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“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”

Yet, the force had been mutual. Chantelle paid for it with a fractured wrist, and the pain threw her off completely, breaking her rhythm and leaving her wide open. Francesca's punch landed squarely on her back, brutally solid. Lauren specialized in internal energy—devastating, invisible damage. Francesca, however, was trained in external power—tearing muscles and cracking bones. With a loud gasp, Chantelle coughed up blood and stumbled forward two steps, barely keeping on her feet.

In numerous urban fighters academies, the skills of junior learners are frequently labeled as external energy. The term 'external energy', commonly referred to as the Resilient Body Technique, involves rigorous conditioning through prolonged physical training. That process would enhance the body's resilience to strikes, fortifying its ability to withstand impact and boosting overall explosive power. Once that stage was mastered, learners progressed to the Inner Energy Technique realm. Just like those seniors in the park, moving gracefully through their Supreme Balance Arts routines, they have actually begun to tap into a primal vital energy within themselves. It was subtle, that energy, and

And without wasting any more time, he readied himself before the dummy, and prepared himself for another outburst. “Hah” Along with his voice, came a surge of energy. But this time instead of trying to maintain his state, he struck at the dummy with full power. *bang* The unfortunate dummy was knocked back about ten metres. The dummy had been blown of its stand cleanly. If one looked at it, they would see a huge dent on its chest. The dent was large and so deep that it almost seemed to create a hole in the dummy. “That’s enough. Your power is good. After you learn to better use outer energy we will work on your control. Rest” The 5th said.

“I said hit me.” I shrug. “I did.” He groans. “Okay, new plan. I’ll show you the moves, and then we’ll practice.” I nod. “That sounds more my speed.” Scott teaches me how to palm strike, a quick, effective move aimed at the chin or nose. Then he shows me how to elbow strike, how to knee an attacker in the stomach, and even how to kick them where it really hurts.By the time we’re finished, I’m breathless and laughing, wiping sweat from my brow.

"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 ".

My mate was great at finding people’s strengths to pull on in order to help them find faith in themselves. “One thing they teach in Karate is an open-palm hit. I want you to do it to me as hard as you can,” she said as she got into position. “With all due respect, Luna, I’m not sure if I can do that.” He glanced over at me before looking back at her. Okay then. I walked up to her and smirked as I threw the hit with my normal strength. She did not move at all, nor did she cry out. The way she planted her feet allowed her to maintain a center of gravity that would absorb the force.

There was no way she'd get a good score punching like that. "Hey." I came up to her and she gave me a weak smile. "Hey. I suck at this, don't I?" She asked with a knowing look. "I would definitely not say that you suck. There are plenty of girls that can't even do what you just did. I will say that you need to practice more on using your body's momentum to increase the force of your punch. Here, watch." She gladly stepped aside and I got into position to punch. As I surged my fist forward, my hip turned to the side and my feet also turned. I stepped back and checked how hard the hit was. "See now that's not my best, but it's still a good example."

I couldn't imagine someone like her breaking down and giving up on her life. "Nala, you're not focused!" Calvel growled as I tried to punch the sandbag in front of me. "I'm trying!" I swore. "It's just… I don't have the muscles to do that…" Calvel sighed and crossed his arms. "You don't need them. All you need is to know how to throw a punch and then do it using your inner force." I dropped my hands in frustration. "If there's a switch to that power somewhere inside me, then I surely don't know where it is."

Taking my hands she folds my fingers closed, arranging my thumb on the outside. “You want to hit with here” she taps my knuckles with two slim fingers. “And you move your hips and chest in time with your fist so the blow carries more power” I nod my head as she speaks trying to absorb all her wisdom. “Now swing” I throw my fist out.