Fang Cheng quickly crouched down, bending his right elbow upward, like a sharp spear directly striking at the enemy.
Trying to use a Potential Elbow Strike to pierce the target’s throat or to directly shatter the monster’s grimacing jaw.
Fang Cheng’s eyes widened, like a fierce beast choosing its prey in the night, his gaze emitting ferocity.
Without pausing for half a second, his legs, as if equipped with powerful springs, suddenly leaped high, his left leg bending at the knee, a more ferocious leaping flying knee fiercely blasting out.
His knee, like a cannonball, carried imnse force, directly aiming ahead.
That unstoppable montum, as if ready to shatter every obstacle in its path, seed to tear open the air with this fierce strike.
With a loud "bang," the monster was fiercely knocked flying like a broken kite, hitting the wall, leaving a web of cracks.
Fang Cheng landed steadily, his feet lightly touching the ground, immobile as a feather.
His upper body straightened, shoulders sunk, showing an excellent bodily posture, a representation of power surging and gathering within.
The tight pursuit of the Special Search Team, Jiang Chen’s mysterious threats, and the covert scrutiny of Red Tiger Gang and Noah Organization weighed heavily like stones on his heart.
But Fang Cheng’s will had never wavered.
Knowing only by making himself strong enough, could he carve a path through this thorny and difficult situation.
And how to rapidly enhance his own power was nothing but upgrading his Skill level.
The Muay Thai technique Fang Cheng was now practicing was not for ring fighting, but purer, life-risking moves.
When he worked as a sparring partner at a club, he had t a Muay Thai fighter who had co to Xia Country from Southeast Asia to compete.
During mutual practice sessions, Fang Cheng, with his superior physical fitness and resistance to being struck, earned the respect of his opponent, who prided himself on being as tough as iron.
Afterward, that Muay Thai fighter demonstrated this set of moves called "Shattering Tiger Fist."
Believing that with Fang Cheng’s astonishing Talent for bones, he could maximize the power of this boxing technique.
Shattering Tiger Fist, also known as "Bone thod Boxing," as the na suggests, specializes in Elbow Strikes, knee bumps, and joint techniques, using bones to clash directly with opponents, particularly focusing on tough training practices.
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