[Basic Fist Technique]

Was throwing a punch difficult?

No.

It basically only required having hands.

However, throwing a punch in the most standard manner possible and perfectly unleashing the power one's fist ought to possess was undoubtedly an immensely difficult task.

Even top professional boxers found it hard to achieve such a thing.

For the vast majority of people, merely ensuring that their full-force punches did not stray off target was already difficult.

However.

Those issues meant nothing to Ling Wuyuan.

Previously, because he had lacked a Cultivation Method, he had often trained himself through things like punching.

For example, he would practice a couple sets of Military Boxing whenever he had nothing better to do.

Although he had previously known absolutely nothing about difficult combat techniques such as Baji Quan, Tai Chi Quan, Five Elements Fist, and Tong Bei Quan, back when he had attended university and undergone military training, he had still learned Military Boxing from the instructor.

Even though the instructor had neither taught nor dared to teach many of Military Boxing's killing moves, and he had merely learned some basic moves that were not particularly useful, they were more than enough for strengthening his body and improving his health.

It was precisely because of this.

That he could barely be considered to have some foundation in fist techniques.

He knew a few tricks of the trade.

He understood a little. More or less.

After casually scanning through [Basic Fist Technique] and firmly memorizing every word, every symbol, and every illustration within it deep in his mind, he could already be said to have fully grasped all its techniques on a theoretical level.

He had evolved from understanding a little to understanding relatively well.

At present.

Inside the small room.

As he continued throwing punches, the swishing sounds produced by his sleeves and the wind from his fists constantly echoed through the room.

Though he was only eleven years old, Ling Wuyuan's single-arm strength was already at least 140 kilograms, around 280 jin. Using both hands together, he could stand in place and lift something weighing over 500 jin above his head, then casually perform two standard squats.

Even in this world.

The arm strength he possessed far surpassed that of ordinary adults.

It even exceeded that of some people who had only recently begun cultivating.

There was nothing wrong with calling him genuinely born with tremendous strength and exceptional natural talent.

Therefore.

The commotion caused by his punches was anything but small.

Even the wind generated by his fists was quite obvious.

It could cause noticeable changes in the surrounding airflow.

For instance, even though the medicine simmering on the stove was two or three meters away, the wind from his punches would still instantly scatter the slowly rising steam above it, making it vanish into thin air on the spot.

At this moment.

Although, during his first run-through of the moves recorded in [Basic Fist Technique], his movements were still somewhat unfamiliar, his punches inevitably somewhat misshapen, and he could not avoid being a little stiff when switching between the various moves, unable to produce the seamless, natural flow and smoothness of a single coherent sequence, after practicing it once more, the stiffness in his movements gradually faded as they slowly became more proficient.

Before long.

As several minutes passed.

The swish, swish, swish of punches in Ling Wuyuan's room had already completely blended into one continuous sound, with barely any pauses. Like an endless tide and storm, it set all the airflow in the room surging.

If one's eyesight was sharp enough.

One could vaguely see that when Ling Wuyuan threw a punch, there was a faint distortion around his fist. That was no mere illusion. His fist had truly affected the surrounding airflow, causing light to refract to a certain extent. It represented that he had thrown his punches with remarkable perfection, wasting almost no strength...

Even many people who specialized in cultivating fist techniques and possessed greater arm strength than Ling Wuyuan were nowhere near capable of such a feat.

It was a gap in technique and control.

To put it bluntly.

Even if time were pushed forward by a year, and he claimed to have practiced fist techniques diligently for an entire year, so long as Ling Wuyuan roughly displayed his current results before the training ground instructor, he would still be declared qualified in fist techniques on the spot, allowed to graduate smoothly, and regarded as an undisputed future pillar of the White Crow Gang—a so-called fist technique genius.

Several more minutes passed.

Ling Wuyuan's fist techniques continued improving.

Moreover, each time he practiced them, he gained a few insights.

Bit by bit, he adjusted the way he exerted force.

At first, when punching, he could only draw upon the muscles in his arms and waist.

But as he gradually comprehended certain tricks within [Basic Fist Technique], he slowly became able to release most of the power in his entire body through his fists whenever he punched.

It was also from that point onward.

That the sounds his punches produced changed from swishing to something more like a howl.

Finally, at a certain moment, Ling Wuyuan activated his innate ability at the instant he punched. In that brief instant, his punching speed ignored certain laws of physics and abruptly increased fourfold, directly reaching more than 150 meters per second.

In an instant.

The howling sound, accompanied by surging air, reached its peak within the room!

At this moment, Ling Wuyuan could feel with absolute clarity that the air before his fist was like some kind of water.

He understood that air resistance was trying to slow his punch from every direction!

It was also at that moment that inspiration struck him, and he understood that when the surrounding air became as hard as a wall before his fist, all he needed to do was shatter that wall to achieve a so-called supersonic punch...

However, even without reaching the speed of sound or supersonic speed, Ling Wuyuan's punch was still extraordinary to ordinary people.

Even if an adult elephant from his previous life dared stand in its path.

Before Ling Wuyuan's punch, that elephant that did not know its own limits would be sent flying on the spot.

Even if it were replaced by a larger ancient creature such as a Tyrannosaurus Rex, it would be absolutely unable to withstand this punch!

With one punch thrown.

Though there was nothing tangible in front of him, the surging airflow still caused some small objects nearby to shake at once.

At the same time, large amounts of moisture turned into a mist of sweat and slowly rose from Ling Wuyuan's head.

Because every punch had been thrown with full force, after only a few minutes, his stamina had already been depleted to its limit.

Even the final punch had strained his arm somewhat.

Bulging veins stood out all over it, causing his arm to twitch instinctively.

A sharp pain had already struck...