Secret Martial Arts

Hearing Li Qiang's words, Zhang Ping nodded slightly and began sorting out the confession.

Li Qiang, meanwhile, went to unfasten Su Han's chains and get him down.

But what they did not know was that,

at that very moment, Su Han's

body was undergoing an earth-shaking transformation.

The most obvious change

was that his senses were growing sharper and sharper.

The outlines of objects in the corners and the rise and fall of Zhang Ping's and Li Qiang's breathing all registered clearly in Su Han's consciousness.

During the time his human limitations had been lifted,

inside Su Han's mind,

the notification sounded every few minutes.

"Buff ① · Divine Body triggered. Your physique +10, comprehension +10."

"..."

Each time it sounded, a warm current surged through Su Han's body.

It flowed slowly into his limbs and bones,

coursing through blood vessels, muscles, and bones, repairing wear and reshaping their structure.

With a thought, a screen of light appeared before his eyes.

[Physique: 63] (+60)

[Comprehension: 66] (+60)

His physique and comprehension had both reached over 60.

Su Han lightly clenched his fist.

Power gathered and surged wildly in his muscles, and it was still growing.

If this continued, the power in his body would reach a terrifying level.

With his strength as it was now,

Su Han felt he could beat an ox to death at any moment.

Some old wounds had fully healed, and the new ones had stopped bleeding and begun to scab over.

At the same time, the explosive growth in his comprehension made Su Han's thoughts extraordinarily quick.

His mind raced.

He clearly recalled everything he had learned before, from advanced mathematics and physics to programming.

But this knowledge was of no use.

At least, it was not the slightest bit useful in his present circumstances.

What was truly useful was something else.

Su Han closed his eyes, and memories surged up.

He remembered the martial arts school he had attended during a past summer vacation. He had paid several thousand in tuition and studied there for two months.

He had learned a set of basic fist techniques and Heavenly Tiger Stance Training.

Punches and their applications surfaced in his mind one after another, and Su Han came to understand them deeply.

This was Secret Martial Arts, or rather, the most elementary form of Secret Martial Arts.

And it was something that would be immensely useful both now and in the future.

This was pure martial force.

With it, he would have the ability to uncover the truth and exact his revenge.

With it, he could wield the power in his body that was constantly growing by leaps and bounds.

Of course,

this was not an ordinary world, either.

The supernatural existed in this world.

During his time at the martial arts school, Su Han had heard others say

that powerful practitioners of Secret Martial Arts could leap across rooftops and run along walls, split mountains and shatter stones. Their strength was extraordinary and utterly terrifying.

There were even other paths to strength, such as enhanced humans and modified humans.

Those paths involved genetic enhancement and technological modification.

They existed only among certain major powers. Their strength was terrifying, their combat power off the charts, and they were nearly inhuman.

And the true culprit

had the ability to buy off the chief of the patrol station, fabricate a complete set of evidence, and make his girlfriend and sister identify him as the culprit.

Their background was anything but simple. They could belong to a great family or a major power.

They were bound to have Secret Martial Arts practitioners, enhanced humans, and modified humans.

So Su Han needed to grow stronger.

Otherwise, when he met them, he would die without even knowing how.

My strength is growing, every moment of every day.

But in the end, all of it is just brute force.

I don't know how to exert force, how to read the rhythm of a fight, or how to make the most of my strength.

Out of ten parts of strength, I can only use two or three.

I only have eight days left.

If I can learn Secret Martial Arts, if I can master those techniques for exerting force,

then my fighting power and ability to survive will increase many times over.

With that thought,

Su Han began carefully studying several movements from the basic fist techniques.

Straight punches, hooks, uppercuts, elbow strikes, knee strikes...

These were all very basic things, barely enough to count as a beginner's introduction. They did not even brush the edges of Secret Martial Arts.

But in the mind of Su Han, whose comprehension was constantly improving,

these basic moves were gradually learned, adjusted, recombined, and optimized.

The exertion of muscles, the shifting of his center of gravity, the coordination of his breathing...

His body sat in prison, while his martial skills grew in his mind.

Just then,

Su Han was lowered to the ground.

Zhang Ping also took out what he had prepared and urged him on.

"Hurry up and sign it, so we can get off work sooner."

As he spoke, Zhang Ping took out a folder and pulled out a statement he had prepared long ago.

He picked up a pen and held it and the statement out to Su Han.

But unexpectedly,

Su Han did not move.

Seeing this, Zhang Ping frowned.

"What, changed your mind?"

"Weren't you being pretty sensible just now, kid?"

Su Han slowly raised his head and looked at him.

That look made Zhang Ping's heart tighten.

His eyes seemed to conceal a pool of unfathomably deep water, with something that devoured people lurking within.

Zhang Ping pushed those stray thoughts aside and continued urging him on.

"Hurry the hell up!"

"Once you've signed this statement, you'll be transferred to a proper interrogation room in a little while."

"There are cameras over there, recording the whole thing. When the time comes, answer whatever I ask you."

"Tell us every last detail of the shit you did."

"Plead guilty, accept your punishment, and await sentencing."

Su Han finally moved. He took the pen and the statement.

He lowered his head to look.

The statement ran over a dozen pages, describing in detail how he had argued with his parents, brutally murdered them, and severely injured his sister when she came running at the sound.

On the last page was a blank space for his signature and fingerprint.

Su Han picked up the pen and held its tip above the paper.

Zhang Ping waited with his arms folded.

But Su Han did not sign.

Instead, expressionless, he snapped the pen in one hand.

Then he gripped the statement with both hands and exerted a little force.

"Riiip-"

A crisp sound of tearing paper immediately rang out.

Zhang Ping froze.

His eyes widened as he watched Su Han unhurriedly tear the dozen or so pages of the statement in half, one by one, crumple them into balls, and throw them on the floor.

"You fucking-!" Zhang Ping's face flushed red.

"You're fucking with me, aren't you, kid?"

"Do you have a death wish? I'm going to beat you to death today, you bastard."

Yu Qiang stood at the door and saw what Su Han had done as well.

He was a ruthless man of few words.

He picked up the solid wooden club in the corner and swung it straight down at Su Han's back.

The club whistled through the air.

He had clearly put all his strength into the blow. If it landed, bones would break.

But just as the club was about to strike Su Han's body,