Thinking carefully, Fang Cheng is also sure that he didn’t leave any obvious clues at the scene.
The only thing that might draw fire was the investigation list he took away.
After all, Jia Liang was the senior cadre responsible for investigating the inner mole task.
His death would easily be linked by the Noah Organization to the mole incident.
With this in mind, Fang Cheng cald his chaotic thoughts, got back up, grabbed the broom and dustpan, and continued his great cleaning undertaking.
Instead of wasting effort scheming, it’s better to spend more ti practicing skills and improving experience points.
Maybe one day, he might awaken a new ability.
Allowing him to truly erase all traces, coming and going unnoticed in this city.
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PM.
Jiangdong District, Global Elite Fighting Club.
Sunlight streaming through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows made the light blue plastic floor of the No. 2 training hall sowhat dazzling.
Here is the exclusive teaching site for the karate departnt.
On one side of the hall, hangs the "Dojo Code" and a portrait of Funakoshi Gichin, the founder of Songtao Hall Style.
Dozens of students, dressed in clean white uniforms with different colored belts, were divided into groups based on their respective levels for training.
From the direction of the target positions, ca the dull thumping sounds of punches and kicks.
On the other side of the field, was the practice of routines called "forms."
"Hey—Ha—"
"Hey—Ha—"
The students’ movents were synchronized, accompanied by rising and falling shouts, full of vigor.
In one corner of the hall.
Karate departnt’s head coach Shen Haoming was explaining the basics to several new students.
Fang Cheng was also conspicuously among them.
"In our Songtao Hall Style, we value a one-hit-kill approach, and the ’Hand Blade’ is also an important technique to achieve combat goals."
Shen Haoming stood tall; his third-dan black belt lent an aura of confidence to his every movent.
He raised his right hand, fingers clenched and straight, his palm instantly took the form of a drawn sharp blade.
"Hand Blade is roughly divided into two types, the Hand Point Blade and the Hand Side Blade."
"Hand Point Blade, also known as ’Piercing Hand.’
As he spoke, he thrust his arm forward, his fingertips pointing in the air a few tis.
"As the na implies, it’s using the tips of your fingers to pierce the target."
"This move is very dangerous, requiring fingertips to be extrely hard while also mastering certain preparation postures and protective skills."
"Otherwise, the enemy won’t be hurt, but your finger bones will break first."
He glanced around at the few new students in front of him, gazing at their curious expressions with a hint of disdain in his tone:
"Frankly speaking, in formal combat matches, rules strictly prohibit attacking vulnerable areas such as throat and eyeballs."
"So the practicality of Piercing Hand is almost zero, and its power is far less than a heavy punch; learning this technique is actually not very useful."
In his view, it seed more like a show-off skill used in street fights or by old-school martial artists.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, the always silent Fang Cheng spoke up.
"Coach Shen, please, I’d like to learn this."
Fang Cheng’s tone was calm, but the seriousness in his eyes couldn’t be ignored by Shen Haoming.
"Are you sure? It’s painful and inefficient to practice it."
Shen Haoming frowned slightly and reconsidered Fang Cheng.
If it weren’t for the chairman specifically caring about this kid, he wouldn’t bother wasting his breath to kindly instruct soone who wasn’t a true student.
Yet this kid insisted on learning such flashy but unsubstantial stuff.
"I am sure." Fang Cheng nodded without much explanation.
To him, match rules are aningless; every move he learns is intended for killing.
Piercing Hand’s vicious direct strike matches his intentions perfectly.
Seeing him so persistent, Shen Haoming couldn’t say much more.
He could only patiently begin explaining the power principles and finger-training thods, even adding so tips on practicing Piercing Hand techniques.
Noticing Fang Cheng listening intently, morizing every detail, Shen Haoming shook his head internally and promptly returned the topic to the main track.
"Alright, next is the Hand Side Blade, which is indeed the core of our Songtao Hall Style hand techniques!"
"Also commonly referred to as the hand blade, using the outer side of the palm for chopping."
Shen Haoming’s hand forms changed continuously, palm up or down as he explained:
"It can go outward, inward, or downward, targeting the opponent’s temple, jaw, or carotid artery, divided into ’Inner Hand Blade’ and ’Outer Hand Blade.’
To show the power, Shen Haoming had a student bring a two-finger-thick pine board.
Shen Haoming took the board, holding it with one hand.
He took a deep breath, sinking his qi into the Dantian, his body slightly sinking, and his right arm pulling back.
In that mont, his aura beca heavy.
The next second, with power from the waist and abdon, his form suddenly twisted!
"Hah!"
A short and powerful shout echoed through a corner of the training field.
The Hand Blade sliced through the air, creating a fierce afterimage, precisely cutting the center of the wooden board.
"Pop!!"
A crisp cracking sound rang out; the solid board seed to be cleaved by an axe, breaking instantly, splinters flying.
The break point was clearly visible.
Clap clap clap clap—
The surrounding few new students stared, then erupted into loud applause, looking at Shen Haoming with eyes full of admiration.
They whispered eagerly, wanting to master this impressive skill.
Fang Cheng smiled and clapped along.
The power of Shen Haoming’s Hand Blade technique was indeed admirable.
Yet to him, it was more about skill and the utilization of the board’s grain, far less satisfying than using pure punch power himself.
Of course, comparing himself to ordinary people would be a bit unkind.
Seeing Fang Cheng also showing admiration, Shen Haoming’s face revealed a slight expression of pride.
Clearly, he was very pleased with the effect of his demonstration of this unique skill.
He tossed the broken board aside and began breaking down the action.
"When practicing Hand Blade, beginners should first practice Air Attack to feel the power sensation from stepping, waist rotation, and shoulder drive..."
"You must watch carefully as I exert force... Rember, your arm should be like a flexible whip, not a rigid iron rod!"
"During practice, follow the principle from light to heavy, slow to fast, to ensure the correctness and penetration of your movents and power..."
After finishing the explanation, Shen Haoming asked a few new students to try it out.
They mimicked the actions earlier, waving their arms in the air, but it was awkward and weak, lacking any montum.
"The waist! How many tis have I said it, power is transmitted from the waist!"
Shen Haoming shouted unceremoniously, correcting mistakes:
"Your arms are too stiff; you must relax during practice!"
Finally, it was Fang Cheng’s turn.
He stood in place, recalling every detail of Shen Haoming’s demonstration, his muscle mory already beginning to autonomously simulate.
Thinking of this, he lowered his center of gravity, drew back his arm, then suddenly swung out.
Woosh!
No shout, but the arm cut through the air, bringing a dull gust of wind.
Standard action, smooth power, neat and crisp.
Shen Haoming’s previously impatient expression changed for the first ti.
He nodded slightly, speaking in a deep voice:
"Not bad, the power is very smooth."
"But take note, at the mont of impact, lock your wrist and close your fingers, so the power doesn’t disperse."
Although he still seed to point calmly, a wave of emotion stirred within him.
This guy before him deserves the nickna "at Vajra," feared among gym mbers.
Not only is his physical aptitude good, but his comprehension is also ridiculously high.
For ordinary people to reach this level, it would take at least half a month.
And he grasped the basic knack just by watching the moves once.
"Such a pity..."
Shen Haoming shook his head quietly.
If this kid could join our Songtao Hall style, choose to compete, he’d definitely be an exceptional talent.
Under his careful guidance, becoming a grand master in the future wouldn’t be impossible.
Although there had been past conflicts and grudges between Shen Haoming and Fang Cheng.
Such trivial matters had long dissipated after extended interaction.
But truth be told, the main reason he was willing to patiently instruct him.
Was because Chairman Shen highly admired this young man.
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