Cara Memukul Dengan Tenaga Dalam Mga Nobela at Kwento

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

The power packed into my punch makes Beck stumble, but he takes it like a champ and wipes away the little blood. "Strike here-" I press my first lightly against Becks nose. "-you'll bloody his nose." "Strike here-" I press my fist against his mouth. "-you'll break his teeth." I explain. "Strike here, you can severely damage his trachea." I press my fist against Becks throat, never applying pressure. "Obviously, that is only for extreme situations." Beck interrupts, giving them a sharp glance. "I want you all to practice, punch through your enemy." I voice, gesturing for them to turn to each other and begin.

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.

It was a warning. "Prove it." I looked at the punching bag. Then at him. My hands trembled, but I stepped forward. I raised my fist, remembering the way Ronan had shown the fighters in the courtyard—pivot your hips, drive through the shoulder, let your bones follow the momentum. I swung. My knuckles connected with the leather. A sharp crack. Pain exploded up my arm, but the bag swung violently, leaving a faint dent in the heavy surface. I gasped, clutching my hand. It was red and raw.

“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.

I felt the need to point it out, maybe that'll make her go a little bit lenient on me. "It doesn't matter, that's in the past." She said nonchalantly. “It's no news that you know nothing about training. So, we’ll just start with the basics.” I nodded in understanding. "We are going to work on your stance and strength today." She told me. She held her hand into a fist and delivered a punch to the bag. "The secret is to zone in on your target, propel all your energy and deliver the punch." She explained. "Now you try." She stepped away from the punching bag.

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."