2067, Iron Hand Technique
Arden Lyn walked up to Jing Fang and stared at him for a while. The fierce winds of Tatooine lifted her long black hair. Her sharply defined, spirited face carried a heroic air found in no other woman.
"Throw a punch. Hit me," Arden Lyn said.
Jing Fang nodded, sank his qi into his dantian, held his breath, and threw a vicious punch. The blow carried tremendous force, even accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder! Yet the next second, Arden Lyn simply struck after him, her punch meeting his. Her fist seemed to carry no great momentum at all—an utterly ordinary punch that struck Jing Fang's fist directly.
Bang!! With a dull boom, Jing Fang was sent flying several meters away! Only then did the power contained in Arden Lyn's fist erupt, blasting away the sand and dust on the ground and forming a narrow fan-shaped clearing before her.
Jing Fang climbed to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and walked back to Arden Lyn.
Pointing at the fan-shaped patch of bare ground created by the force of her punch, Arden Lyn said calmly, "Did you understand? The power I used in that punch was no greater than yours. So why were you the one who lost?"
"I still failed to use the method of exerting force that you taught me. I wasted too much strength in unnecessary places." Jing Fang scratched his head like a child who had done something wrong.
"Ters Ksi is not a form of strength. Remember that. The core of this martial art lies in control and mastery." As she spoke, Arden Lyn moved behind Jing Fang, raised her hands to grasp both his arms, and said, "Again."
Jing Fang nodded. In this position,