The "Terrifying" Fist Technique

But thinking back to the other rewards the system had given before—though they came at painful costs—the rewards had indeed been extraordinary.

"Maybe there really is some hidden secret," Jiang Chen thought to himself.

His initial excitement had faded, and he had no intention of rushing into practicing this fist technique right away. After all, it was nighttime, and it was better to focus on cultivating his inner power first.

Closing the door behind him, he quietly climbed up onto the roof and began absorbing the essence of the moonlight to train.

Ever since absorbing the soul ring, the frustrating bottleneck that had blocked his cultivation every day was gone. He felt completely clear and open, as if his whole being had been purified.

Every night's training had become the time he enjoyed most—no need to rest, just bathing comfortably in the gentle moonlight.

The next morning, after breakfast, Jiang Chen ended his more than two months of running training and began to ponder the fist and foot techniques given by the system in his courtyard.

He immediately tossed aside the inscrutable "Three Thousand Thunder Movements" footwork, which was like an unreadable heavenly scripture, and started studying the seemingly simple fist technique.

His memory was quite good; after watching the movements in his mind a few times and practicing several rounds, he finally memorized all the moves.

Soon, he could perform the entire sequence from memory. His fists, powered by his immense strength, swirled fiercely through the air. Old Jack lay on a nearby lounge chair, clapping and cheering loudly.

After repeating the sequence three times, Jiang Chen realized something was wrong—the technique was too ordinary. It felt like some mundane calisthenics from his previous life, completely lacking any majestic or domineering aura. Even the punch force was just the result of his raw strength swinging his fists.

Jiang Chen wasn't convinced and practiced ten more times, but still found no special insights.

Confused, he wondered what level this fist technique really was.

He doubted if he had misremembered and carefully watched the training scene again. Then, he noticed a difference.

This time, the glowing figure practicing the fist technique began to change under his gaze. Many tiny points of light appeared inside the figure, which quickly connected by rays of light, forming a complex pathway.

At the same time, a sudden understanding rose in Jiang Chen's heart.

"So this is the power circulation path... and there's some indescribable rhythm and meaning to it."

Suddenly, the seemingly simple fist technique took on an inscrutable and profound quality in Jiang Chen's eyes.

He exited the system, but the feeling lingered deeply in his mind.

Silently recalling the circulation path once more and confirming it was correct, he threw a punch directly into the air ahead of him.

This was the first move of the Lightning Fist. Previously, when practicing, it felt no different from a normal punch, but this time, the effect was immediate.

As soon as he threw the punch, electric arcs coiled around his fist, and a sudden surge of power erupted.

Jiang Chen felt an unfamiliar strength on his fist—it was as if the punch was dragging him forward.

Completely baffled, Jiang Chen was suddenly yanked along by this force before it vanished abruptly, causing him to fall flat on his face.

Thud! His fair cheek made intimate contact with the dirt.

Old Jack, who had been watching with interest from his lounge chair, burst out laughing at the sight.

"Xiao Chen, soul masters all have their own skills. You'll have yours someday too. What are you doing flailing your fists like that? I've never heard of anyone getting stronger just by swinging their fists around."

Jiang Chen lay with his face in the dirt, his head a little stunned. After a moment, he got up and stared hard at his fist as if it were a strange object.

"This is crazy," he muttered. "Just now, I actually thought this fist wasn't even mine."

His fist dragged him along—that was just too bizarre.

Steadying himself, he wondered: could this really be the power of the Lightning Fist?

With renewed interest, he set up his stance and prepared to try again.

Old Jack shook his head and continued rocking in his chair, amused at Jiang Chen's antics.

What followed were a series of strange scenes.

Every punch Jiang Chen threw unleashed a burst of power that sent him tumbling in unpredictable ways.

When he kicked, his foot would go rogue, forcing him into painful splits.

Sometimes, when he exerted too much force, he lost control and crashed straight into a wall.

Before long, he was covered in dirt and bruises—but his spirits only soared higher.

Unlike his initial disappointment, now he was truly excited. This fist technique was unbelievably amazing.

Each punch released a force so strong and fast, it could literally drag him along.

It no longer felt like a person controlling the technique—it was as if the technique itself was controlling him.

Watching Jiang Chen slam his head against the wall once again, Old Jack finally couldn't hold back.

"You kid, stop messing around! You've cracked the wall, is your head made of iron or what?"

"Uh…" Jiang Chen glanced at the cracks on the wall and the various dents on the ground, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed.

But inside, he was bursting with excitement. If he could truly master this fist technique, wouldn't his strength multiply several times over?

Suddenly, his thoughts turned to the Three Thousand Thunder Movements. Since the Lightning Fist was so extraordinary, the Three Thousand Thunder Movements must be equally exceptional.

"Grandpa, I'm going out to play," Jiang Chen said casually, ignoring the dust on his body as he dashed out.

To avoid anyone witnessing his awkward training, he planned to practice in the deserted area by the river.

By the riverbank, he stared at the flashes of lightning within the Three Thousand Thunder Movements for a long time, and surprisingly, he began to grasp something.

Without hesitation, he enthusiastically began to try it out.

Lightning—quick and unpredictable, capable of extending at any angle—when applied to footwork, it became incredibly strange and mysterious.

Jiang Chen's first attempt was painful.

Following the instincts in his mind, his body suddenly made a sharp ninety-degree turn to the side while rushing forward at full speed, nearly twisting his waist.

But instead of being frightened by this bizarre phenomenon, Jiang Chen's excitement soared.

He finally understood the true essence of Three Thousand Thunder Movements: under any circumstance, it could change the trajectory of movement at impossible angles.

Jiang Chen was amazed. Just like the Lightning Fist, Three Thousand Thunder Movements was bizarre beyond logic.

So, under his daring attempts, a series of jaw-dropping scenes unfolded again.

He crashed into trees, plunged into the river—though with his current speed, he could still stride across the water several meters.

It wasn't until noon that he, still craving more, returned home to make lunch.

He had truly experienced the unpredictability of the Three Thousand Thunder Movements. As for speed, he hadn't quite mastered that yet, but he wasn't worried. His original speed was already decent; once he fully grasped the footwork's transformations, his strength would definitely surge to a whole new level.

"Tang San, once I train a few more days, it'll be you crying for help," Jiang Chen said with a sly, wicked smile curling at the corner of his lips.

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