Ye Xiao nodded and said to Fatty Wang next to him.
"To put it bluntly, Ten Thousand Fist Wall trains on the grasp of punching power and precise control of power."
Fatty Wang nodded.
"The highest record is a senior student, 2,700?" Ye Xiao asked.
Fatty Wang nodded again.
He added, "After the beating, his fists were so rotten that he couldn't hold chopsticks for half a month."
Ye Xiao smiled and said, "You said this yesterday."
Fatty Wang smiled honestly and touched the back of his head.
Ye Xiao stepped forward, raised his fist, and hit One Punch at the nearest target.
"Bang!"
The screen didn't light up, but it showed: 376 pounds.
This One Punch is very powerful.
But.
Ye Xiao can notice that the target has the words 320 pounds on it.
"Bang! 352 pounds!"
"Bang! 331 pounds!"
"Bang! 305 pounds!"
Ye Xiao punched several times in succession and finally succeeded in turning the target green.
"Bang! 320 pounds!"
Green is a sign of success.
Immediately afterwards.
Ye Xiao shot a circle at the target next to it.
The target next to it does not turn green.
At the same time.
The target he had turned green also turned black.
Ye Xiao will have to go back and get another one.
"Bang! 320 pounds! Green!"
Then I came back and made a new one.
"Bang! 305 pounds! No light!"
After repeating it several times.
Ye Xiao Find the right intensity and you can light up the second one as well.
"Your fighting style is not good." Fatty Wang said, "What Ten Thousand Fist Wall is training is not the strength of a single punch, but the ability to hit continuously and accurately. If you One Punch One Punch fight, you won't be able to finish a hundred punches tomorrow."
Ye Xiao stopped and looked at the wall.
He knew that Fatty Wang was right, his punch was powerful enough, but his speed and accuracy were far from enough.
Ten thousand targets, not ten thousand punches, but ten thousand precise strikes.
Each One Punch has to be hit in a different position. There is no time to aim and no time to hesitate.
When the fist goes out, the next target has already been determined.
"In boxing, you can't rely solely on brute force. Sometimes you also need to use your brain."
Fatty Wang expressed this philosophy of life with emotion.
Ye Xiao stopped, did not speak, and just stared at Ten Thousand Fist Wall in front of him.
"Brother Xiao, aren't you going to practice?" Fatty Wang looked at Ye Xiao and asked curiously.
Ye Xiao replied, "I'm thinking."
The difficulty with Ten Thousand Fist Wall is not the strength, but the rhythm.
The way ordinary people play is to One Punch one target, after finishing one, find the next one.
But that is too slow, because the eyes need time to search, the brain needs time to judge, and the fist needs time to adjust.
The real master plays a "rhythm"!
The fist falls like Raindrops. Every target is where it should be. There is no need to look or think, the muscles will remember it by themselves.
Ye Xiao Close your eyes and simulate that wall in your mind.
Ten thousand targets, arranged in a honeycomb shape.
He typed it in his mind from left to right, top to bottom.
Then I called again.
Again...
Fatty Wang looked at Ye Xiao like this and couldn't help but ask again.
"Brother Xiao, are you tired? Why don't you go back to rest and practice again next time?"
Ye Xiao shook his head.
"My back is against the wall."
"Back to the wall?"
"Memorize the position and strength of each target so that I don't have to look at it when shooting."
Fatty Wang opened his mouth, wanting to say that this was impossible, but looking at Ye Xiao's serious expression, he swallowed his words.
A full eight hours!
Fatty Wang just looked at Ye Xiao and stood in front of Ten Thousand Fist Wall for eight hours!
I didn't eat either, and I didn't go to the cafeteria to wash dishes!
Fatty Wang also went to the canteen. Not only did he help Ye Xiao wash the dishes, he also brought back dinner.
As a result, the dinner was cold and Ye Xiao didn't eat a bite.
Fatty Wang brought another midnight snack.
The time has already reached 24 o'clock.
Just then.
Fatty Wang had already dozed off and was sitting in a chair, feeling drowsy.
Just then.
"Bang!"
He suddenly heard the sound of a punch, which immediately knocked all his drowsiness away!
Fatty Wang quickly opened his eyes wide and stared straight ahead!
Ye Xiao stood in front of Ten Thousand Fist Wall and took a deep breath.
Eight hours!
He has memorized every target on the wall in his mind - from the upper left corner to the lower right corner, ten thousand coordinates, like a map.
He raised his fist and started hitting.
No. One Punch, the first target in the upper left corner! Green!
Second punch, second! Green!
The third punch, the third one! Green!
His fist swept across from left to right, like a sickle cutting wheat.
The targets turned green one by one, and the numbers on the screen jumped rapidly.
Ten! Twenty! Thirty!
His speed is getting faster and faster, and his fists leave afterimages in the air!
One hundred! Two hundred! Three hundred!
His arms started to feel sore, but he didn't stop!
Seven hundred! Eight hundred! Nine hundred!
A thousand!!!
"F*ck!" Fatty Wang's shocked voice came from behind.
"Is this just a thousand punches?"
A thousand targets were lit up, neatly arranged in ten rows, like a green wheat field!
Ye Xiao glanced at the screen - it took fifteen minutes, an average of more than one per second.
This speed seems very fast, but it is still far from "Raindrops".
He shook his sore arm and continued beating.
One thousand one hundred! One thousand two hundred! One thousand three hundred!
My fist started to hurt.
It's not muscle soreness, it's bone pain!
Every time One Punch hits the target, the shock force is transmitted along the phalanges to the wrist, to the elbow, and to the shoulder.
The effects of forces are reciprocal.
A thousand targets are a thousand counter-shocks!
One thousand five hundred! One thousand eight hundred! Two thousand!
His hands were shaking, not because he was afraid, but because he was tired.
But he didn't stop.
Two thousand one hundred! Two thousand two hundred! Two thousand three hundred!
The numbers on the screen were still jumping, but his speed had obviously slowed down.
When the fist fell, it no longer looked like Raindrops, like a rusty machine.
It used to average one second One Punch, but now it is as slow as two seconds One Punch.
Every time I raise my fist, it's like it's filled with lead.
Two thousand five hundred! Two thousand six hundred! Two thousand seven hundred!
The number on the screen stopped at two thousand seven hundred.
Ye Xiao's fist hung in the air and did not fall.
It's not because I can't win anymore, it's because--that record is two thousand seven hundred.
He tied!
Ye Xiao's fist began to bleed.
It's not blood from cracks, but blood that oozes out after the skin is worn out, leaving red marks on the black target.
Fatty Wang stared at the back of Ye Xiao, at the fist of Bloody and Mangled, and at the numbers that kept beating on the screen.
He quickly shouted, "Brother Xiao! You have already broken the record!"
"You have passed that senior, you can stop!"
He just shouted stop, but the next second.
"Bang!"
The number on the screen jumped: 2701!
Fatty Wang's breathing stopped.
Ye Xiao Keep fighting!
Two thousand eight hundred! Two thousand nine hundred! Three thousand!
There was no feeling in his fists.
It's not that it doesn't hurt, it hurts to the point of numbness.
The skin is cracked, exposing the flesh underneath; the flesh is worn away, revealing the bones underneath.
Ye Xiao is not panic at all!
No matter how bad the fist is, it doesn't matter.
In the end, he can use "Limb Regeneration" State Ability to repair it.
"In that case, let me fight until I have no strength at all!"
Ye Xiao's eyes burned with an unprecedented fire of determination.