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“It’s not just about force—it’s about precision. Marcus won’t go down easily, but if you can control your strikes, you’ll have the upper hand.” I took a deep breath and faced the nearest target, trying to summon the energy I had once wielded effortlessly. My fingers twitched as I focused, trying to push the flicker of power into my hands. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, with a burst of effort, I felt a spark of heat build in my palms. It wasn’t much, but it was something. I lashed out, my hand connecting with the wooden dummy. The force wasn’t enough to knock it down, but a faint scorch mark appeared on its surface.

"You lack technique but you have good muscular strength. Now kick me" Oh For How Long I Wanted To Do This. "Keep your right foot in the front and your left in diagonal to your right foot. Put equal pressure on both your feet and lean forward. It will store the potential energy of your body in your leg. When you kick this energy will exert more force. Put your fist in front of your face. When you kick, straighten your body posture ".

"You're using your whole body, push off your back foot, rotate your hips, let the power flow through your shoulder and into your fist." He made it look effortless. "Now you try," he said, stepping back to give me space. "Don't think about technique, just hit it." I faced the bag, drew my arm back, and threw what had to be the most pathetic punch in history. My fist barely made contact and the bag didn't move at all. "Again," Julian said, unfazed. "Harder this time." I tried again, putting more force behind it. The bag swayed slightly but it still felt weak and ineffective.

I had to rely on that new, heightened perception to even track him. He taught me how to pivot, how to use his own momentum against him, and most importantly, how to channel the energy from the bond into my strikes. Every time I hit his arm, it sounded like a hammer hitting an anvil. I wasn't just using muscle; I was using the weight of the Crimson Pact itself.

“Mom, can you let him train me for a while? I want to get stronger too. All these mean, stupid bitches around me could use some proper face-slapping.” My mother-in-law chuckled, sipping from her tea as if this was nothing more than casual conversation. “My dear, it’s not easily taught. You have to have talent for it. For example, if you keep hitting people, you’ll get used to it. Pick someone you can slap around whenever you want, and soon enough, you’ll have perfect aim.” Layla’s lips curled into a wicked smile. “Oh? Then I can start practicing right now. I think I have the perfect candidate in mind”

I swung half-heartedly, but he caught my fist with ease. "What are you? Five years old?" "You told me to hit you, not to break my hand!" "You won't," he said. "Not if you do it right." He guided me through another punch, slower this time, correcting the angle of my wrist. "Power comes from your whole body, not just your arm. Turn your hip into it." I tried again. This time, when my fist connected with his palm, the force travelled up my arm differently. Still not enough to actually hurt an Alpha, but better.

Then we moved on to the third thing he wanted me to learn. “I need you to learn all the soft spots on a person's body. Like eyes, groin, solar plexus, and throat are all ideal spots to punch. So you need to go for those if someone is attacking you.” He explained those and pointed them out as he pretended to punch me in those areas.” Justin said to me “Justin, am I doing this right? It feels wrong for some reason.” I told him “Don’t force the hits, let it come from within yourself. You want power behind the hits but you don’t want to force your muscles where it hurts you. Let it move more smoothly.” he tried to put it into words but he found it hard to do.

However, I quickly regain my focus, refusing to be phased by his strength. As he closes in on me, he throws another punch, but my reflexes kick in, allowing me to effortlessly dodge his attack. With precision and fury, I unleash a series of blows to his chest, my strikes landing with calculated force. My primal instincts take over, and my claws begin to extend from my fingertips, ready to tear him apart if necessary.

Lucas felt a strange force grab him suddenly and he was seized off the ground, levitating past the teacher who then brought his hands together before thrusting them forward with exposed palms and Lucas was hit by a wave of invisible energy that had him falling to the grassy ground. “A small demonstration of the chi,” said Aacharya as he helped Lucas up. Natasha and Lucas then had to practise this which of course had been no easy task as Aacharya went on to display more pushes and open-hand techniques. “You will barely have to apply use of punches and focus on how the energy of a strike affects the opponent. A palm strike could simply push opponent back, lift opponent from ground (“yap, got t

She sent me affirmations of understanding as I controlled my breathing and prepared myself for everything to come. Powerful, concentrated bursts that hit their chests or their foreheads. I told myself over and over where I had to hit them for this to work to knock them out. For now, no fire. Water, air and earth. Small rocks were the perfect projectile for this job and there were plenty inside Haven and out.