3: Chapter 3 Proficient Federal Military Boxing
Newbie welfare?
Wang Pingan's breathing hitched for a moment.
Federal Military Body Boxing was jointly created by several Martial Gods based on human physique and physical characteristics; it is a mandatory fist technique for all high school students and First-Rank Martial Artists in the Human Federation.
This set of fist techniques can fully stimulate the potential of the human body between the ages of 14 and 16, and it is also the most offensive fist technique.
To a corporate slave from his previous life who had been beaten down by the iron fist of capitalism, the word "free" was practically a sensitive term etched into his DNA.
It was either a hook to lure you into spending more money or a genuine, hard-earned benefit.
But regardless of which it was, it would be a waste not to take something given for free.
"Claim."
He muttered silently in his heart.
Without giving him any time to react, a massive torrent of information instantly washed over his brain.
This wasn't the chaotic impact of memory fusion, but an extremely efficient and precise "empowerment."
"Federal Military Body Boxing" First Form: Lunge Punch. Waist and horse stance as one, the force originates from the heels, twists through the hips and waist to tighten like a rope, and finally explodes from the knuckles.
"Federal Military Body Boxing" Third Form: Block and Counter. The angle of the arm lift, the choice of the blocking point, the subtle inward hook of the wrist during the counterattack...
Countless images, insights, muscle exertion techniques, and even combat experience from various tricky angles were forcibly decompressed like data packets and written into every nerve and muscle fiber of his body.
He could "see" several powerhouses with blurred faces practicing the fist technique over and over in the pouring rain, water splashing and the wind from their punches howling.
He could "feel" the vibrating sensation of the force penetrating through the knuckles when a fist struck a sandbag.
He could even "understand" how the same move should be varied and how the force should be adjusted when facing different enemies to achieve maximum lethality.
This feeling was too wonderful.
It was like a programmer who had never touched code suddenly having an entire open-source project library stuffed into his head; not only could he understand it, but he could also optimize it at will and even write even more impressive algorithms himself.
Even though he hadn't moved for a single second, he felt as if he had already spent ten whole years on the training ground, painstakingly practicing this basic fist technique!
Physical instinct overrode mental thought.
Almost subconsciously, Wang Pingan slid off the bed and took a stance in the small open space in the middle of the hospital room.
His entire temperament changed abruptly at this moment.
If he had just been an ordinary boy with a sudden surge in strength a moment ago, now he possessed an aura of slaughter that could only be honed through countless life-and-death battles!
Whoosh!
He threw out a standard Lunge Punch.
His arm sliced through the air, creating a clearly audible gust of wind.
The moment the punch was thrown, his wrists, shoulders, hips, and legs—the muscles and bones of his entire body—formed a perfect whole. All the force was twisted into a single strand, with not a single bit leaking out.
It was a completely different concept from the limp military boxing he had practiced in school PE class, which was mockingly called "elderly radio calisthenics."
This was a true killing technique!
The moves were standard and sharp; every punch and every kick was filled with a simple and efficient aesthetic. All movements were aimed directly at the human body's vulnerable vitals: the throat, temples, back of the heart, under the ribs...
Wang Pingan immersed himself in this wonderful feeling, practicing move by move.
He didn't move fast, but every move was heavy and powerful, filled with a sense of oppression.
The air in the hospital room became somewhat stagnant, stirred by the fierce wind from his punches.
Just as he finished a set of the fist technique and slowly retracted his stance.
Click.
The door to the hospital room was pushed open a crack.
A head peeked in; it was the young nurse who had just delivered the medicine.
"Mr. Wang, it's time to change the dressing..."
She stopped mid-sentence, the words catching in her throat.
What was she seeing?
The boy who had just been lying on the bed, and who was said to have suffered a serious head injury, was now standing in the middle of the room, striking a pose she didn't understand but felt was very dangerous.
The boy's eyes were sharp, and he exuded a fierce aura that made her heart race with fear.
Coupled with his fierce fist technique and the whistling sound of the wind he broke.
The young nurse's face turned pale in an instant.
It's over!
Could this child have damaged his brain in the car accident, been triggered, and lost his mind?
"You... you-you-you don't do anything reckless!"
The young nurse gripped the doorknob, her voice trembling.
"I'm telling you, violence won't solve anything! If you have something on your mind, you can tell me, but don't do anything foolish!"
Wang Pingan was stunned for a moment before he realized what was happening.
He looked down at himself and realized how terrifying his aura had been just now.
A First-Rank Martial Artist combined with a proficient-level killing technique was probably no different from a fierce tiger ready to devour someone in the eyes of an ordinary person.
Oops, I overdid it.
He quickly restrained his aura, and that sharp killing intent vanished without a trace, turning him back into an ordinary high school student who looked somewhat delicate and harmless.
He scratched his head, forcing an embarrassed smile onto his face.
"Um... nurse, don't misunderstand."
"Didn't the doctor say I should do some rehabilitation exercises and stretch my muscles and bones?"
As he spoke, he deliberately performed two comical chest expansion exercises, striving to look more "normal."
"I was just practicing a bit; I feel like my body is almost recovered. I didn't scare you, did I?"
The young nurse looked at him skeptically.
The boy before her had a bright smile and looked harmless, a world apart from the "thug" with the murderous gaze from a moment ago.
Had she been seeing things?
"Re... really?"
"Really, really, truer than real gold," Wang Pingan promised, patting his chest. "Look, I can run and jump now. I'm doing great."
The young nurse scrutinized him a few more times. Seeing that he indeed didn't look like he had violent tendencies, she finally breathed a sigh of relief and patted her well-developed chest.
"You scared me to death... don't practice like that anymore. People who don't know better would think you're trying to tear down the hospital."
As she grumbled, she deftly changed Wang Pingan's dressing. Before leaving, she gave him a concerned warning.
"Rehabilitation exercises should be done step-by-step. Don't be too intense, or you'll easily suffer a secondary injury."
"Okay, okay. Thank you, nurse."
Wang Pingan bowed and scraped as he saw her out. Only after closing the door did he let out a long breath.
He leaned against the door, a layer of cold sweat breaking out on his back.
That was too close.
For the first time, he realized so clearly that the system was his greatest secret. Before he had absolute self-preservation capabilities, he must never expose it to anyone.
A system that could turn someone from a mediocre quasi-martial artist into a powerful First-Rank Martial Artist in just one hour and allow them to instantly master a martial technique...
If word of this got out, he probably wouldn't survive past the next day.
What awaited him wouldn't be flowers and applause, but the fate of being sliced up for research.
He had to keep a low profile!
He calmed his nerves and focused his attention on the system once more.
[Martial Technique: "Federal Military Body Boxing" (Proficient)]
Behind the word "Proficient," there was a translucent option with a "+" sign.
[Upgrade to "Perfection" realm (Requires pay-to-win points: 500)]
Five hundred points!
Wang Pingan sucked in a breath of cold air.
It had only cost 190 points to break through from Quasi-First-Rank to the early stage of First-Rank, which significantly boosted all his attributes.
Now, just upgrading a basic martial technique from "Proficient" to "Perfection" required 500 points?
Converted to star coins, that was fifty thousand!
That was a whole month's allowance for his parents fighting bloody battles against foreign races on the front lines!
Although his mom and dad were only Second-Rank Martial Artists, that money was still earned with their lives.
This system really was a "pay-to-win" system in every sense of the word.
Despite the heartache, Wang Pingan also understood that it was definitely worth the price.
Proficient-level military boxing, combined with his strength as a First-Rank Martial Artist, already possessed power far beyond his imagination.
So what if it reached the Perfection realm of "returning to simplicity, where skill nears the Dao"?
This thought planted a seed in his heart.
I need to get money!
I must find every possible way to get money!
...
After staying in the hospital for another day and confirming that all his physical indicators had returned to the level of a normal person—no, far exceeding a normal person—Wang Pingan completed the discharge procedures.
His injuries had long since been washed away by the massive vitality energy during those two rounds of pay-to-win strengthening, leaving not even a scar.
Returning to the home he had been away from for several days, a familiar sense of loneliness washed over him.
The 120-square-meter apartment was neat and tidy, but it was empty, without a hint of life.
He walked to the living room and looked at the family portrait hanging on the wall.
In the photo, his father in a crisp military uniform and his equally heroic mother were smiling as they stood on either side of him.
Back then, he was still very young, with a carefree smile on his face.
But now, they were billions of kilometers away on the interstellar battlefield, fighting ferocious monsters or foreign races to guard humanity's defense line.
Wang Pingan reached out and gently stroked his parents' faces in the photo.
Previously, he had only felt powerless and guilty.
But now, an unprecedented determination rose from the bottom of his heart.
He wanted to become strong!
To become strong at any cost!
Only by becoming a true powerhouse and standing at the top of the world could he ensure his parents were no longer in danger and allow the family to truly reunite!
Just as his heart was racing, the personal terminal on his wrist beeped twice.
It was a message from the Grade 12 (Class 7) class group chat.
Class Monitor Zhou Li was conducting the final strength assessment before the start of the school term.
【Zhou Li: @All Members. Classmates, the summer vacation is almost over. Please send me your current martial arts realm and blood qi values via private message. I'll do a final count to help Teacher Liu arrange the teaching plan after school starts.】
As soon as the message was posted, the group chat immediately became lively.
【Wang Hao: Sister Li, I'm still the same—Quasi-First-Rank, vitality 95. I can't get it up any higher. I'm crying.】
【Chen Xue: Me too, stuck at 90. My family spent tens of thousands this summer, and my vitality only went up by 2 points. My dad is about to break my legs.】
【Zhang Wei: Stop humblebragging, you guys. I'm only at 78 and have already prepared to give up and apply for a liberal arts university.】
The group was full of sighs; most people were struggling in the quagmire of Quasi-First-Rank.
Just then, a message popped up that instantly silenced the entire group.
【Zhou Li: Just received some news. I'll announce it to motivate everyone! @Li Moran, our class monitor, spent the summer in secluded cultivation and has already stabilized at the Mid-stage First-Rank realm with a blood qi value as high as 185! He could break through to the late stage at any time! Everyone, let's applaud!】
A huge row of "666" and "Big boss is awesome" emojis immediately flooded the screen below.
Wang Pingan looked at the message, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Li Moran.
The school hunk of Shencheng No. 1 High School and the acknowledged number one genius of Grade 12 (Class 7).
With a distinguished family background, handsome looks, and amazing talent, he had already broken through to become a First-Rank Martial Artist in Grade 11. He was the apple of every teacher's eye and the Prince Charming in every girl's heart.
He was also the unreachable mountain in the original owner's memories.
Mid-stage First-Rank, vitality 185.
Indeed very strong.
Wang Pingan brought up his system panel.
【Realm: First-Rank Martial Artist (blood qi value 138/300)】