Cara Memukul Dengan Tenaga Dalam の小説・ストーリー

"Now, let's see a basic punch." Zyra threw a punch, but it was clear she was holding back. Marcus shook his head. "You need to put more power into it. Imagine you're aiming to knock me out." Zyra took a deep breath and tried again, this time with more force. Marcus nodded approvingly. "Much better. Now, let's add some kicks."

He retracted his hand, touched his chin, and thought for a while. "Before you throw a punch, you have to calm down and hold your breath.This is very important.Don’t let your strength dissipate too soon.What’s more, observe the weak point of the target and focus on that point.Don’t give the enemy any time to react.Always make quick moves.Do it like this." Blair showed me the proper way to punch. I tried hard to memorize all his moves, but I was still a little confused.When I wanted to ask him, the referee announced that the second round of the competition would begin.

I mimicked his position, feeling awkward and exposed. “Good. Now, when you throw a punch, power comes from your hips, not your arm.” He moved behind me, his large hands adjusting my posture. “Like this…you’re going to pivot on your back foot, rotate your hips, and let that momentum drive through your shoulder into your fist.” His hands were firm but gentle on my arms, guiding me through the motion. “Thumb outside your fingers, or you’ll break it. Aim for soft targets…nose, throat, solar plexus. You’re small, so you need to be smart about where you hit.”

The sound of Jamal’s heart racing fills my ears, while my other arm tightens around his neck as I can feel him begin to fight me, cutting off the memory before I know what actually happened. I deliver a powerful punch to his jaw; the impact echoing in my ears. The crack of bone mixes with his groans of pain. His hands desperately grab onto mine, trying to pry my grip from his neck. With a surge of strength, I hoist him slightly off the ground, feeling the strain in my muscles. Slamming his head onto the unforgiving floor, a sharp thud resonates through the room. I raise him up again, repeating the brutal motion, each impact sending shockwaves through my body. Blood begins to pool on the hard

The way his body had felt underneath my fingertips, the heat that unfurled inside me whenever I thought of him. I slammed the stick into the dummy so hard the frame rattled. “Hey, easy, killer,” Marcus said with a laugh, jogging over. “You’ll break something.” “Good,” I muttered. He chuckled but didn’t push. “No, not good. That something might be your arm. It’s less about brute force and more about the angle, and therefore power, of your swing. If you keep blindly hitting at the dummy you could break your weapon, our friend or even your limb.”

Felicity stood firm, bracing herself as she held the punching bag steady for Astrid. "Alright, Astrid," she instructs, her voice calm and encouraging, "focus on your form. Make sure your fist connects squarely with the center of the bag. Imagine your target is right there." Astrid nods, determination gleaming in her eyes. She squared her shoulders, aligning her body just as Felicity had taught her. With a deep breath, she threw a punch, her knuckles striking the bag with a solid thud.

[he always says the cruel things funnily] she nodded he kept his palms facing Zia "punch my hands as hard as you can" She tightened her fists and punched him. "0/10 ...use some strength... Bring your power to your hands. While punching, join all the power of your hands into your wrist and punch it ." She did as she was told, but still, her strength is not sufficient. [her body is so thin. Her hands have no meat. Her legs are shaking a little just giving a few punches... She is like a skeleton with a small piece of meat on her] "How much meat do you eat in a week?" he asked and she shook her head as No.

She was not expecting him to be that powerful. Coleman laughed at Sandra when she was stunned. After that, he twisted his wrist and slapped Sandra. The slap's angle was quite weird. Sandra could not avoid it, so she clenched her teeth, summoned her inner strength, and countered with her palm. The air surrounding them vibrated as their palms connected in the next second. Coleman's cheeks flushed, and his body trembled, prompting him to take a few steps backward. Coleman was not Sandra's opponent when it came to internal energy because Sandra had been learning from a well-known sect.

"With a grade six spirit tool, how dare you embarrass yourself in front of me?" He clenched his five fingers, and with a crack, Caspian directly crushed the token into pieces. Then he took another step forward. His whole body burst out a roar like a lion's, and he punched out in the air. There was no cultivation skill, magic, or magical power in one punch. The violent power hit the other token like a meteor or a meteorite. The platinum light only flashed. The remaining token with the “reward” character on it suddenly cracked and then exploded in the air.

As if I once knew this and forgot. Again. I repeat the motion. My muscles protest. I am weaker than I should be. Days of thin broth and stale bread have hollowed me out. Efficiency over strength, she instructs. You can not overpower them. You can outmaneuver them. My breathing steadies. If one holds you from behind, drop your weight. Drive your heel backward. Then rotate and strike here. I practice slowly, mapping each move onto my body. They will underestimate you, she continues. Use that.