Baji Fist and Shave

Rocks D. Carl's expression turned solemn.

His eyes locked onto the tiger instantly, his reaction swift and precise.

Pushing off the tree trunk with both feet, he caused the wood to bow into a deep arc as his body launched toward the beast like a cannonball.

His fist, acting like a heavy sledgehammer, carried immense power as it slammed ruthlessly into the tiger's skull.

In an instant!

The giant tiger had no time to react. With a dull, muffled thud, it was sent flying, crashing into a nearby tree.

The trunk shook violently, shedding a shower of leaves that filled the air with a haze of green.

The White Tiger lay on the ground, struggling in vain to rise; it was clear that Carl's punch had left it severely wounded.

From a distance, blood could be seen trickling from the spot where the blow had landed.

The White Tiger let out a pained whimper, struggling to control its limbs as it tried to stand.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The surrounding beasts, seeing their forest overlord struck down by a single punch, realized this two-legged creature was not to be trifled with and fled the scene, leaving the area suddenly quiet.

Carl did not pursue; after all, the night was dark, and who knew what other dangers lurked in the woods?

He walked slowly toward the tiger, and through the beast's pleading eyes, he could clearly sense its despair and fear.

Everything had happened so quickly. Although Carl had not yet fully mastered his body's strength—relying only on basic jumps and punches—he could feel that his physical capabilities far exceeded those of an ordinary human. This surge in power meant that every strike he threw carried devastating force.

Feeling the power surging within him, he realized he was no longer an ordinary man, but an ordinary man gifted with the Titan Power.

"Hahahaha!"

Carl laughed happily, experiencing such immense strength for the first time.

He took a deep breath and turned his gaze back to the heavily wounded tiger.

Clearly, this tiger no longer posed any threat to him.

Carl looked around; the forest he found himself in remained full of unknowns and dangers.

While the Titan Power had granted him a robust physique, the dangers of the forest were far greater than that, and he needed to find a place to rest as soon as possible.

"Come here. You are the first beast I've encountered since arriving in this world; you have the right to choose your own path."

Carl thought for a moment and decided against killing it; perhaps his mindset from Blue Star had yet to fully shift.

The White Tiger heard these words and stopped whimpering, freezing in place for a moment—its massive head looking almost cute—but it soon limped over to follow Carl. It had made its choice; after all, it was intelligent enough to know that since it couldn't resist, it had no choice but to submit.

Carl found a clearing, let the tiger lie down, and leaned against its back.

He still had his draws left to complete.

Although only the talent draw had been enhanced by the system, that didn't mean he looked down on the standard draws!

Leaning against the tiger, a flash of inspiration crossed Carl's mind.

He thought of his Titan Power, a formidable strength surging within him.

Carl closed his eyes, focusing on this power. His body began to tremble slightly, and after a brief moment of heat, he realized his physique had actually improved.

"System, open my personal panel," he said to the system, feeling quite pleased.

[Ding!]

Carl's personal panel appeared on the screen, and he stared intently at the information, anticipating the boost to his physique.

[Host: Rocks D. Carl Armament Haki: None Observation Haki: None Conqueror's Haki: None Skills: None Talent: Titan Power (10% Fusion) Money: None Items: None Evaluation: Barely capable of self-preservation on the high seas; overall strength equivalent to a Rear Admiral!]

Carl was overjoyed at the evaluation. He hadn't expected that merely fusing 10% of the Titan Power would bring his strength to the level of a Rear Admiral, and he hadn't been mistaken—his strength had indeed increased slightly.

He still had one skill draw and one non-standard draw remaining. His anticipation for these two opportunities grew even stronger; he wanted to see how far his strength would climb after these next draws.

"System, initiate the non-standard draw."

Carl proceeded with the draw, full of expectation!

"Congratulations to the host for drawing the character template of Ge Nie from the Chinese animation Legend of Qin."

It was actually Ge Nie from Legend of Qin.

Ge Nie's origins were unknown, but he hailed from Ghost Valley. His swordsmanship was divine, and his signature techniques—the Hundred-Step Flying Sword and the Cross-Directional Slash—were known as a combined offensive force.

He is known as the world's number one swordsman, enjoying the title of "Sword Saint" throughout the martial arts world.

In his youth, he served as the fencing instructor to the King of Qin, Ying Zheng. He rendered meritorious service in Ying Zheng's unification of the six states, was hailed as the empire's strongest swordsman, and served as the primary bodyguard to King Ying Zheng.

Yet, he later unexpectedly defected from the Qin state, taking Jing Tianming, the son of an old friend, and embarking on a journey fraught with thorns to evade Ying Zheng's pursuit.

"Hahaha, Ge Nie's swordsmanship can truly be called top-tier."

It is the perfect opportunity to let the Pirate World witness the swordsmanship of the great East.

He immediately pondered the possibility of whether he could bestow hero templates upon others; after all, what if he encountered a template he did not want?

Since he would be drawing many hero templates in the future, would it not be a waste if there were some templates he had no desire to use?

"System, can I bestow hero templates upon others?"

Carl could not help but ask.

"Host, hero templates can be given to anyone, and you may also reclaim them at any time."

Hearing the system's reply, Carl was instantly reassured.

Upon learning this answer, Carl breathed a sigh of relief. He decided to keep this hero template and wait for the right moment to use it; after all, he could focus on fully stimulating his Titan Power through combat first, as one should not bite off more than one can chew.

"System, begin the skill draw."

Baji Fist, Taiji Sword Technique, Yijin Jing, Bagua Palm...

"Congratulations to the Host for drawing the skill: Baji Fist."

Fine, although he did not draw things like the Taiji Sword Technique or Yijin Jing, Baji Fist was acceptable.

Isn't there a common saying: "It takes ten years for Taiji to leave the door, but Baji can kill a man in a year"?

Let me test what this Baji Fist is all about!

"System, use Baji Fist."

Suddenly, a string of text emerged from the roulette in front of him and flew into Carl's mind one by one. In an instant, he understood every move of Baji Fist, as well as the techniques for generating power.

Various moves surfaced continuously in his mind, and he quickly learned and memorized every detail.

Through the entry-level mastery of Baji Fist, he felt that he could now clearly control every inch of his skin, and could even control the growth of his hair and nails.

Could this be the realm of a Grandmaster?

In the domestic anime he was familiar with, a Grandmaster of Internal Energy was a being who could not even have a feather added to them, nor a fly land upon them!

Carl immediately began to attempt various moves on the spot.

He moved his body rapidly, turned with agility, and executed a series of precise attacking motions.

Every movement was fluid and accurate; he seemed to have become a dancer, wielding an invisible sword.

The surrounding trees became his practice targets.

He swung his fists, knocking down one large tree after another.

The sound of trees crashing to the ground echoed through the forest, as if declaring his strength to the entire world.

A confident glow radiated from Carl's eyes. He had now fully grasped the essence of Baji Fist—the Six Great Openings—though he was not yet proficient in the execution of the moves.

Such a powerful skill brought him an unprecedented sense of achievement and satisfaction.

"I have to say, you really have to say."

Carl muttered to himself, his face full of excitement and pride.

He realized that not only had the knowledge entered his mind, but these moves were also deeply imprinted in his body.

He felt that every inch of his skin contained immense power and flexibility.

Carl laughed, filled with anticipation for the future.

He knew that he finally possessed the strength for self-preservation. Although the strength of a Rear Admiral was not very high in the Pirate World, his possession of Titan Power meant that it would be impossible to defeat him in a short period.

"Which of the Six Powers is more important?"

Carl thought for a moment; it should be Shave for rapid movement, along with the flashy moves of Tempest Kick.

How is Shave achieved?

Dozens of steps on the ground in 0.36 seconds, right?

"Bang!"

When Carl used all his strength to stomp the ground for the first time, he created a large pit and fell right into it.

He was not discouraged, however, and continued to try again on the spot.

"Boom!"

After many attempts, he finally mastered Shave, though his sense of direction was still unclear, and the surrounding trees were knocked down one after another by his reckless, physical momentum.

"Pah!"

After crashing into a tree, he scrambled up from the leaves and spat out the foliage in his mouth.

"It's already late; I'll deal with it tomorrow."

After some thought, she hurriedly gathered the tree trunks from the ground; after all, she needed a place to briefly shelter from the wind and rain, and she had no desire to sleep out in the open.

She drove the trunks directly into the ground to form walls, then used vines to simply lash some trunks together to create a makeshift door.

Just like that, in a mere hour, thanks to her crude craftsmanship, a simple fifty-square-meter wooden cabin had taken shape before her eyes.

Looking at this humble yet warm shelter, Carl couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and joy; this was a house she had built with her own two hands.

Right in front of the cabin, she also built a simple shed for the White Tiger to rest and take shelter from the wind and rain. Just as she finished all this, she felt a pang of hunger.

She turned her gaze toward the White Tiger, but no, it was already her companion; she couldn't eat it.