78: Chapter 77 My Kick, the Power of Twenty Years

Li Changsheng was just about to head out when he received another call; it turned out to be the delivery guy.

Since this place was near a tourist attraction, deliveries could actually be sent here.

"What a coincidence, they all arrived together. The main ingredients for Boss Cao's Flying Dragon Soup are here."

Li Changsheng remembered sending a WeChat message to Old Cao a few days ago, but he didn't expect it to arrive so quickly.

He was about to call his grandmother, but she was busy cooking. Realizing he might need to unload things, he decided to just go himself.

"My leg doesn't hurt anymore, but this cast is still quite a nuisance."

Standing up, Li Changsheng lifted his leg and found no discomfort at all; it was just that the cast severely restricted his movement.

Helplessly leaning on his crutches, Li Changsheng hobbled outside.

It wasn't far from the village entrance, but it took him five or six minutes to limp there.

A small truck and a small tricycle were parked at the village entrance—though calling it the village entrance wasn't exactly right.

After all, people could enter the village from anywhere now, so there wasn't a formal entrance. It was just that this was a main road, and some trucks and cars didn't want to drive into the village, fearing the narrow roads would scratch their vehicles if their skills weren't up to par.

"Are you Mr. Li?"

Seeing the young man hobbling toward them, both delivery men were stunned.

"Yes, that's me. Could I trouble you to help me bring them inside? My house is right over there."

As he spoke, Li Changsheng pointed in the direction.

"No problem!" the delivery boy agreed immediately; his small tricycle had no trouble with the narrow roads.

"Thanks, I appreciate it. Just leave it on the table inside."

"Got it!"

With a shout, the delivery boy drove off on his tricycle.

"This... I'm afraid I can't drive this truck in. How about this: if you give me a little extra, I'll help you carry them over one by one?"

The mover was a middle-aged man, and there was another person in his truck. For a one-time delivery of many items like this, two people working together could often earn some extra cash.

"Sure!"

Li Changsheng nodded without a second thought. He had quite a lot of stuff; after all, he had lived there for a long time and hadn't brought much back with him initially.

His old computer, large monitors, training equipment, clothes, shoes, furniture, and so on—it would have been a hassle to sell them off, and he needed them anyway, so he had simply hired a moving company.

"Alright, Brother Zhang, come out and lend a hand!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man was delighted. It was just a bit of extra effort to earn an extra few dozen yuan.

The two men quickly began huffing and puffing as they moved the items. Li Changsheng, due to his mobility issues, just watched from the side.

They only had to deliver everything to the main hall of the house. Both were experienced veterans, and their movements were very efficient; in no time, more than half of the items had been moved.

However, when they reached the final item, a loud "Holy crap!" suddenly rang out from the cargo hold.

"Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang, stop, stop, stop! I've thrown out my back!"

Hearing the frantic sounds inside, Li Changsheng hurried over and immediately understood what was happening.

The culprit was his two-hundred-kilogram dumbbell.

Actually, the thing could be disassembled, but the two men had thought they could carry it over in one go. They each grabbed one side to lift it down, but one careless move had resulted in a strained back.

"How about I do it?"

As Li Changsheng spoke, he prepared to enter the cargo hold.

"Wait, Mr. Li, this thing isn't light. It's probably at least three or four hundred pounds."

"Exactly, Mr. Li. If you ask me, you should go into the village and find a few people to help out."

The two delivery men repeatedly tried to stop him. Was he joking? He was clearly an injured person.

"It's fine, let me try it first."

Li Changsheng waved them off. He had never been able to fully adapt to this dumbbell.

During his previous training, he had used it for dumbbell rows; of course, it was impossible to do bicep curls with this kind of weight.

But back then, he could lift it using the force-redirection methods of the Eight Brocades and Taiji Stance. Li Changsheng was now far stronger than he was then, so lifting it wouldn't be much of a problem.

His only concern was his leg. After all, the lower body is the foundation of a martial artist. To judge whether someone's skills are proficient, one can usually tell by looking at their lower body stability.

If your lower body is unstable, the power you strike with will be weak and soft.

Just like the famous styles of Baji Quan and Xingyi Fist, they all emphasize that power originates from the ground.

If your lower body isn't stable, the force will naturally be superficial.

Even weightlifters place extreme importance on the lower body and pay particular attention to leg training.

"Wait, Mr. Li, don't be impulsive!"

Li Changsheng had already gripped the steel bar in the middle of the dumbbell. With a low grunt, the veins on his arms instantly bulged, each one clearly visible like small, writhing snakes.

Traditional Martial Arts emphasizes internal cultivation of Qi and external training of bone and skin. With a sudden surge of Qi, he instantly lifted the dumbbell to his waist.

The two delivery men's eyes widened at the sight.

You have to realize that the two of them had just used every ounce of strength they had just to barely lift the dumbbell about ten centimeters, and one had even strained his back.

"Hey, watch out!"

Suddenly, Li Changsheng's right leg, which was in a bulky cast, caused his balance to waver. He tilted to one side, and for a moment, the two men's hearts jumped into their throats.

If he fell and the dumbbell landed on him, he would definitely be finished.

If that happened, they would surely be beaten to death by the furious villagers.

But in the next instant, their eyes grew even wider, and their mouths hung open in 'O' shapes.

Li Changsheng's chest expanded and contracted dramatically in an instant, followed by a muffled, thunderous 'Heng-Ha' sound erupting from his throat.

Then, they seemed to hear the sound of Li Changsheng's spine crackling, followed by his right leg stomping fiercely onto the ground.

Crack!

In an instant, the entire cast was shattered to pieces by a Vibrating Force, like ice suddenly splintering, accompanied by a cloud of plaster dust.

The pieces of the cast exploded outward as if pushed by some invisible force.

At this moment, Li Changsheng's legs and hands were like the Yin and Yang of the Liangyi; it was the Liangyi Stance Training of Baji Quan.

He already felt that his right leg had fully recovered—after all, he had been back for half a month—so he simply decided to use the Vibrating Force.

Vibrating Force can be used both to borrow momentum and to kill. This single kick gathered his spirit and focused his energy, striking with the tension of a bow and the vibration of a killing blow.

When releasing power, the exterior appears soft while the interior contains hardened strength; the power used by the legs is emitted from the spine. Thus, at that moment, Li Changsheng's spine was like a dragon swinging its tail.

The spine drove the hips, and the hips drove the legs. As his leg stomped down, it not only borrowed force but also felt like a collapsing golden mountain or a toppling jade pillar, shaking the very earth.

In fact, by the time the two delivery men snapped out of it, their faces had turned pale green.

Looking down, a footprint several centimeters deep had appeared in the floor of the truck beneath his foot.

"Sorry, I'll compensate you for the truck repairs later."

Li Changsheng also felt he had overreacted, but he mostly just couldn't help himself.

Being trapped in the cast had really stifled his right leg. Using his strength was like releasing a compressed spring, and since he hadn't used it for so long, he hadn't gauged the force correctly, resulting in this big blunder.