All at once, this seemingly simple fist technique suddenly became profound and unfathomable in Jiang Chen's eyes.
He exited the system, but that feeling still lingered in his mind.
He silently reviewed the route for circulating his energy, and once he was sure he had it right, he punched the air straight ahead.
This was the first move of Lightning Fist. Before, when he practiced it, he hadn't felt anything at all—it was just like throwing an ordinary punch. But this time, it finally had an immediate effect.
He threw just one punch, and arcs of electricity instantly coiled around his fist as a tremendous force burst forth.
Jiang Chen felt a sudden surge of power in his fist, and before he knew it, the fist was dragging him along as he flew forward.
While Jiang Chen stood there completely dumbfounded, the force dragging him suddenly vanished, and he pitched straight into the ground, landing face-first like a dog eating dirt.
Thud! His fair, tender face immediately made intimate contact with the soil.
Old Jack had been rocking in his recliner, watching Jiang Chen throw punches with interest. Seeing this, he couldn't help laughing.
"Little Chen, Soul Masters all have their own skills, and you'll have yours someday too. What are you practicing like that for? I've never heard of anyone getting stronger by throwing punches like that."
Jiang Chen's face had slammed straight into the dirt, and the impact had left his head spinning. It took him a good while to get back up.
He stared hard at his fist as if it were some strange, unfamiliar object.
Good grief, for a moment there, he'd even wondered if that fist was really his.
His fist had dragged him along. What the hell was that supposed to be? It was