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Lan Weiwei said excitedly. Yang Xiao had no choice but to follow Lan Weiwei forward. The middle-aged man took a deep breath and said solemnly, "For an Internal Strength practitioner, he needs to sink his Qi into his Dantian and concentrate on his spirit and qi. Only when he makes a move can he beat the strong with the weak. He is invincible." As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man shouted and slapped a piece of marble, which was immediately shattered into pieces. "My God!" The crowd exclaimed when they saw the extremely hard marble was shattered into pieces by the middle-aged man's palm.

"What else can you teach me?" "Let's work on strikes," I suggested. "If someone gets in your face, you need to know how to create distance." I showed her the proper way to throw a palm-strike—heel of the hand to the chin or nose, fingers curled back to avoid injury. "Never punch with a closed fist unless you know what you're doing. It's too easy to break your own fingers." She mimicked my stance, and I moved closer to adjust her form. "Elbow here," I said, touching her arm gently. "Weight on your back foot. When you strike, drive through with your hips—that's where the power comes from."

He nudges me a few times to test my balance, smirking when I manage to stay upright. " I'm going to teach you what I call, Basic Strikes." Ramon demonstrates a series of punches, his movements sharp and deliberate. “Aim for soft spots. Jaw, throat, solar plexus. Never waste energy on useless strikes.” I mimic his movements, my fists snapping forward with more force than I expected.

Determination hardened my gaze as I launched myself towards the dummies. With a swift twist of my hips, my hand shot forward like a viper, delivering a lightning-fast punch. The impact reverberated through my arm, the sheer force causing the metal of the dummy to shudder under the blow. In the blink of an eye, my leg snapped out, executing a powerful roundhouse kick that connected with precision, sending the dummy spinning.

The manual booklet seemed rather worn and it felt like it would be destroyed quite easily. 'Tch, couldn't reach the optional objective," Chen clicked his tongue. Failure is always right at the corner but this week had been extremely great for him already so there wasn't any point in feeling glum. After a moment's thought, he picked the manual that described gentle palm technique and his expression remained quite calm. 'Eh, a palm technique that infuses spirit qi and blood qi to attack the enemy's innards through the use of shockwave and vibration. Like the Tremble Combat Tactics. Just that this one can infuse with spirit qi and the Tremble Combat Tactics cannot.'

I had prepared a dummy in advance who she could visualize as a perpetrator and attack. I taught her how to throw a punch at the right places only because of her lack of strength, she lacks power in her fist. So I trained her to target the chin, eyes, joints and private parts of the perpetrator. After working out she laid down and continued her panting session when Luke walked in with a letter in his hand.

He attempted to impress his sect master and his followers. He threw punches here and there, but I could avoid all of them. He was perspiring profusely. And I remained calm, studying all of his moves until it was time for me to attack in three minutes. I summoned my inner strength. He threw one of his lethal punches, and I blocked his hand with my leg, flew like an electric current, and slapped him viciously until he couldn't take it anymore.

He stepped further closer, grabbed her waist with the tip of his fingers, and helped her to a proper position. "This is the proper posture," he said, his hot breath fanning her ear causing her hands to fist as he stepped away from her. "Focus on one point and I want you to deliver all your strength at that exact point. Use your lower body to gather more strength in the punch. Make it more impactful." He instructed, watching her while standing beside the punching bag. Angela didn't realize that she was holding her breath as she inhaled deeply. She did as he told her and punched with all her might as the bag slid a few inches back and a huge smile caressed her lips.

“A strong punch is a full body movement, think of it as a wave of energy.” I don’t wait, I push off my back foot and rotate my back hip forward. As my hip turns, my torso and shoulders follow, my core acting as a bridge to transfer the leg power to my upper body. I extend my shoulder forward, and I snap, firing another punch with my left hand. He staggers and falls to one knee. The Reaper shakes his head weirdly before getting back up. I let him stand. “Dora…” Dale’s voice continues in my head. “Keep your muscles relaxed until the split second before impact. Tension slows you down.”

"Use the momentum of your hips. Drive the force through your shoulder, not just your elbow." He stepped back, giving me space. I took a deep breath, trying to force the swirling heat out of my stomach. I pivoted my hips, snapped my shoulder forward, and threw my fist into his chest exactly the way he had positioned my hand. The impact was significantly louder. My knuckles throbbed violently. Killian still did not budge a single millimeter. He remained completely anchored to the grass, entirely unaffected by my physical strength. "Better," Killian stated, acknowledging the improved technique even though the strike meant nothing to his massive frame.