Fang Cheng stood quietly in this serene place of morning practice.
The erald shadows danced around, rustling gently.
The entire forest seed to sway softly in the breeze, whispering quietly.
Dewdrops clung to the grass, sparkling and translucent.
In the morning light, they glimred like tiny diamonds, reflecting a kaleidoscope of colors.
Fang Cheng’s breathing was calm and deep, his legs slightly bent, like a drawn bow ready to release, silently converging all his Strength.
His eyes were locked forward, as if an invisible enemy was present.
Whoosh~
A gentle breeze brushed his cheek, carrying a hint of the mountain forest’s unique freshness.
Suddenly, Fang Cheng’s eyes flashed with a sharp light, his right foot propelled off the ground, and he leaped forward with his left.
His whole body instantaneously released like a loom stretched to its limit, the gust of wind dispersing the dew beside him.
His right arm swung forward with imnse force, the fist rocketed out like a bullet, tearing through the air with a whistle.
The speed of this punch was astonishing, breaking the bounds of supersonic barriers.
The air was compressed within monts, forming a nearly visible transparent shockwave at the fist’s tip.
Then, a thunderous "bang" resounded!
Like a thunderclap on a clear day, shaking the leaves around into shivers.
Countless dewdrops shattered into finer droplets from the sudden boom, rolling down.
Tiny sparkles flickered in the air, like a dreamlike, srizing crystal rain, captivating yet thrilling.
The sonic boom’s aftershock continued to resonate, spreading instantly through the park and forest, startling birds perched on branches.
They flapped their wings in panic, chirping frantically, further disturbing the morning’s peace.
Before the thunderous sound dissipated, Fang Cheng’s right arm retracted, and his left followed in a phantom-like motion.
He jabbed out again at a breathtaking speed, too fast for the eye to blink.
The jab’s wind was like a swiftly spinning blade, shredding the passing air.
Swish swish swish—swish swish swish—
Fang Cheng’s arms flashed like lightning, retracting and extending, hurling multiple jabs into the air in front of him.
The sharp, whistling wind of his fists intertwined with continuous sonic booms, like an orchestra of ferocious war songs.
Though lacking the previous grandeur of the Charging Attack, it held the sa spine-chilling intimidation.
The alternating strikes of his fists were like a machine gun’s frenzied barrage, leaving vague afterimages in the air with each swing.
The grass around was flattened by the whistling wind, as if bowing in awe of this superhuman speed and explosive power.
Snap!
Fang Cheng halted his movents, stepping back, and withdrew from the tempest of battle instantaneously.
The air currents surrounding him churned, lingering with the echoes of the rushing wind.
The ground beneath his feet was laid bare, exposing a patch of yellow-brown earth, as if swept by a storm.
The fallen leaves that once covered it were now swirled into the air, spinning around.
Like a flock of fluttering golden butterflies, they gradually drifted down.
The brief eruption of a few seconds had created such a shocking spectacle that it naturally caught the attention of nearby early-morning exercisers.
Soon, footsteps and voices sporadically approached from afar.
Fang Cheng quickly donned his clothes and pants, then slowly stretched his arms, doing chest expansion exercises.
Pretending to be curious and looking around as well, as if searching for the "culprit" who broke the morning tranquility.
After those drawn by the sound gradually dispersed, his eyes darkened slightly, revealing a lingering excitent again.
He looked down at his flushed fists, still warm from the intense friction with the air, fully aware of what this signified.
It was the warmth of Strength, a testant to the body’s breakthrough beyond biological limits, reaching higher peaks.
From a scientific perspective, sound travels through air at about 340 ters per second, and when an object’s movent speed exceeds this value, it breaks the sound barrier, causing a strong sonic boom.
When Fang Cheng punched, the air in front of him was heavily compressed, forming a visible shockwave, followed by a thunderous sound that shook the surrounding vegetation.
This is similar to the principle of bullets flying supersonically,
A bullet leaves the barrel, gaining imdiate high speed due to the explosive force of gunpowder, breaking the sound barrier, with the sharp whistling being a form of sonic boom.
However, a bullet relies on the chanical force imparted by a gun, while he depended on his rigorously trained physique.
Of course, Fang Cheng also understood that for a human body to endure such superhuman explosive power is no easy feat.
With each supersonic punch, the physical pressure his body endured was imnse.
The bones, as the body’s supporting frawork, must first withstand the sudden explosive force, requiring exceptional strength and resilience, otherwise they are prone to fractures.
The muscle tissue, during rapid contraction and relaxation, must not only provide power but also handle the tension from force feedback, akin to a rubber band stretched to its limit, always at risk of breaking.
Additionally, internal organs are also affected, with strong vibrations transmitting through the body, potentially causing dislocation or damage to the organs, leading to serious consequences like vomiting blood or dizziness.
Just like missiles and other aircraft aim to break the sound barrier, they must first solve material issues.
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