Standing in front of Wu Zhangkong, who was holding a wooden sword with his usual stoic face, Mo Ji Wu was also standing before him in the starting stance recorded in the Fist Technique.
As he reviewed the technique again in his head, he slowly remembered its description.
It was indeed a technique as Wu Zhangkong described it: easy, without complications, suited him as a physical user easily.
“Eighteen Earth-Subduing Fists” contains 3 levels, each level has 6 consecutive fists.
The first level or the first six fists require the user to have a beast martial soul resembling a human, like an ape, which is the martial soul of the original creator of the technique.
The technique relies on 6 consecutive fists that build momentum, increasing offensive power based on how many fists are thrown.
Mastering the first six fists allows the physical attack power to reach 200% of the original attack, but one cannot transition to the seventh fist without rank 19, which is considered exceeding the body’s limits and may injure oneself before the enemy.
The first level, the first six fists, also contains an internal division for mastery with three levels.
The beginner level is being able to successfully use the third fist and reach attack power of 160%.
The second level is mastering all six fists and completing the momentum of the first level.
The last and hardest level is being able to freely transition between the six fists without order while maintaining an attack momentum of 200% as long as you fight and don’t need to cancel it after the sixth fist at the second level.
The third level is considered the hardest, and according to a note from the technique’s creator, the trainee may move to the last six fists even before mastering the third level.
By the way, the second and third six fists are the same as the first but with increased complexity, so the levels above apply to them as well.
The technique relies on boxing techniques in principle: moving the feet opposite to the hands while twisting the waist.
The punch opposite to the foot pressing on the ground allows building the momentum force while transitioning between fists without needing to recharge, and one can shower the opponent directly with techniques instead of pulling the fist back to build acceleration again.
While thinking about it slowly, Wu Zhangkong said, “Let’s begin.” With this signal, Mo Ji Wu’s soul power moved, his eyes shone, and behind him on the right his yellow soul ring appeared, and the body enhancement ability was activated and his physical power became equivalent to rank 16 attacks.
He jumped directly toward Wu Zhangkong, who stood in a stance holding the sword with one hand and the other hand behind his back.
He reached him and punched forward with his right fist, and his left foot was ahead of the right.
The first step is called “Staking the Wedge.” Before the fist arrived, he tilted his waist to the right while pushing with his left foot, as the technique’s creator likened the body to a spring in this state.
After throwing the fist and with it raising his waist, he found that the wooden sword blocked it without breaking, very easily.
Without stopping, Mo Ji Wu’s waist returned to normal from the tilt, but he didn’t stop and continued tilting to the left with the release of the second fist, “Millstone Grind,” with a circular side punch.
It is a punch aimed at the chin or ear or nose, but due to his short stature compared to Teacher Wu, it only reached his thigh, which he blocked by diverting the sword’s direction very easily.
When he was about to move to the next fist, he felt a stab in his chest before finding himself lying looking at the sky.
“Stop thinking too much and focus on your movements and the opponent in front of you.
Don’t keep analyzing everything and how you will do the next step; that will only slow your body.
All of this comes with experience, and you don’t have it.
Just fight with me until your body memorizes it and it will be easy for you.” Mo Ji Wu got up from the ground and followed the expert’s advice, repeating the attack from the beginning.
He didn’t feel what is called momentum, and according to observing his body with his soul power, this was due to inconsistency in transitioning between fists and his feet movements being delayed, and indeed all of these come with experience.
After getting up, he took the attack stance then launched into the attack again directly.
Of course, within a few seconds he was lying down again, but he improved the first fist this time more thanks to observing with his mental power.
He discovered that he had gathered some momentum, where the attack power increased by 1%, which is still far from the expected 20% at the highest level, but it was already an excellent start.
And so the one-sided physical exchange continued, but with each fall Mo Ji Wu’s movements increased in mastery, from the angle of the bend to when he should press the ground with his left foot, and the appropriate timing for his body to bend so the power doesn’t waste.
He observed all of these thanks to his mental power and his own body enhancement ability.
Thanks to body enhancement, he felt every muscle in his body move and how it was affected with each movement of his.
Normally he wouldn’t bother with this so as not to exhaust his mind with too much information, but now thanks to it he could control his body excellently.
The exchange continued for another two hours, and Mo Ji Wu was hit every time, and not a single fist landed on Wu Zhangkong’s body, which showed the difference between them, and at the same time he didn’t get bored or tired of this exchange or complain about the pain, which Wu Zhangkong especially admired, especially as he watched the noticeable progress made each time.
Now Mo Ji Wu lay down and couldn’t move, as he had exhausted the last drop of his soul power half an hour ago after activating the body enhancement ability for the eighth time.
And he kept fighting with his raw physical power, which was still strong even without enhancement, but training progress became a little slower after that.
According to his estimate, activating body enhancement each time consumes 18% of the soul power in his energy center, meaning his maximum is five enhancements in a row, but soul power recovers naturally with breathing even without meditation, which returned what he needed each time before it ran out on the eighth time.
The momentum that could be gathered from the first fist “Staking the Wedge” now reached 8%, and the momentum from the second fist “Millstone Grind” 4%, making the punching power 112% of a normal punch, which was excellent progress.
Now he couldn’t reach the third fist before Wu Zhangkong made him lie down.
The first fist is at 100% normal power, then gathers momentum released by the second fist at 120%, and in turn gathers momentum for the third fist.
He now understood why the technique’s creator says that mastering the third fist and gathering 160% momentum is only the beginning of the technique.
The transition must be smooth with no delay in every movement, even a small one, as he attacks with each fist, only then does he reach the maximum of 20% momentum per fist.
This made Mo Ji Wu realize the genius of the technique’s creator.
Just a simple technique can generate three times the body’s power at its maximum.
If it weren’t for his talent that hindered his growth, and with this understanding, he would have had a bright future.
Unfortunately, there is no “if” in this world.
Wu Zhangkong approached him and said, “Excellent progress.
Sit and meditate now; this is the best time for it.” If any student or teacher heard Wu Zhangkong praising someone by saying “excellent,” they would lose consciousness.
Since when does this ice block know how to praise?
But this time he was impressed.
It’s true to say that the technique isn’t complicated and all it needs is experience and physical training, but the body control required for it doesn’t come easily.
Mo Ji Wu sat with difficulty due to exhaustion and entered meditation calmly.
On his body, which wore the leather he used as training clothes, there was only dirt and not bruises, as Wu Zhangkong controlled his power to knock him away only without any serious injuries that might hinder training, which is the behavior of an excellent professional teacher.
During training, Mo Ji Wu happily discovered that his control over meditation and its speed was better, which made him realize the importance of combat and physical training.
Even his exhausted body absorbed soul power faster to renew itself, which quickly filled the soul power center and increased the amount, and he was approaching breaking through to rank 12.
This time his control over the meditation technique reached 62%.
After an hour of meditation he went in to find Wu Zhangkong studying some book, so he didn’t disturb him, then entered the bathroom where he washed his training clothes and took a bath and washed his body from sweat and dirt before coming out.
“Dinnertime,” Wu Zhangkong said when he saw the little one come out of the toilet.
Mo Ji Wu only put on his shoes before going out, and this time the pipe was in his hand as he smoked, as there was nothing that would relax him more than smoking after all this training.
While walking toward the dining hall, the two attracted attention as usual.
One was tall and handsome with long silver-blue hair down to the end of his waist, and the other was a small handsome child with gray-white hair and was smoking from an iron pipe calmly.
It was strange to see a child smoking from a pipe, but no one came forward to say anything.
Maybe it was his martial soul; there are all kinds of martial souls and training methods.
As soon as they arrived at the cafeteria, Mo Ji Wu extinguished his half-finished pipe, then it disappeared from his hand into the bracelet.
The two entered and got a delicious meal, and Mo Ji Wu ate three times what he usually eats after this exhausting training.
On the way back, Mo Ji Wu lit his pipe and continued smoking, and like the previous time, when little remained, he slowly channeled his soul power into the iron pipe to reach halfway before losing control of it, blowing up what was left of the tobacco, which saddened him.
In truth, if Wu Zhangkong hadn’t seen Mo Ji Wu’s persistence and determination, he wouldn’t have asked him to do this.
The most soul masters with one ring can do is wrap their weapons with soul power due to its scarcity and weak density, as it cannot penetrate weapons or anything they use without training at the second ring, where soul power is dense like dark clouds and abundant many times more than before.
But because of the small size of the pipe and Mo Ji Wu’s attachment to it, he will be careful, and after good training in control he will be able to pump his power into the pipe.
All of this to compensate for the deficiency he suffers in control compared to those his age who trained three years more than him.
Wu Zhangkong didn’t say this, of course, otherwise who knows what this smoking addict would say.
After continuing training in control until they returned home.
Wu Zhangkong began teaching Mo Ji Wu elementary lessons again, like how to break through after gathering enough soul power and how to compress power inside his energy center, then guided him on some meridians he didn’t understand or forgot due to their abundance, especially the minor ones, for an hour, then got up and said, “Continue training the fist technique, especially linking them.
Momentum can wait as long as you know how to transition between fists smoothly; that will be best now.
Although momentum depends a little on physical power, soul power is still more important.
You are only rank 11 and your power is already low.
Leave momentum training only when fighting with me; for the rest of the time master the stances and transitioning from them.
As for me now, I will go see news of your identity and recommendation letter.” Finishing his words, he waited if Mo Ji Wu had anything to say, and when he saw him nodding his head directly, he said nothing more and then left the house.
After he left, Mo Ji Wu took out his notebook he trains writing in, then began writing his new name and any word he remembered, and his handwriting was already improving.
It no longer resembled the scribble of a dead tree branch on mud and began to resemble a chicken walking on the ground more.
After an hour of planning and filling a few pages, he closed it and put it in the storage bracelet, then began to think.
‘Hmm, I don’t expect Wu Zhangkong alone is what my eyes were drawn to in this city.
It’s true he is a great teacher from what I’ve noticed these days, but he is not the strongest in the world, and the place doesn’t suit him either.
If the eye wanted me to go to an excellent training place, it would have guided me to Shrek Academy or Sun Moon Academy behind the Federation.
It seems the eye-type martial soul is famous and rare because of the called Huo Yuhao.
Hmm, I remember Xing’er describing him as a donkey who deserves to be kicked by another donkey to death for his stupidity.
Why is that?
I forgot…
Doesn’t matter, I will search for him in the library when I find time.
Wait, this isn’t the main topic.
Yes, the eye’s guidance.
It’s true that Teacher Wu is one of the reasons I was guided here.
He has a secret background from what I see; he can arrange legal documents in days, especially the recommendation letter, meaning the power that wants to do this must interfere with soul master awakening records and add my name and even choose an elementary school to enroll me in…
or maybe another way?
But it definitely requires a certain background…
Besides Teacher Wu, there is something else.
I can feel it; this isn’t the end.
The students?
Hmm, I will only discover that.
Five days remain anyway; then I will see Teacher Wu’s class.’