Combat Technique

BOOM!

The massive fist struck and stopped in an instant, halting a mere inch from Chen Chong's nose before he could even react.

A gust of wind slammed into his face, forcing Chen Chong to squint as his hair whipped backward as if caught in a gale.

Once the force of the punch dissipated, Chen Chong managed to open his eyes and glance behind him.

The waiting room was in shambles, with shelves and chairs scattered everywhere.

Chen Chong's expression was one of shock.

"Did you see clearly?"

Yu Feng asked indifferently.

Chen Chong shook his head.

He had seen the move Yu Feng just used; it was the basic straight punch from the Combat Drill.

He had practiced it countless times, to the point where he could perform it with his eyes closed.

But if he were to do it himself, he could never achieve the effect Yu Feng just displayed.

The problem was that Yu Feng hadn't used a higher level of power to throw that punch; he clearly felt that the force Yu Feng exerted was almost identical to his own!

The difference seemed to lie in the way the force was applied, but Chen Chong couldn't quite grasp the specifics.

Yu Feng explained:

"This is the Combat Technique. Projecting force outward rather than pulling it back—that is the effect only the Combat Technique can achieve."

"You can think of the Combat Technique as an advanced version of the Combat Drill—though it's not necessarily superior. The two sets of techniques have different purposes, even if the Combat Technique is indeed harder to master."

"The Combat Technique is a variation based on the foundation of the Combat Drill; every move in the former has a corresponding move in the latter. It's just that the Combat Technique is more refined and focuses more on force generation and fluidity—in other words, actual combat. That is the fundamental difference from the Combat Drill."

Chen Chong nodded:

"I think I understand. Could you say that the Combat Drill is characterized by directing force inward to train oneself, while the Combat Technique directs force outward to strike an enemy?"

A flash of light crossed Yu Feng's eyes:

"A very apt description."

He looked at Chen Chong, a flicker of emotion passing deep within his gaze:

"Since you fully understand the core difference between the Combat Drill and the Combat Technique, the rest will be easy. I expect you'll pick it up quickly."

Before Chen Chong could respond, Yu Feng took a stance right there in the waiting room and began to demonstrate.

"The fist follows the shoulder, force penetrates the heart of the fist, strike!"

"Power rises from the ground, pivots at the waist and hips, and gathers at the fingertips..."

Yu Feng explained as he demonstrated the Combat Technique, which looked quite similar to the Combat Drill.

His movements were slow, but every step was exceptionally standard; when he held a position, he was rock-solid, and when he moved, he was precise—it was like watching a textbook.

Chen Chong widened his eyes, watching Yu Feng's movements intently, especially the parts that differed from the Combat Drill, focusing primarily on the variations in force generation. Combining this with Yu Feng's explanation, he committed the movements firmly to memory.

After Yu Feng finished the first demonstration, he asked Chen Chong how much he remembered. Chen Chong immediately asked several key questions, which let Yu Feng instantly gauge his progress.

Very quickly.

Giving Chen Chong a deep look, Yu Feng, who had originally intended to only demonstrate once as a sample, performed a second time, then a third...

Time spent in focus passes rapidly, and an hour slipped by in the blink of an eye.

After Yu Feng demonstrated the Combat Technique three times and let Chen Chong practice it once, he fell silent for a moment and said:

"That's about it. It's getting late, time to head back. We'll go over the details tomorrow afternoon."

With that, he turned and left the waiting room.

Chen Chong didn't rush to leave; he stood there silently, recalling the movements.

He had basically memorized the key points of the Combat Technique; after all, Yu Feng had personally demonstrated it three times. Even if someone were slow, they couldn't fail to remember a sequence after three viewings, could they?

Furthermore, since this technique was an extension of the Combat Drill, his familiarity with the drill naturally helped him master the Combat Technique.

He threw two punches into the air and noticed a distinct difference in the sound of the wind being torn; Chen Chong couldn't help but nod:

"The power is completely different. It is indeed designed for the purpose of inflicting damage on an enemy."

He exhaled, a faint smile appearing on his face.

A new technique—it felt good.

Stuffing his hands into his pockets to secure the stack of hundred-yuan bills, Chen Chong walked out to meet Wang Li, who had been waiting in the distance. He then exited through the back door of the bar and climbed into the business van that had been waiting there.

The next day at 1:00 PM.

Yu Feng walked into the training room on time, and Chen Chong was already waiting there.

This scene was witnessed by other fighters and quickly spread throughout the first floor.

"Coach Yu is here again, but only Chen Chong was called over for a lesson."

"Special treatment for Chen Chong? On what grounds?"

"Don't you know? Chen Chong took down Li Jun last night."

"What? Li Jun was beaten to death by him too?"

"Not dead, but he'll be bedridden for a while. Besides, I heard Li Jun rolled off the stage himself..."

"Huh? Rolled off himself? The God of Slaughter Li Jun?"

"No way, is this Chen Chong really that badass?"

In the training hall, Yu Feng swept a glance over Chen Chong's condition and raised an eyebrow:

"Are your injuries a problem?"

"They won't hinder my training."

Aside from his regular meals, Chen Chong had supplemented with extra Nutrient Paste last night and today, so his injuries were recovering rapidly.

Yu Feng merely glanced at him without further comment, instructing Chen Chong to begin practicing his Combat Technique.

The sound of wind whistled through the training hall, punctuated occasionally by Yu Feng's detached critiques.

He didn't demonstrate today, focusing instead on letting Chen Chong drill on his own.

When Yu Feng taught, he was incredibly responsible. He naturally wouldn't do this for an average trainee, but the problem was that Chen Chong learned too quickly; theoretical concepts never seemed to stump him, so all that remained was practice and time.

Chen Chong had already established the framework for the Combat Technique, so Yu Feng only needed to correct minor errors in detail and deviations caused by a lack of experience, while explaining the key points according to his progress. By the end of the afternoon, Chen Chong's Combat Technique was firmly on the right track, and for the final hour, Yu Feng remained completely silent.

When the session ended, he offered Chen Chong a rare word of praise:

"Well practiced."

And so, the Combat Technique lesson concluded.

After Yu Feng left, Chen Chong lingered in the large training hall to continue practicing for a while longer. When it came to spacious venues and complete equipment, nothing beat Yu Feng's teaching room.

He had already mastered the basics of the fist technique; what followed was constant practice and continuous improvement.

Basically, any martial art could be divided into three stages like the Breathing Method: Entry, Mastery, and Grand Completion.

Although Chen Chong's Combat Technique was only at the first stage, Yu Feng felt that at his current speed, he would soon step into the next. As for the third level, that would depend on a bit of fate.

However, even now, Chen Chong could already feel the benefits of the Combat Technique.

Having learned the Combat Technique, he had gained an epiphany regarding the application of force. Although he couldn't replicate the punch Yu Feng had thrown last night, he at least knew how it could be achieved.

Furthermore, the Combat Technique and the Combat Drill complemented each other; his level in the Combat Drill had improved once again, which would certainly increase his training efficiency.

This would accelerate his progress toward the next realm. By Chen Chong's own estimation, he should be able to complete Bone Tempering within a month.

If he had nutritional supplements or similar items to assist, it could be even faster.

It was just that the final step to break through would require Earth Dragon Meat, and he didn't know if the kitchen would have any by then.

There was no need to think that far ahead for now; there were other things to do.

Walking out of the Fighter Dormitory, Chen Chong glanced at the numbers before him and reached into his inner chest pocket to feel around.

I wonder how much progress ten thousand dollars can buy?