26: Chapter 26 Pretending to Comprehend the Meteor Fist Technique
The next day.
On the open-air training ground of the elite base.
Wang Pingan was practicing the "Meteor Fist Technique" in a "clumsy" and rigid manner.
His movements looked stiff and awkward.
His footsteps were unsteady, and his punches lacked power.
Several times, because his qi and blood were not circulating smoothly, he held his breath until his face turned bright red, almost choking himself.
He looked exactly like a clumsy child who had just received a new toy but didn't know how to play with it, getting himself into a mess.
"Hey, Wang Pingan."
Su Yue was passing by with a bottle of water. Seeing him like this, she couldn't help but laugh.
"What kind of fist technique are you practicing? Why does it look like you're having a spasm?"
Wang Pingan looked up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and gave a somewhat embarrassed smile.
"The Instructor just taught me this. It's called the Meteor Fist Technique, and it's too difficult."
"The Meteor Fist Technique?"
When Su Yue heard the name, the smile on her face vanished instantly, replaced by a look of gravity and a hint of sympathy.
"Is that the self-harming fist technique known as the 'Newbie Killer'?",
"The Instructor is really overestimating you, isn't he?"
She shook her head, gave Wang Pingan a look that said "you're on your own," and turned to leave.
Wang Pingan watched her back, secretly happy inside.
If you're going to act, you have to go all the way.
He continued his "clumsy" practice.
Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.
The Instructor.
He was standing with his arms crossed under the shade of a tree not far away, watching this side with an expressionless face.
Wang Pingan's heart stirred; he knew the main event had arrived.
He pretended not to see him and continued to practice "diligently."
He deliberately left an opening, threw a punch, stumbled in his footsteps, and almost fell over.
That pathetic appearance made the Qin Shan brothers, who were lifting weights in the distance, shake their heads.
The Instructor's brows furrowed imperceptibly.
He just watched quietly.
Watching Wang Pingan fail again and again, and start over again and again.
That stubborn resilience flashed a hint of admiration in his eyes.
Suddenly.
Just as Wang Pingan threw another punch.
His seemingly powerless fist, the moment it was swung, erupted with a brief but exceptionally sharp gust of wind!
Although it was only for a fleeting moment.
But that fist intent, that explosive flavor belonging to the Meteor Fist Technique, was keenly captured by the Instructor.
The Instructor's eyes lit up.
He no longer stood by, but stepped forward and walked over.
He walked to Wang Pingan's side, looked at his still awkward posture, and said in a deep voice.
"Your problem isn't the moves, it's the intent."
"You are always thinking about controlling your qi and blood, and trying to imitate the moves, so your fist is dead."
"What is a meteor?"
The Instructor didn't give direct guidance but asked a question instead.
Wang Pingan paused for a moment and answered subconsciously.
"It... is it a stone falling from the sky?"
"Wrong!"
The Instructor's voice suddenly rose.
"A meteor is combustion!"
"It is the light of that single moment when it burns itself out and tears through the darkness!"
"What you need to strike with is not just a fist, but that spirit of charging forward without hesitation, ready to perish together with the enemy!"
"Forget the moves, forget the qi and blood! Pour your anger, your unwillingness, and all your emotions into this punch for me!"
"Again!"
The Instructor's voice exploded in Wang Pingan's ears like thunder.
Wang Pingan's body shook violently.
His eyes changed.
He looked up at the Instructor's serious face, his own face displaying an expression of sudden enlightenment, full of surprise and gratitude.
He nodded heavily at the Instructor.
"Yes! Instructor!"
He took a deep breath and set his stance again.
This time.
His entire aura had changed.
If he had been a stubborn piece of wet wood that wouldn't catch fire just a moment ago.
Then he was now a barrel of high-concentration gasoline that had just been thrown a spark!
"Hah!"
He let out a shout and threw a punch!
Meteor!
Falling!
Whoosh!
This punch produced a sharp, air-tearing sonic boom!
A semi-transparent fist force shot out from his hand and slammed fiercely into an alloy target used for testing strength more than ten meters away!
Clang!
A crisp sound of metal clashing rang throughout the entire training ground!
The half-meter-thick alloy target vibrated violently, leaving a clear, several-inch-deep fist print on its surface!
The entire training ground fell silent instantly.
Everyone who was training stopped what they were doing and looked over here with eyes that seemed to have seen a ghost.
The water bottle in Su Yue's hand dropped to the ground with a "clatter."
The Qin Shan brothers, holding stone locks, froze in mid-air.
And the Instructor, standing beside Wang Pingan, was completely frozen.
In his eyes, which had been as calm as an ancient well for ten thousand years, for the first time, an unconcealable, surging shock appeared!
What... what did he just say?
He just gave a few random pointers and talked some mystical nonsense about fist intent.
This kid... this kid actually fucking unleashed fist force?!
And it was externalized fist force that left his hand!
This is the level of mastery that only comes with the "Proficient" stage!
He looked down at his own hands, then looked up at Wang Pingan, his eyes filled with bewilderment and self-doubt.
Could it be... that I am actually a buried martial arts grandmaster?
Can a single sentence from me lead someone to sudden enlightenment?
"You..."
The Instructor pointed at Wang Pingan, his lips moving, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.
"You... how did you do that?"
Wang Pingan withdrew his fist, looked at his hand, and his face displayed a perfectly timed expression of surprise and disbelief.
He scratched his head and looked at the Instructor with a somewhat embarrassed expression.
"I... I don't know either, Instructor."
"It's just that when you said that earlier, my brain went 'buzz,' as if something exploded, and then... and then I just punched it out."
"Instructor, you are truly amazing! That was like a sudden enlightenment!"
Wang Pingan looked full of admiration, his eyes so sincere that they could squeeze water out.
The Instructor looked at him, opened his mouth, and finally, could only squeeze a few words through his teeth.
"...Monster."
He had lived for over forty years, and the soldiers he had led and the students he had taught numbered at least eight hundred, if not a thousand.
He had seen many geniuses, too.
But a monster like Wang Pingan, whose comprehension was so heaven-defying that it was unreasonable, was a first for him.
This wasn't just some uncut jade.
This was simply a divine stone that had been blessed!
Wang Pingan watched the Instructor's expression of questioning life, almost laughing out loud.
He knew.
From today on, this Meteor Fist Technique would be Wang Pingan's signature.
It would become yet another piece of compelling evidence for his "rapid progress."
It would also better allow him to hide the true source of his terrifying strength under that dazzling halo of genius.
He had already started to look forward to it.
What kind of "surprise" this fist technique, full of explosive aesthetics, would bring to himself and his enemies in real combat.