The Rip-off Movement and Fist

Fist technique? Movement technique?

Jiang Chen's eyes lit up like a thief spotting treasure. Apart from his brute strength and cultivation base, he had virtually no real combat experience—otherwise, he wouldn't have been thrashed so miserably by Tang San last time.

He'd previously planned to absorb his spirit ring and then seek out Tang San for revenge. But even though his spirit skill increased his speed, it still might not be enough to catch the nimble Tang San. That's why he'd held back from challenging him again.

If he lost to Tang San a second time, it would be utterly humiliating.

But now, that impossible dream suddenly seemed within reach.

After all, anything produced by the system had to be top quality. This movement technique called Three Thousand Thunder Steps probably wasn't inferior to Tang San's Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.

If he could match Tang San in terms of movement, even without any special fist technique, Jiang Chen was confident he could crush him.

Even in his base state, he could muster around 1,300 jin of force. When using his first spirit skill, that power doubled—over 2,000 jin. And that was without even channeling his spirit energy.

Frankly, if he could keep up with Tang San's footwork, he didn't even need soul skills to make Tang San cry uncle.

Looking at his long hair trailing on the ground, Jiang Chen scratched his head. After a moment's thought, he wrapped it around his neck a few times and let the rest hang over his chest like a black scarf.

The sun was already leaning westward. He glanced around the ravaged mountaintop and decided it was time to leave.

On a winding country path, Jiang Chen sprinted freely, his long black hair streaming behind him like a young man chasing the wind.

He returned far faster than he had come, taking secluded routes where no one could see him. That way, he didn't have to worry about being spotted.

But when he reached the outskirts of Saint Soul Village, he hit a dilemma.

He was stark naked.

Sure, he was only six years old physically, but he couldn't just waltz into the village bare-bottomed—he wasn't that thick-skinned.

Finally, the sun dipped below the horizon, and night fell. Almost everyone had returned home.

Old Jack was going door to door with his cane, asking if anyone had seen Jiang Chen. His face was filled with growing anxiety.

Hearing the raspy, exhausted calls of Old Jack, Jiang Chen felt a pang in his heart.

Taking advantage of the night's cover, he dashed back to his house, grabbed a pair of scissors, and hastily hacked at his hair. Then he quickly dressed and ran out to join the search.

"Grandpa!" he shouted loudly, but there was no reply.

When he reached the village entrance, he finally heard Old Jack's voice—along with Tang San's and Tang Hao's.

The voices were coming from outside the village.

Jiang Chen sprinted toward them and finally spotted the three of them by the riverbank.

Old Jack and the father-son duo were holding lanterns, searching along the riverside. Old Jack's aged voice was even tinged with tears.

Tang Hao tried to comfort him. "Village Chief, don't worry. I'll go into the water and check."

"Yeah, Grandpa Jack, don't panic," Tang San added, secretly using his Purple Demon Eye, though the water was too deep to see the bottom.

Tang Hao quickly stripped off his clothes, revealing his rugged, muscular frame. Just as he was about to dive in, his ears twitched—he'd heard Jiang Chen's voice.

He let out a breath of relief and put his clothes back on. "Village Chief, Little Chen is back."

The three turned around, and sure enough, Jiang Chen was sprinting toward them.

"Grandpa!" Jiang Chen didn't stop until he reached Old Jack's side.

Old Jack's anxiety vanished instantly. His face darkened, and he raised his cane, aiming straight for Jiang Chen's backside.

"You little brat! Where the hell did you run off to? I'll beat you half to death!"

Jiang Chen didn't dodge, taking the weak blow squarely.

His heart swelled with emotion. He could see tears welling in Old Jack's eyes, though the old man tried his best to hide them—it didn't escape Jiang Chen's notice.

"You rascal, why didn't you dodge? Grandpa didn't hit you too hard, did he?" Old Jack immediately regretted it, reaching out to check Jiang Chen's bottom.

Jiang Chen shook his head. "It doesn't hurt. Grandpa, I'm starving. Let's go home and cook something."

"Alright, alright, let's go home and eat."

Jiang Chen supported Old Jack as they made their way back.

Old Jack turned and said, "Tang Hao, Little San, thank you both."

Tang Hao and Tang San followed behind. "It's no trouble."

"Little Chen, where were you all afternoon?" Old Jack asked again.

"Grandpa, I accidentally fell asleep on the mountain. I didn't wake up until it was dark."

"Sigh… really now, you gave everyone such a scare."

"I'm sorry, Grandpa."

…

The little scare finally passed. After eating dinner with Old Jack, Jiang Chen sat down and started to examine the contents of his system.

[Host: Jiang Chen]

[Douluo Level: 14]

[Zombie Level: 1/12]

[Spirit Ring: 1100 years]

[Spirit Skill: Zombie God Armor]

[Item: Spirit Ring Upgrade Voucher (Levels 11–20), Fist Technique: Lightning Fist, Movement Technique: Three Thousand Thunder Steps]

After surviving one tribulation, his soul power had already risen to level fourteen, but his zombie level remained at one—no improvement there.

His eyes quickly settled on the last two items: Lightning Fist and Three Thousand Thunder Steps.

What excited him most was the movement technique, so he immediately prioritized examining it.

The moment he chose to view it, the information about Three Thousand Thunder Steps flooded into his mind.

Three Thousand Thunder Steps: Body like thunder, ever-changing, capable of evolving at lightning speed.

Just a brief line—concise and clear—but it made Jiang Chen's heart race with excitement. Then countless scenes of crackling lightning and thunder exploded vividly in his mind.

No steps or detailed instructions. No corresponding cultivation methods. Only a storm of lightning and thunder.

Jiang Chen was baffled. Where was the actual movement technique? Where was the "ever-changing" and "lightning-speed evolution"?

What kind of technique was this that showed nothing but flashes of lightning?

Refusing to give up, he entered Three Thousand Thunder Steps repeatedly. Each time, all he saw were dense, web-like lightning scenes.

Was this endless lightning really the Three Thousand Thunder Steps?

After a long moment, Jiang Chen finally snapped out of his confusion, forcing a bitter smile. This system's movement technique was quite a scam.

No concrete training methods—these lightning images were like an unreadable scripture. How was he supposed to practice this?

Feeling deeply frustrated, he shook his head and reluctantly gave up the idea of immediately cultivating Three Thousand Thunder Steps.

His gaze shifted to Lightning Fist again. Silently, he prayed this wouldn't be another scam like the movement technique. If it was, he might lose his mind.

Lightning Fist—a very ordinary name, without a hint of grandeur—but Jiang Chen was still filled with hope.

He opened the Lightning Fist and the description appeared clearly in his mind.

Lightning Fist: Speed like a flash of lightning, brilliant as the blazing sun, surging with yang energy, with unmatched power.

Immediately after, a cultivation scene of the fist technique unfolded in his mind, making him breathe a sigh of relief.

This fist technique wasn't such a scam after all. In the scene, a figure glowing with radiant light was practicing the punches, and the movements weren't overly complicated.

Is that all?

Jiang Chen's face twisted into a strange expression. This fist technique seemed a bit too simple.

"Judging by the name, it sounds so ordinary. Could the system really be tricking me again, giving me some basic, run-of-the-mill fist technique?"