Fist Technique Perfection

After spending all day hunting geese, he had never expected to have his eyes pecked out by a little sparrow.

At this moment, that was exactly what Zhang Feiyu was thinking. He rarely let himself be wronged, and this time would be no different.

He directly stuffed a tube of recovery medicine into his mouth, instantly restoring his exhausted body to peak condition.

"Get down here!"

His gaze turned fierce as his hands abruptly shifted into Tiger Stance. In the blink of an eye, his palms changed, his knuckles broadening and his hands becoming thick and fleshy. He struck downward through the air!

Bang!

Two streams of Qi Force surged forth, seeming to transform into two striped tigers in midair. They roared viciously as they lunged forward!

The Dragon Tiger Leopard Gene Method he cultivated was already a high-level Gene Method, comprehended from dragons, tigers, and leopards. Its enhancement of strength was extremely obvious!

Tiger Stance was what he practiced most often. He had already comprehended it to the third level, and with his full strength unleashed, his force exceeded 2,000 kilograms!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The two sparring partners only possessed around 1,300 kilograms of force. When their Qi Force collided, they were crushed in an instant. The remaining force slammed into their chests. After fighting for so long, they had already been close to exhaustion. Struck by this blow, both of them flew backward!

They hit the ground and rolled several meters like tumbling gourds, blood spilling from their mouths and noses. They had completely lost the ability to keep fighting.

With a single blow, he had defeated two outstanding Quasi-Martial Artists!

The old man standing at the edge of the training ground frowned. He had originally intended to stop him. At this point, there was no longer any point in hiring sparring partners for training.

But after some thought, he said nothing.

For one thing, speaking up might not have done any good. For another, he wanted these sparring partners to suffer a little.

They took money to do a job, yet these sparring partners had gotten a little too full of themselves. They needed to learn that this money was not so easy to earn!

Even Su Bei's heart skipped a beat.

"You and I will continue!"

"Without those two, let's see how you keep avoiding the fight!"

Zhang Feiyu's gaze was filled with aggression. His aura shifted again as he lowered his body. Under his control, the muscles in his back seemed to compress, making him resemble a cheetah ready to strike at any moment!

Smack!

The muscles in his legs twisted tight. There was barely any movement from the ground, yet he shot toward Su Bei like lightning!

He was still rushing forward, but the Qi Force in his hands did not stop in the slightest. Although Leopard Stance Qi Force was not known for its power, it was incredibly fast. Five or six claw-shaped streams of Qi Force shot out in succession, tearing through the air. Had an ordinary person been standing there, they would likely have been ripped apart alive!

Su Bei had long since cast everything else aside. His blood and qi gathered around his fists, bringing a scorching sensation as though sunlight were bursting from them. His fists moved naturally and freely, and those streams of Qi Force caused him no trouble at all.

Then, in the next instant.

Zhang Feiyu had already closed in. Tiger and Leopard Stance worked together in his hands—fierce as a tiger one moment, cunning as a leopard the next. Fists and claws interwove. Though he was alone, it felt as though two people were attacking in tandem!

Su Bei's expression remained blank as he swung the Setting Sun Fist Technique with force. Blood and qi condensed around his fists like a pair of gloves, carrying scorching heat as they dissolved Zhang Feiyu's attacks one by one.

Crack! Crack!

Every punch Su Bei threw caused his tendons and bones to ring in unison. Each fist seemed to draw upon the strength of his entire body!

For a time, the two were evenly matched.

Yet Zhang Feiyu grew increasingly horrified. He had thought that after recovering to his peak, dealing with this sparring partner would not be difficult. But even so, they were still locked in a deadlock.

And that familiar feeling returned—after fighting evenly for so long, he was somehow being suppressed again.

Every move he made felt as if the guy in front of him had completely seen through it, unable to cause even the slightest trouble!

His strength was clearly far greater than this man's, yet his attacks were still blocked with ease!

"Does this guy have endless blood and qi? Why hasn't he run dry yet?!"

After having his marrow cleansed, Su Bei's blood and qi were several times more abundant than an ordinary person's. Even after fighting for such a long time, more than half remained within him!

Gradually.

Su Bei's movements grew faster and faster. His fist technique became flawless, without a single opening. His gaze seemed to lose focus, and he relied only on his body's instincts as he attacked.

His understanding of fist techniques was like a cup being filled with water, slowly overflowing bit by bit.

Ever since humanity ate raw meat and drank blood, throwing a punch had been a gene carved into human bones and bloodlines.

What was a fist?

A fist was the courage of the weak to strike at the strong. It was the resistance of the oppressed. It was instinct.

A fist was violence.

In that instant, Su Bei seemed to understand.

Among the mountains of countless fist techniques, grandmasters founded their schools and sects, standing atop one peak after another. Yet on a low hill, after climbing upward, Su Bei finally reached the summit.

His fist technique had reached Perfection!

His punches became increasingly powerful. No longer bound by any fixed routines, every punch seemed to contain countless transformations.

The force of his fists began to rise wildly!

1,500 kilograms!

1,600 kilograms!

1,700 kilograms!

1,800 kilograms!

2,000 kilograms!

Until it reached 2,600 kilograms!

Martial arts realms had an immediate and dramatic effect on a martial artist's strength!

After achieving Fist Technique Perfection, Su Bei's body seemed to undergo another cleansing, and his strength increased by more than double!

Every punch carried the beauty of primal violence, like a lion hunting a rabbit or an ancient giant splitting mountains.

"Hahaha!"

Su Bei could not help laughing aloud!

With his fist technique at the Perfection realm, he would certainly breeze through the Martial Artist Assessment a month from now, obtain a secret treasure, and open the Body Gate!

The pressure instantly shifted onto Zhang Feiyu.

"How is this possible?!"

Zhang Feiyu's eyes widened as he cried out in disbelief. He felt it more clearly than anyone else, and he simply could not accept it.

He had cultivated the Dragon Tiger Leopard Gene Method since childhood, yet even now, he had only brought Tiger Stance to the Minor Success realm.

You broke through your realm in the middle of a fight? Are you even human?!

The old man at the edge of the training ground watched as his expression changed again and again, surprise filling his face.

Even he had only heard of Quasi-Martial Artists capable of bringing a martial skill to Perfection.

Among ordinary Quasi-Martial Artists, having even one foundational martial art reach Major Success was already enough to take pride in.

But the gap between Major Success and Perfection was no longer a matter of time and tempering. What mattered more was that fleeting flash of inspiration!

That alone had blocked countless people from advancing!

And by this point.

The pressure on Su Bei had completely vanished. The previously impenetrable Tiger and Leopard Stance now appeared riddled with openings.

Like a child wielding a greatsword.

With a single glance, Su Bei could find more than a dozen ways to break it. And with his greatly increased strength, he could easily overpower every technique with brute force.

But Su Bei did not do that.

He even began slacking off.

What a joke. Ten thousand yuan an hour was a huge sum for Su Bei right now!

Not long ago, he had still been working part-time at a martial arts school, trying to earn university living expenses. He had worked himself to the bone for a month and only made several thousand yuan.

If he took care of the other side in just a few moves, where would he find another chance to make money this easily?

Slacking off simply meant responding to every move with a counter, rendering all of Zhang Feiyu's attacks useless. To put it more simply—

Zhang Feiyu felt as though the person opposite him were a target dummy, effortlessly neutralizing every move he made.

The anger in his heart grew even greater. His fists and kicks sped up, but it was useless. Su Bei's expression remained calm and composed.

"Are you fucking messing with me?"

Zhang Feiyu stopped and retreated several steps, his face filled with rage and humiliation.

Su Bei stopped as well, his expression darkening slightly. "What do you mean?"

Zhang Feiyu snapped, "Why aren't you going all out? I didn't pay you to play house with me!"

Su Bei replied, "That costs extra."

"Money?"

Zhang Feiyu froze. He had assumed this man was deliberately humiliating him, which was why he acted this way.

He had never expected such an answer. Was this guy really that greedy for money?

He had never lacked money, so naturally he did not understand its importance.

"I'll raise the price. Is one hundred thousand enough? One hundred thousand!"

Su Bei's eyes lit up. "It's a deal!"

As they spoke.

The two stood facing each other.

Su Bei's entire body swelled. His tendons, bones, and muscles all expanded as the Great Sun Purple Yang Gene Method circulated madly through him. Heat steamed from his body, his temperature rising sharply. Blood and qi gathered around his fists, seeming to transform into two streaks of setting sunlight. An aura as though all things were about to fall beneath the mountains enveloped the entire field.

Huff...

A stream of white vapor burst from his mouth and nose, remaining condensed even more than a meter away.

He raised his eyes, exuding immense pressure. "Excuse me."

His body vanished from the spot in the blink of an eye.

The next instant.

He had already appeared before Zhang Feiyu. As he threw a punch, wild winds surged and the air split apart before him.

In Zhang Feiyu's vision, that fist seemed to completely engulf his entire body. Dusk and the setting sun appeared to sink into the evening glow, as though even the great sun were about to perish alongside them.

His scalp went numb!

He barely had time to assume Tiger Stance and raise his arms before his face.

Bang!

A gale howled past his ears, yet the agonizing pain he had expected never came.

Only then did he see that Su Bei's punch had not struck his body at all. It had merely passed by the side of his face.

He turned to look behind him.

The powerful Setting Sun Qi Force blasted a crater into the grassy field, brutally shaving away a layer of turf.

The wind from that punch had also sliced open his ear, blood pouring down.

"That'll be one hundred and thirty thousand."

"Thank you."