Unexpectedly——it ca rolling back!
The attack, layered with hundreds of punches, forcefully altered the direction of the waves.
But this was still not enough!
Fang Cheng’s eyes shone with a brilliant light, his core power erupted to the limit.
In that mont, all fist power highly concentrated, his arm muscles bulging, veins standing out.
His skin turned scorching red due to the fierce friction with the air, like two pieces of red-hot iron.
Boom——
He thrust his arms forward, carrying unparalleled fist power, and brutally smashed towards the endlessly churning sea surface in front of him.
Termination Skill, Death Tornado!
The sea water exploded to both sides as if a giant bomb had been detonated in it.
Accompanied by a deafening roar, a violent spiral air current erged out of thin air, sweeping everything in its path like a tornado.
The massive fan-shaped waves were forcibly displaced, revealing the seabed below covered in sand and shells.
Its formidable power seed as if it could split this entire sea region in two!
It was simply like a re-enactnt of the peerless martial arts move, "Mountain Shifting and Sea Overturning," from a martial arts film.
The torn sea water transford into "torrential rain," mixing with the original rainfall, crashing down together.
Then, under the force of gravity, the displaced seawater returned to the center with even greater ferocity.
The series of ultimate explosions had severely drained Fang Cheng’s stamina too.
He slowly retracted his fists, his chest heaving intensely, gasping for air in great gulps.
The skin of his arms was entirely red, muscles slightly twitching, and even a faint burnt sll wafted from his arms.
That was the heat generated by the rapid friction between his skin and the air.
Fizzle——
Without hesitation, Fang Cheng plunged his burning arms into the icy sea water.
A cloud of white steam rose with a piercing hiss.
After a long while, the burning pain in his arms slightly subsided.
He closed his eyes, carefully reminiscing the earth-shattering strike he had just executed.
The power of "Infinite Continuous Punching" was beyond doubt, but its consumption was also astonishing.
Furthermore, the precision and power control of his fists at max speed still had much room for improvent.
After all, what he would eventually face were living enemies, not inanimate objects like waves that don’t dodge.
"What if... the shadows of my punches weren’t scattered, but all concentrated at one point?"
A thought flashed through Fang Cheng’s mind like lightning.
Of course!
His punches could completely strike a fixed spot repeatedly, like a pile driver.
Striking multiple punches in an instant, delivering continuous blows, creating a deep penetrating destructive force.
The more punches landed, the greater the destructive power naturally beca.
Earlier, the accuracy of his punches was not enough, the direction sowhat diffusing.
Though the striking surface beca larger, the power weakened significantly for a single enemy at close range.
If he reduced the amplitude of his punch movents to the limit and compressed the attack ti to the extre.
It would beco a technique focused on a single point, akin to repeatedly driving a nail into an attack object with a unique fist thod.
This... was nad "Nail Fist" in a comic he had once read!
Crash——
Another wave ca crashing, instantly engulfing Fang Cheng.
But it lasted only for a mont.
As the wave receded, he erged again like a reef in the sea, unmoving.
The sea seed to issue a challenge, trying to swallow this small human daring to challenge its majesty head-on.
Fang Cheng remained calm, rainwater sliding down his resolute face.
Silently feeling his body’s condition, recalling the details of the punches he’d thrown before.
He raised his arm again, this ti using only one hand.
Then, with a sharp twist of his toes, power erupted from his ankle, traversing through all his body muscles in an instant.
Finally, at the mont it gathered at his fist’s point, his arm muscles suddenly surged, then quivered slightly.
Suddenly, his right arm began to vibrate back and forth, fiercely trembling within an extrely short distance.
Whizz whizz whizz whizz——
As if a drill was rapidly boring into hard rock.
The extre frequency made his fist seem motionless, disappearing from sight.
Only the shrill noise of air being vigorously scraped proved its terrifying speed!
Bang——
A ticulously condensed air cannon shot out from his fist.
With a piercing sound, it exploded into a massive splash several ters away on the ocean surface, forcibly shattering a huge wave.
Fang Cheng’s gaze lowered slightly as he slowly withdrew his fist.
Feeling the slight tremor from his arm and the deep-rooted muscle soreness.
Compared to previous techniques, this "Nail Fist" is more challenging to execute, with higher demands on instant explosive power and control of the body.
The punching distance is compressed to the utmost, aiming to execute more punches within extre tifras, concentrating all the striking power at one point.
Theoretically, it can indeed inflict several tis the penetrating damage of a single punch.
But in reality, the shorter the punching distance, the lesser the power unleashed.
Moreover, attempting multiple effective force applications within the sa 0.5 second period is exponentially challenging.
This requires absolute strength, neural response speed, stable control, and a considerable reserve of physical energy as support.
Simultaneously, muscles endure huge impacts during such rapid contraction and expansion, easily causing tears.
Even with Fang Cheng’s extraordinary constitution, slight loss of control poses a serious injury risk.
The goal is to reach a state where a single punch is equivalent to the combined effect of dozens or even hundreds of punches.
Aside from continuously practicing boxing, exploring more refined exertion techniques, one also needs to further enhance basic physical attributes.
Constitution points are still insufficient...
Fang Cheng silently pondered for a mont, feeling nearly exhausted, then he let out a long exhale, concluding this invigorating morning training session.
The storm hadn’t ceased, yet the sky was slightly brighter than before.
In the distance, the city’s building outlines appeared clearer through the rain curtain.
Standing amidst the raging waves, he let the storm wash over him, feeling an indescribable sense of ambition and courage.
Enjoying the feeling of battling against the elents, savoring the transformation brought by every limit-breaking mont.
..................
anwhile, in a room in a distant high-rise residential building.
Through the window, the rain curtain blurred almost the entire world.
Fine water droplets condensed on the glass, slowly sliding down, leaving winding traces.
The girl sat in a wheelchair, gazing outside.
A familiar soreness faintly emanated from her legs, an inflammation flare-up caused by an old injury.
Whenever the weather is dreary and rainy, this feeling becos especially vivid.
Her mood mirrored the weather, sowhat gloomy.
The blurred figure on the beach had already vanished.
An indescribable sense of loss swept over her heart, mixed with the gloom peculiar to rainy days.
She couldn’t help but sigh slightly, about to divert her gaze.
Suddenly, her eyes slightly focused.
On the rain-drenched road, a lone figure was slowly approaching, seemingly heading towards the building where she was.
Was it a mistake? Or...
She subconsciously widened her eyes, trying to see more clearly.
Could it be that strange man fighting waves in the storm?
Just then—
"Miss, you’re up so early?"
A voice filled with concern ca from behind.
The girl turned her head and saw Aunt Chen entering with keys and newly bought groceries.
"It’s raining so heavily; who knows when it’ll stop."
Aunt Chen, while changing shoes, complained incessantly about the weather in a tone that conveyed her usual calmness.
The girl’s pale face bore no expression as she replied faintly:
"Auntie, thank you for your hard work."
"Oh, it’s no trouble at all!"
Aunt Chen responded cheerfully, carrying the groceries to the kitchen, and after putting them down, efficiently tidied up the room.
Her mouth never stayed idle; as she worked, she chatted with the girl about everyday life, concerned about her physical condition,
then ntioned the doctor’s advice to later massage her legs to promote circulation.
The girl only occasionally responded lightly to Aunt Chen, her thoughts sowhat wandering.
Unconsciously, she looked out the window again.
Yet, the road was empty too, and the blurred figure had disappeared into the vast rain curtain, as if it had never appeared.
The television still broadcasted news, neither too loud nor too soft, with the announcer’s articulate voice echoing inside the room:
"...East City police recently achieved a major breakthrough, thoroughly investigating and successfully apprehending a fugitive serial killer. It is reported that the criminal’s thods were extrely brutal, involved in several heinous murder cases..."
"This capture marks another victory in the police’s anti-cri operations, effectively deterring criminals and strongly maintaining public security..."
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