In the dim room.
A pair of beautiful eyes, tightly staring out the window.
The rain was pouring down too heavily.
It was like an impenetrable curtain, enveloping the entire city.
With an ordinary person’s eyesight, it was impossible to see the scenes dozens of ters away.
The girl’s pale face was pressed against the cold glass, her delicate nose almost flattened.
In her pupils, there was a faint yet exceptionally bright light, trying hard to capture the scene nearly a kiloter away by the sea.
On the storm-ravaged beach, that blurred figure stopped its rapid running.
Then, it slowly walked towards the turbulent sea, step by step, with unwavering determination.
Each ti a wave surged, it seed intent on completely swallowing him, sweeping him away.
But in the next second, the figure would reveal itself from the rolling white foam, as steady as a rock.
"Is that person... planning to duel with the sea?"
The girl, sitting in a wheelchair, whispered to herself, her heart unconsciously speeding up.
She had t many extraordinary people before and experienced many things that ordinary people could not imagine.
Yet the scene before her eyes still left her inexplicably shocked.
This was not rely a display of strength, but rather a kind of near-mad self-discipline and cultivation.
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The sky was inky, with no sign of the storm ceasing.
The gale roared like an angry giant beast, hurling icy rain towards the sea surface as well as at the lonely figure.
The sea water had already reached Fang Cheng’s knees, icy and bone-chilling cold.
The surging waves ca continuously, with imnse pulling force, as if they wanted to drag him into the endless abyss.
Fang Cheng stood in the sea, with a sunken waist and steady stance, and assud a standard boxing fighting posture.
His fists tightly clenched, guarded on either side of his cheeks, his gaze as sharp as an eagle, tightly locked on the roaring, rolling giant waves about to crash at him.
He seed to regard this tumultuous ocean as the strongest enemy—
An opponent that knew no fatigue, with infinite strength.
And now, he was going to use the most powerful combat technique to face it!
"Infinite Continuous Punching—"
This skill effect, mastered a week ago, vividly ca to Fang Cheng’s mind.
[In 0.5 seconds, throw more than 100 punches continuously, creating a punch pressure similar to a hurricane, impacting all targets within a straight line range]
[The more punches thrown, the greater the power, and when the extre number of punches is reached, if the fist directly strikes the target, it will trigger the Termination Skill "Death Tornado," causing a devastating effect.]
punches in 0.5 seconds!
This ant that from retracting the fist to completing the throw again, the entire cycle must take a maximum of only 0.005 seconds.
If we assu the motion trajectory of an adult’s fist is 0.8 ters, then the average speed of a single punch must reach above 320 ters per second.
At standard atmospheric pressure, this speed is already infinitely close to the speed of sound.
It is terrifying to the extre!
If we do not consider external factors, achieving this average punching speed under Fang Cheng’s now-superhuman physical condition is not beyond fantasy.
However, actual combat situations are far more complex than imagined.
First, there’s air resistance.
When the fist speed approaches the speed of sound, air resistance grows exponentially, each punch feels like pushing against an invisible wall.
Even more terrifying, the Sound Speed Punch will generate a shock wave effect.
This effect not only has astonishing recoil but also brings powerful impacts and vibrations, causing knife-like damage to the arm.
Next is body load.
Instantaneous joint twisting, extre stretching and contraction of muscle fibers, violent friction between the skin and air...
All these factors combined, the test of physical strength is beyond imagination.
An average person throwing 10 punches per second could already lead to joint dislocation or muscle tears.
The Sound Speed Punch requires bone strength, muscle resilience, and skin endurance at an inhuman level.
Finally, there’s neural response and control level.
Can the brain precisely control the power, angle, and trajectory of each punch in such a short ti, ensuring they don’t lose accuracy due to excessive speed?
This requires almost demonic neural reflex speed and physical control.
If it were just a few simple punches, Fang Cheng reckoned he could barely manage.
But truly mastering and freely performing them in combat requires reaching an unprecedented level both physically and ntally.
As thoughts raced, another wave was about to crash in like a fierce beast before his eyes.
The mountain shifting and sea overturning pressure was enough to terrify any ordinary person!
At the mont the wave was about to smash onto him—
Fang Cheng’s eyes focused sharply, taking a deep breath, and his chest swelled with air.
His whole body muscles tightened to the extre like steel, and at that mont his montum soared to its peak!
The next mont, his arms moved!
Boom boom boom boom—boom boom boom boom—
Like the continuous roar of heavy machine guns, an explosive barrage erupted suddenly.
In an instant, Fang Cheng’s arms transford into countless blurry fist shadows.
Each punch carried a sharp whistle tearing through the air, a sonic boom striking against the wind and rain.
Countless fist shadows intertwined, forming a copper wall and iron bastion of pure strength in front of him.
The violent air currents stirred by the punch peaks gathered into visible mini-whirlwinds, sweeping forward.
Forcibly pushing back the mountain-like advancing waves, creating a brief vacuum area.
The surging sea water following behind, upon encountering this whirlwind of fist shadows, as if hitting an invisible dike, was forcibly halted and torn apart.
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