Assassination Plan

Xu Wuyi's fighting style was simple: he punched straight at his opponent. Straight punches, hooks, swings—the most basic movements, the simplest ways of exerting force.

Simple did not mean weak.

Ye Yixin's swordsmanship was exquisitely refined, and Charles's fists carried immense force, yet both had lost to him. Because his physical body was strong enough—strong enough to defeat the most complicated opponents in the simplest way.

But he knew perfectly well that such simplicity rested upon the advantage of his physical body. If he encountered an opponent whose body was no weaker than his, who was faster and more skilled, basic boxing alone would not be enough.

He needed a combat technique.

A combat technique that could solidify his Tenfold Stacking method of exerting force.

Tenfold Stacking was currently his strongest method of attack. From the soles of his feet to his fists, across ten joints and nine connecting points, he added a strand of Order power at every point. Nine forces converged perfectly upon the face of his fist.

Yet even after four months of constant refinement, his chance of delivering a perfect Tenfold Stacking strike was only around seventy percent. In the remaining thirty percent, either one force dissipated midway, or the timing of the nine forces converging went awry.

In a life-and-death battle, a thirty-percent error rate was far too high.

He needed to turn Tenfold Stacking from a technique into instinct.

Not by repeatedly practicing to improve its success rate, but by fundamentally altering the circulation of his blood and qi, making Tenfold Stacking part of his body.

Like a heartbeat or breathing, it would not require deliberate control. His body would do it on its own.

This idea had circled in his mind for four months, yet he had never found a clear plan.

Until