Will of Iron, Visualization Manifestation!

Inside the Martial Arts Arena, Fang Can, in his body's Overclocking State, did not rush to practice martial arts. Instead, he swept his gaze over every person present.

After more than twenty minutes of observation, he had already taken in the martial arts of most of those present.

Fists, kicks, palms, sabers, spears...

Swords, halberds, staffs, clubs, hooks...

Other than a few whose movements were too fast, leaving afterimages on his retina that he could neither see clearly nor learn from, he had thoroughly mastered everything else.

After all, these so-called early-stage martial arts were nothing more than a stack of bodily movements.

There was no difference between them and painting, dancing, or running. Master one method, and all methods followed.

After taking some time, Fang Can closed his eyes and took a deep breath, giving his brain a moment to ease up.

Limited by his physical hardware, he could currently only crudely imitate and memorize these martial arts.

Even so, he had no way of seeing the so-called inner qi through mere outward observation.

Sure enough, simply watching won't let me fully grasp the mysteries of this so-called Idealist Martial Dao. I'll have to test it myself. Fang Can made up his mind.

The next moment, he assumed the opening stance of the Thirty-Six Tiger Devour Fist Techniques, perfectly mimicking the one in the booklet.

According to Yang Lie, the most important thing is belief. Only steadfastness of the mind can be reflected in the flesh.

Fang Can silently recited this to himself, attempting to imagine a thin stream of heat gushing from an acupoint near his heart and flowing downward into the next acupoint.

Under his brain's hypnosis, he seemed to truly feel a current of heat surging through him.

But Fang Can knew it was merely a placebo effect, like some spirit-medium ritual. In reality, it was just an illusion created by his brain deceiving itself—pure wishful thinking.

Without the slightest wavering in his will, Fang Can moved. He threw out the second form of the Tiger Devour Fist Techniques, while his mind meticulously imagined that stream of heat passing through three major acupoints.

In the distance, Yang Lie sipped from his cup of strong liquor, narrowing his eyes as he surveyed the arena to prevent any accidents.

Oh, he's already started practicing the fist techniques. His form looks decent enough, but what's the point when he hasn't even memorized the acupoints? Another fool rushing in too eagerly.

Yang Lie made this assessment, then casually drained the liquor in his cup.

Because Fang Can was rather old, he had no expectations for this disciple at all, and even his instruction had been perfunctory.

Other than explaining the major taboos, he had not fully covered the things that required attention. He was plainly brushing off a newcomer who did not know any better.

Three minutes later, after Fang Can completed a full set of the Thirty-Six Tiger Devour Fist Techniques, he felt nothing besides his brain's self-deception. Instead, his muscles ached from executing the entire routine at full force.

Without the slightest discouragement, Fang Can looked like the most devout believer at prayer, his gaze firm enough to join the Party.

The first round had produced no miraculous effects, so he would do it again.

In Genius State, rationality, perseverance, focus, inspiration, luck, intuition...

Every passive trait was elevated equally, allowing Fang Can to suppress every trace of hesitation and doubt.

As long as I believe, that's enough. It doesn't matter what I believe in...

In that case, I don't care about this Idealist Martial Dao. I only believe in myself...

If others can do it, then I can only do better...

If this so-called Idealist Martial Dao is real, then my talent for belief definitely won't be inferior to anyone's.

As Fang Can threw punch after punch, thoughts gradually rose from the depths of his mind.

Unlike ordinary people practicing martial arts, he did not hesitate, falter, or doubt his own talent. Fang Can possessed absolute confidence in himself.

This was partly thanks to the increase in his aptitude after entering Genius State, but it was also due to the social climate of his previous life.

In Fang Can's previous life, cosmic storms had swept across the globe, and all kinds of mutated monsters had emerged one after another.

But in turn, some fortunate humans awakened superpowers and rebuilt order.

Since the nation was formed by Superpowered individuals, all upper-level power was monopolized by them. Laws, the right to speak, wealth, and manufacturing were all under their control.

Under the subtle influence of Superpowered individuals, the idea that Superpowered people were naturally superior to others had become a shared belief in everyone's heart.

And Fang Can, a Superpowered individual born into such an environment—one could easily imagine his state of mind.

He had never known doubt or skepticism. In its place was absolute confidence, because Superpowered people were simply different from ordinary people.

As Fang Can practiced tirelessly again and again, no one knew that on a higher dimension, his thoughts were gradually gathering and condensing.

On the closed panel, the Description Bar began to change.

Description Bar:

The host's thoughts have gathered. Using the *Thirty-Six Tiger Devour Fist Techniques* as a foundation, flesh as the altar, intent as the anchor, and qi and blood as the sacrifice, Visualization Manifestation has begun.

Beginning manifestation of [Tiger Fiend Eighty-Eight Grotto-Heavens]

Manifestation progress: 1% → 2% → 3%...

--Estimated time remaining: 73 minutes 21 seconds--

As Fang Can performed the Thirty-Six Tiger Devour Fist Techniques over and over, the manifestation progress in the Description Bar steadily increased bit by bit.

However, Fang Can paid no attention to anything on the Attribute Panel. He merely focused on imagining internal energy flowing through specific acupoints throughout his body.

Finally, after completing thirteen rounds, Fang Can stopped moving.

Because he had given his all to every move and stance, his muscles had nearly reached their limit from the continuous exertion and needed time to recover.

Squatting on the ground, he began kneading the muscles in his arms, working out the blood-engorged tissue to prevent soreness the next day.

As he relaxed his muscles, he also controlled the muscles of his stomach, little by little regurgitating the Arsenic that was on the verge of dissolving.

"Blegh—ptooey!"

He casually spat the Arsenic from his stomach to one side, and Fang Can immediately felt that sensation of omnipotence and total control vanish.

In its place, Sloth, fatigue, hunger, drowsiness, and soreness flooded his mind.

Let's stop cheating for today. Fang Can thought helplessly.

He considered how he had to find a new method of stimulation before those seven pills ran out. Otherwise, he could only rely on self-harm to actively raise his aptitude. With all that blood spurting everywhere, it would feel like he had wandered onto the set of Fire Punch next door.

Still muttering to himself, he subconsciously opened the panel he had previously ignored, only for his attention to be immediately drawn to the changes in the Description Bar.

Forgot the beginning... forgot the rest...

Anyway, [Tiger Fiend Eighty-Eight Grotto-Heavens] Visualization Manifestation: 89.2%

--Estimated time remaining: 21 hours 52 minutes 17 seconds--

Looking at the progress bar, Fang Can recalled Yang Lie's earlier words: if one could develop a sense of qi within a month, that counted as excellent aptitude.

At that thought, Fang Can could not help but feel a trace of respect.

As expected of excellent aptitude. They can actually bridge, with just a month's effort, the vast gap created by my one hour of cheating. Truly, heroes are as numerous as fish crossing a river. They must not be underestimated.