Cultivating the Five Forms Fist

Seeing Xiong Batian and the others retreat rapidly, the onlookers dispersed as well, but the incident spread quickly to every corner of the school, especially to Class 16 of Grade 12, where Xia Ping belonged; it was practically common knowledge.

After all, the parties involved were from their own class, so it was impossible not to pay attention.

However, Xia Ping's expression remained indifferent. After eating his fill in the cafeteria, he once again headed to the roof of the teaching building. With more than half an hour left before afternoon classes, he wanted to continue researching the Super Hatred System.

"System, you mentioned earlier that Hatred Points can be used to exchange for items. How exactly does that work?" Xia Ping asked.

With a ding, a virtual panel suddenly appeared in his mind, displaying a mall that listed weapons, medicinal pills, martial arts manuals, combat techniques, and more. It was all-encompassing, appearing like an online store where anything could be purchased.

"Host, as long as you have sufficient Hatred Points, you may purchase any of the items listed above," the System's voice replied.

Xia Ping stroked his chin. "Anything can be purchased?" With a thought, he clicked on the martial arts manuals category, and a page popped up immediately.

A series of martial arts manuals were listed right there:

Great Emperor Sutra, God-tier, price: 10 billion Hatred Points;

Void Sutra, God-tier, price: 10 billion Hatred Points;

Star Devouring Art, God-tier, price: 10 billion Hatred Points;

Demonic Prison Profound Embryo Sutra, God-tier, price: 9 billion Hatred Points;

Yin Yang Life and Death Art, God-tier, price: 8 billion Hatred Points;

Seeing the prices, Xia Ping was stunned. With costs ranging from billions to tens of billions of Hatred Points, how could he ever afford them? He checked his current balance of only 120 Hatred Points; he probably couldn't even afford a single leg hair of those items.

"Forget it, I already have the Pure Yang Indestructible Art, so looking at more manuals is useless. I'd better check out combat techniques." Xia Ping's eyes flashed. Martial arts manuals were the foundation, capable of tempering the physique, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and evolving the human body into a superhuman state.

However, combat techniques were supreme skills that allowed one to unleash immense power. The more powerful the technique, the more terrifying the result. For example, some techniques could only unleash 100 pounds of destructive force from 100 pounds of strength, but a superior technique could allow that same 100 pounds of strength to unleash thousands of pounds of destructive force. That was the difference!

Of course, the more powerful the technique, the harder it was to master.

Thinking of this, he moved his mind and clicked on the combat techniques category. Another page popped up immediately, listing countless mysterious and powerful techniques:

Great Desolation Heaven Imprisoning Seal, God-tier, price: 10 billion Hatred Points;

Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist, God-tier, price: 10 billion Hatred Points;

Immortal Execution Sword Art, God-tier, price: 9 billion Hatred Points;

Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies Palm, God-tier, price: 8 billion Hatred Points;

Void Displacement Step, God-tier, price: 7.5 billion Hatred Points;

Xia Ping was speechless. Just by reading the names of these techniques, he knew how powerful they were, but they were things he could only look at and never touch. With prices in the billions, he couldn't afford them even if his life depended on it.

Moreover, after all the hard work of firing off "map-wide" insults and mocking the entire class, he had only gained 120 Hatred Points. Who knows how many years it would take to earn billions?

"The Host need not worry."

The System seemed to perceive Xia Ping's thoughts. "As long as the Host continues to strive and accumulate over time, I believe earning billions of Hatred Points will be a trivial matter. By then, you will be able to purchase any treasure in the mall as you please."

"Nonsense! That's easy for you to say."

Xia Ping's mouth twitched. Not to mention the time required to earn billions of Hatred Points, the very act of gaining them was incredibly treacherous.

A mere 120 Hatred Points had already made him a public enemy of the entire class and even invited retaliation from Yang Wei. If he were to aim for billions, how many enemies would he attract?

He calculated carefully in his mind: if he wanted to earn billions of Hatred Points, he would likely have to make everyone on Yanhuang Planet hate him. At that point, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was an enemy of the entire world.

The thought of the entire planet being his enemy, a crowd of foes clamoring for revenge, vowing to kill him and his family, made his head ache.

"Forget it, no need to dwell on that for now."

Xia Ping thought again, Actually, I don't necessarily need billions of Hatred Points. As long as I can exchange for what I need, that's enough. If it's just for common items, then offending people is a small price to pay.

Although this system was dangerous and had significant side effects—constantly attracting enemies—if used correctly, it could help him rise to the peak of the martial path.

"Although the Host cannot currently afford such expensive items, the mall also has some cheaper ones that should satisfy your current requirements," the System said.

Upon hearing this, Xia Ping immediately said, "List the combat techniques by price, from lowest to highest."

With a ding, the combat technique page refreshed, showing a series of cheaper techniques. The cheapest were only 5 Hatred Points, such as basic fist techniques—all common skills seen everywhere.

"Eh? This Five Forms Fist actually costs 100 Hatred Points? Why?" Xia Ping immediately noticed one of the techniques. The Five Forms Fist was created by an ancient martial arts grandmaster who observed tigers, snakes, monkeys, cranes, and tyrannosaurs. It contained countless combat techniques and was incredibly powerful.

It was also a mandatory course at school that every student had to learn; it was considered a basic technique. Yet, in the System mall, it cost 100 Hatred Points—that was too exaggerated.

"Because the techniques sold by the System are imparted through 'enlightenment from above'—they are a true inheritance."

The System explained, "Ordinary techniques require the Host to comprehend them yourself through arduous training and steady practice. However, the System's instruction requires none of that. It instantly instills the memory of the martial techniques into your body, allowing you to master them in an instant, as if you were a martial arts master with years of practice. The Pure Yang Indestructible Art was the same."

What?!

Xia Ping was shocked. If that were the case, it was truly worth the price. If he could learn something instantly, it was equivalent to saving ten years of training—the benefits were immeasurable.

"I'll buy it," Xia Ping said immediately.

The System replied, "Understood, Host."

As soon as the words fell, a massive surge of warmth flooded into Xia Ping's mind. His soul felt as if it were dragged into a white, empty void.

His hands and feet seemed to be controlled by a mysterious force, moving on their own. The postures of the tiger, snake, monkey, crane, and tyrannosaur were executed one after another, his body moving like the wind.

In that instant, he seemed to transform into a ferocious tiger, a venomous snake, an agile ape, a white crane, and a tyrannosaurus, his body radiating a terrifying bestial aura as his fists and feet moved in unison.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Immediately, the air erupted with a series of thunderous cracks; each punch he threw seemed to trigger a sonic boom, possessing a truly terrifying power!

And so, he continued to train within this white space for at least several decades, until he had honed the Five Forms Fist to its absolute limit, reaching the realm of divine mastery.

With a sharp crack, the space shattered, and his soul was promptly yanked out, returning once again to his physical shell.

"Five Forms Fist!" Xia Ping clenched his fists, the joints popping loudly. A glimmer of sharp light flashed in his pupils as he felt an unprecedented sense of confidence, his entire being exuding the aura of a martial arts master, natural and unforced.