Can't Put on a Show for Everyone Yet—My Apologies!

What was destructive power?

Generally speaking, for a fist, its weight multiplied by its speed could roughly be considered its actual destructive power.

In the formula, if you wore metal knuckle dusters or if your fists were exceptionally hard, you could also trigger special additional effects such as critical hits and armor piercing, effectively increasing the actual damage.

So, simply put, speed could often be equated with strength.

Speed = strength.

After all, the prerequisite for speed was supplying that much power. Where would someone with weak Physical Fitness find that power within their body?

However.

For Ling Wuyuan, who possessed a special innate ability, the formula speed = strength was not so absolute.

By common sense, his speed should not have been able to become that fast at all.

Forget his current single-arm strength of over two hundred jin. Even if his single-arm strength increased fivefold to over a thousand jin, or even tenfold to over two thousand jin, he might not have been able to throw punches at a speed of at least one hundred and fifty meters per second.

Because punch speed and strength were not calculated through simple addition and subtraction.

When throwing a punch, he also had to consider all sorts of problems, such as air resistance.

And the faster the punch, the greater the air resistance. The invisible air would become water, sand, mud, walls... that his fist had to forcibly pass through on its way forward.

Throughout the process, his fist was effectively moving at high speed through water, sand, mud, walls...

Therefore, strength doubling did not mean punch speed could double as well. Their relationship was one of inequality.

They strongly influenced each other, but they were not completely equivalent.

Yet Ling Wuyuan's innate ability allowed his punch speed to ignore the laws of physics to a certain extent, to ignore air resistance to a certain extent, forcibly increasing his punch speed by an additional fourfold and bringing it to a level that even cultivators with arm strength more than ten times his would find hard to attain.

Moreover, that innate ability also enabled his body, to a certain degree, to withstand some of the related recoil and increased his relevant endurance, ensuring that he would not snap his own arm while swinging his fist at full force at Extreme Speed.

That was precisely why.

His arm was merely twitching and strained right now, rather than having broken on the spot.

Under normal circumstances, if he did this, even having all the Muscles in his arm torn apart would have been perfectly normal and nothing surprising.

However.

Ling Wuyuan's innate ability could only accomplish this much for now.

If Ling Wuyuan's fist struck something hard while being thrown at full power under fourfold acceleration, the recoil from hitting that hard object alone would shatter his fist on the spot.

Just as an egg that insisted on colliding with a stone would certainly break,

Therefore.

The effects brought by Ling Wuyuan's innate ability that violated physical laws were basically limited to himself. As for other targets, he could not interfere with them much yet.

For the current him.

If he wanted to fully display the advantages he possessed in battle, rather than kill a thousand enemies with one punch while suffering eight hundred in return, he undoubtedly needed to meet two basic conditions.

1. Cultivate a body-tempering type of cultivation method.

His body's actual toughness determined the actual Upper Limit of his use of his innate ability.

A body that was too weak simply could not dare to accelerate its speed so freely.

One careless mistake, and he would injure himself all over.

2. Use weapons as much as possible in battle.

Though a body of flesh and blood came with countless concerns and required consideration of factors such as recoil, metal weapons did not have so many restrictions.

Using sword swings at four times the speed to cut people would not place much burden on Ling Wuyuan.

Even if he kept accelerating himself at fourfold speed for more than ten minutes, Ling Wuyuan would not feel too tired. At most, he would need to rest for a while.

For the former, Ling Wuyuan chose to make up for it with the [Tiger Bone Body Strengthening Technique].

That technique had an obvious strengthening effect on Physical Fitness, enough to meet his current needs.

For the latter, Ling Wuyuan chose to make up for it with martial techniques such as [Basic Swordsmanship].

Later on, he would also consider learning other weapons, such as daggers especially suited for close-quarters combat or bows especially suited for long-range combat.

All of them could become ideal targets for him.

Fourfold attack speed, reaction speed... could allow him to fully exploit the advantages of all kinds of weapons.

Of course, he still needed to practice with those weapons and see whether he actually had talent for using them.

Some people were suited to swords, some to sabers, some to bows...

Weapons tested one's talent greatly.

If something did not suit you, it simply did not suit you.

Practicing it would only yield twice the effort for half the result.

After testing things out, Ling Wuyuan was now only certain that he definitely possessed talent for fist techniques. As for how great that talent was, he was not too sure. Still, he felt that he could easily crush the so-called fist technique geniuses described in [Basic Fist Technique].

Nothing but mediocre talent at the level of mortals.

If he wanted to show off a little, he could perhaps evaluate them that way.

As for his talent in swordsmanship and movement techniques, he would need to find an opportunity to test them tomorrow.

In any case, after lightly moving the arm that was still twitching instinctively, he expressionlessly took a bottle of medicinal wine for bruises and sprains from the cabinet and slowly rubbed it over his arm. Then, he unhurriedly stirred the herbs that were still boiling.

He planned to finish brewing the medicine tonight, let it cool, leave it overnight, and use it tomorrow when practicing the [Tiger Bone Body Strengthening Technique].

As for the effects of his continuously twitching arm, he did not feel much.

He had long since become immune to this level of pain.

After all, when he had transmigrated here, he had repeatedly experienced the process of his body and soul being ground into tiny fragments and then restored again within that so-called spacetime passage. That feeling had been countless times more painful than being thrown alive into a meat grinder. Compared to that sensation, one Ling Wuyuan would remember for the rest of his life, this little injury was truly nothing more than a fart. Even if his hand were chopped off, he could not be bothered to frown.

By the way.

The reason Ling Wuyuan had been able to remain in such an excellent state of mind even after spending five years as a beggar in Black Stone City.

Eating cockroaches, eating rats, eating tree bark... and finding it all delicious.

The experience he had felt while transmigrating—of being constantly broken down and constantly restored—had truly contributed enormously!

Being a beggar while unable to understand the language, surrounded by a different culture, weak and helpless, starving three meals out of every nine, occasionally getting beaten with a little steel rod, having to endure the cold in winter, the scorching sun in summer, taking care not to be beaten to death during the day, and taking even more care not to be beaten to death at night... truly counted as experiencing the bitterness of the human world.

But... compared to what he had experienced while transmigrating, Ling Wuyuan truly felt that such human suffering was not much of a problem. Even if it could not be called a piece of cake, it was at most medium cake. Above it were big cake, extra-big cake, super-extra-big cake... and only then could it barely compare to the feeling of crossing worlds.

Of course, everyone should note that although Ling Wuyuan had forcibly endured that epic, super-luxurious transmigration experience and had still maintained broadly normal sanity, all of that was actually premised on the fact that he was not strong enough and could only endure the many hardships and miserable realities for now. Once he possessed sufficient strength, whether he would lose his mind was hard to say...

As a transmigrator, I am not capable enough right now to put on a show for everyone yet. My apologies!

Just you all wait~

Once I finish developing, everyone will have some vicious tricks to enjoy~