78: Chapter 78 Trial of "Crushing Fist": The fist wind tears paper, its power is doubled.

The First Punch in the Morning Mist

The morning mist in the training hall had not yet dispersed, and ten sheets of yellowed rice paper were already spread out on the blue stone slabs.

Chen Wu's feet stepped onto the Qi Energy imprint of his grandfather's punch target, the peace lock in his palm glowing with a faint blue-gold light—the completed "Crushing Fist" manual flowed in his mind, the three-colored Qi Energy path of the third transformation circulating endlessly in the virtual space like three winding streams.

Grandpa Wang tapped a rhythm with his dry pipe on the stone table and pushed a porcelain bowl filled with cinnabar toward him: "The old rule: the fist wind tears the paper without spilling the cinnabar; only then have you grasped the way."

Lin Mo's tactical tablet suddenly lit up. The "Combat Simulation" interface of the Global Martial Arts System automatically popped up. As the virtual scanner scanned the rice paper, the screen immediately generated ten sets of data: paper fiber strength, the influence of air humidity on the fist wind, and even the micro-dust in the morning mist was marked as "Qi Energy conduction medium."

The young man's fingertips danced across the virtual keyboard, sweat dripping from his temple onto the screen: "System predicts a 67% success rate for the first punch; the main risk lies in the conversion node between soft energy and hard energy."

In the small window at the bottom right of the tablet, A-Mings younger sister was raising her homemade paper target, practicing the starting stance of the Crushing Fist in her hospital room, the peace lock wooden pendant swaying gently with her movements.

When the armored vehicle of the Special Incident Response Department stopped at the alley entrance, the Chief of the Execution Division walked over quickly, holding a metal box.

The moment the box opened, twelve alloy plates of varying thicknesses reflected the morning light—the thickest one, labeled "Military Grade," was a specialized material for riot shields.

"This is a trial target customized by the Technical Department according to your Crushing Fist parameters," she said, pulling out an alloy plate with a pressure sensor embedded in the middle. "It can monitor the distribution ratio of the three types of Qi Energy in real-time; if the hard energy exceeds 70%, it will trigger an alarm."

The Section Chief suddenly lowered her voice; hidden in a secret compartment at the bottom of the box was a black chip. "The Grey Shadow black market is auctioning a 'Crushing Fist cracking method,' and we need your combat data to interfere with it."

In the Flower Girl's basket, morning dew condensed on the leaves of the inheritance grass. The tender green leaves formed a miniature punch target, and the dew rolled on the leaf surface without ever dripping—this was the best demonstration of the Crushing Fist third transformation, "Soft Energy Locking Objects."

The young girl spread the petals of the ming jin orchid on the rice paper, the pale golden fragrance mixing with the morning mist to form visible Qi Energy trajectories in the air: "Elder Zhou said this is 'Guiding Energy Fragrance'." Her fingertips slid along the trajectory. "It can help you see the Qi Energy flow when you punch, just like installing a microscope for your eyes."

Officer Zhang's law enforcement recorder aimed at the old-fashioned wall clock. The moment the second hand pointed to exactly six o'clock, the old policeman suddenly took out a pair of boxing gloves wrapped in red cloth—the very pair he had used to subdue criminals in 1987, with faint bloodstains still remaining on the leather.

"Put them on and try," he said, handing the gloves to Chen Wu, his knuckles turning white from the effort. "This thing can amplify Qi Energy feedback; back then, it was how I grasped the trick to the Crushing Fist variation."

On the screen of the law enforcement recorder, the 1987 surveillance footage overlapped with the current scene, and the fist stances of the two generations gradually merged in the morning mist.

Chen Wu's Qi Energy spread along the gloves, and the bloodstains on the leather suddenly lit up with red light. When he focused on mobilizing the starting stance of the Crushing Fist third transformation, blue-gold hard energy rose from his Dantian, intersecting with the white soft energy at his chest, while the outermost layer of pink vital energy wrapped around his fists like a thin veil.

The virtual prompt of "Martial Arts Deduction" flashed in his mind: "Optimal punching angle 37 degrees, Qi Energy conversion timing 0.3 seconds; suggest incorporating the seventh transformation of the Tomb-Guarding Beast Breathing Technique."

The ten sheets of rice paper trembled slightly in the morning breeze, and the liquid in the cinnabar bowl remained perfectly still, as if solidified.

The Triple Shock of Fist Wind Tearing Paper

When Chen Wu's fist rushed out with the three-colored Qi Energy, the morning mist in the training hall was suddenly torn open by a crack.

The blue-gold hard energy pierced the wind like a sharp arrow, suddenly turning into white soft energy one inch before contacting the rice paper, lifting the paper flat like an invisible palm, and finally ending with the pink vital energy—the ten sheets of rice paper split from the middle simultaneously, the cuts as smooth as if cut by a knife, while the liquid in the cinnabar bowl only rippled slightly.

"Tearing paper without spilling the cinnabar!" Grandpa Wang's pipe fell to the ground. The old man stared at the paper fibers suspended at the cut, his eyes suddenly turning red. "Your grandfather took three years to reach this step, and you only took three days!"

He suddenly pulled open his collar, revealing the scar on his chest; the Qi Energy fluctuations there resonated with the fist wind. "This punch contains his hard energy, your soft energy, and that girl's vitality; it is truly the combination of three generations!"

Lin Mo's tablet suddenly emitted a piercing alarm. The pressure sensor showed that the maximum impact force borne by the alloy plate reached 1.2 times the military standard, while the Qi Energy distribution ratio was perfectly maintained at 40% hard energy, 40% soft energy, and 20% vital energy—exactly stuck before the critical point that triggered the alarm.

"System Deduction success rate 99%!" The young man's fingertips danced on the screen. In the virtual model, the fist wind did not dissipate after penetrating the rice paper but turned into countless Qi Energy threads that seeped into the blue stone slabs, drawing a miniature Tomb-Guarding Beast pattern on the ground. "This is... Qi Energy regeneration phenomenon!"

In the tactical center of the Special Incident Response Department, the Department Head was frantically taking screenshots of the real-time transmitted data. On the Qi Energy waveform chart of the Crushing Fist third transformation, the three-colored curves were like three chasing dragons, forming a perfect sine wave at the conversion node.

"The Grey Shadow's cracking method is completely obsolete!" The Section Chief's voice was filled with excitement. She imported the waveform chart into the defense module of the Global Martial Arts System. "We used this set of data to create a counter-program; any attack imitating the Crushing Fist will be automatically resolved."

The Flower Girl's inheritance grass suddenly shook violently. The miniature punch target on the leaves erupted with pale golden light, recording the Qi Energy trajectory left by the fist wind in its entirety.

The young girl used tweezers to pick up a piece of fallen rice paper fragment. When she looked closely under the sunlight, she found that the fibers at the break were slowly repairing themselves—this was the effect of the vital energy.

"Elder Zhou said this is called 'Rejuvenating Energy'," she said, her fingertips lightly touching the fragment. "It can not only hurt people but also save them; it is the most powerful part of the Crushing Fist after its completion!"

Officer Zhang's law enforcement recorder captured an even more shocking scene. When Chen Wu took off the boxing gloves, the bloodstains on the leather had completely merged into the gloves, forming a complete Tomb-Guarding Beast pattern on the surface.

The old policeman suddenly pulled up the 1987 surveillance footage. The moment the Crushing Fist he threw back then contacted the criminal, the Qi Energy trajectory had a startling similarity to the current third transformation, only missing the most critical vital energy.

"So I was only one step away from the true meaning back then," his voice filled with emotion. "It was just that I didn't dare to add soft energy into the hard energy, fearing I couldn't control it."

The bullet comments of the global live broadcast suddenly exploded into a sea of gold. 5 billion viewers simultaneously watched the slow-motion playback: at the moment the fist wind tore the paper, faint Qi Energy patterns emerged at the cuts of the ten sheets of rice paper, combining to form the complete character "Wu" (Martial)—exactly the same as the character formed by the two Bronze Tokens Chen Wu held.

The "Data Supervisors" of the Mutant Mutual Aid Association collectively flooded the screen: "Qi Energy purity 99.7%, 300% improvement compared to before the completion!"

The Miracle of Variation on the Alloy Plate

When the Chief of the Execution Division put on the thickest military-grade alloy plate, the air in the training hall suddenly became heavy.

Chen Wu's feet stepped out the Nine Palace Steps on the blue stone slabs, each step causing the Tomb-Guarding Beast pattern to light up with a faint glow—this was the new practice method suggested by "Martial Arts Deduction," combining footwork with fist energy to increase the speed of changing moves.

Grandpa Wang tapped a rhythm with his dry pipe on the alloy plate: "Try a five-hit combo, switching directly from the first transformation to the third; back in Siping, your grandfather relied on this move to break out of encirclement!"

The moment the first punch hit the alloy plate, the blue-gold hard energy exploded a shallow pit on the surface. But before the alloy could deform, white soft energy suddenly traveled along the plate surface, guiding the impact force to the edge, and finally ending with vital energy—the metal around the shallow pit actually glowed with a faint luster, as if it had been carefully polished.

"This is... a repair effect!" The Section Chief's tablet suddenly zoomed in on the data. "Vital energy can not only repair biological tissue, but it can even alleviate metal fatigue!"

The variation of the second punch was as fast as lightning. Chen Wu's fist suddenly dropped before contacting the alloy, avoiding the pre-set pressure sensor position, the three-colored Qi Energy condensing into a spiral—the display on the back of the alloy plate showed that the impact force was 50% stronger than the first punch, yet it precisely passed through the gap of the sensors.

"It's 'Avoiding the Solid and Striking the Void'!" Officer Zhang's law enforcement recorder suddenly accelerated the playback, the fist path trajectory forming a perfect cross with the trajectory of his variation in 1987. "I racked my brain back then and couldn't figure this move out; you actually managed to use it on the second punch!"

The third punch encountered an accident. When Chen Wu's Qi Energy was about to hit the alloy plate, Lin Mo's tablet suddenly sounded an alarm: "External Qi Energy interference detected!"

At the alley entrance outside the training hall, the Grey Shadow's miniature drone was emitting black interference waves, trying to disrupt the fist energy trajectory. But the moment the three-colored Qi Energy contacted the interference waves, it suddenly contracted, penetrating the wave field like a condensed pearl, and the pit exploded on the alloy plate was three times deeper than the first punch.

"It's 'Qi Energy Compression'!" Grandpa Wang's roar shattered the morning mist. The old man stared at the blue-gold luster in the pit, his pipe drawing a sharp arc on the ground. "When your grandfather was guarding the tomb in the Changbai Mountains, he used this move to fight against an avalanche, condensing his entire body's Qi Energy into a single point to break through the ice!"

He suddenly rummaged through the camphor wood box and pulled out a yellowed photograph; the Crushing Fist thrown by his young grandfather in the snow had a Qi Energy trajectory exactly the same as the current spiral shape.

The Flower Girl's inheritance grass suddenly bloomed with tiny white flowers. The petals formed a translucent protective shield, blocking the interference waves of the miniature drone outside the training hall.

The young girl's fingertips slid across the virtual panel, and the fragrance of the ming jin orchid suddenly became intense, forming a golden wall of Qi in the air: "Elder Zhou said this is a 'Qi Gathering Array'," her voice filled with surprise. "It can help you collect the scattered Qi Energy, just like installing a magnifying glass for your fist!"

When the Qi Energy of the fifth punch dissipated, a wonderful pattern appeared on the military-grade alloy plate: five pits of varying depths formed a complete Tomb-Guarding Beast claw print, and in the deepest hole, the metal was self-repairing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The prompt of "Martial Arts Deduction" sounded in Chen Wu's mind: "Crushing Fist proficiency increased to 80%, unlocked hidden effect 'Qi Energy Imprint'—can leave an exclusive Qi Energy mark on the target's surface."

The Endless Legacy of Fist Wind

When the morning mist dispersed, the blue stone slabs of the training hall were covered with fist imprints of varying depths.

Chen Wu's boxing gloves were placed on the stone table, the Tomb-Guarding Beast pattern on the leather surface shining in the sunlight, perfectly echoing the "Wu" character formed by the two Bronze Tokens.

On Lin Mo's tablet, although the Global Martial Arts System point balance was still 29.9 million, there was an extra golden star next to the "Crushing Fist Mastery" medal—representing a Breakthrough of 100 variations in practical application.

The armored vehicle of the Special Incident Response Department honked its horn three times at the alley entrance. The Chief of the Execution Division walked away quickly, holding the alloy plate, and the satellite antenna on the roof of the vehicle was transmitting the latest Qi Energy data to Interpol.

"The design for the riot squad's new shield has already been revised," she said, leaning out of the car window and waving a blueprint. "We added three layers of cushioning according to the Qi Energy trajectory of your Crushing Fist; not even a tank can break it!"

There was one more treasure in Grandpa Wang's camphor wood box. The old man carefully collected the ten torn sheets of rice paper into a box, placing his grandfather's punch target, Chen Wu's boxing gloves, and Officer Zhang's old videotape next to them.

When the sunlight shone in through the window lattice, these objects formed a complete Qi Energy cycle at the bottom of the box, and the blue-gold energy flow spread along the seams of the box, drawing a new fist path on the floor of the training hall—the starting point was the alleys of Siping in 1947, and the destination was the windowsill of A-Mings younger sister's hospital room.

In the Flower Girl's basket, there was a layer of golden film on the leaves of the inheritance grass. The young girl stuck a leaf on the back of her phone, and a simplified teaching video of "Crushing Fist" immediately popped up on the screen—the System had automatically generated a version suitable for mutants to practice based on the trial data just now.

"Elder Zhou said this is called a 'Fist Energy Leaf'," she said, her fingertips sliding over the leaf. "Sticking it on your body can slowly absorb Qi Energy; it's much more comfortable than taking medicine or getting injections."

Officer Zhang's law enforcement recorder was filming the morning training at the police academy. The new recruits were wearing training uniforms printed with the Tomb-Guarding Beast pattern, and although the Crushing Fist third transformation they threw was immature, it perfectly inherited the essence of combining hard and soft.

When the old policeman pointed out the Qi Energy deviation of one of the students, the law enforcement recorder suddenly projected the footage of Chen Wu's trial just now, and the fist wind of the two generations gradually merged in the sunlight.

"This punch is not just about training strength," his voice filled with emotion. "It's more about training the heart, knowing when to be hard and when to be soft."

Chen Wu's gaze fell on the global Qi Energy map. The blue-gold light points representing "Crushing Fist" had covered 90% of the cities, from the New York Police Department to refugee camps in Africa, countless people were feeling the Legacy of three generations in this fist wind.

What warmed his heart the most was the real-time footage pushed by the System: A-Mings younger sister had performed a complete five-hit combo in the hospital room; although her strength was weak, the timing of the three-colored Qi Energy conversion was strikingly similar to his trial, and the peace lock wooden pendant shone like a little sun in her palm.

When the last ray of sunlight swept over the eaves of the training hall, the "tomb guardians manuscript" suddenly opened automatically to a blank page. Next to the completed "Crushing Fist" manual, characters appeared out of thin air—it was exactly the "Wu" character left by the fist wind on the rice paper, with a line of small text annotated below: "Fist wind has an end, but the Legacy is infinite."

Chen Wu suddenly understood that the true meaning of the trial was not to pursue the multiplication of power, but to let everyone who threw this punch feel the warmth of their predecessors in the flow of Qi Energy.

When the last prompt of the System popped up, the door of the training hall was gently pushed open. A-Mings younger sister, wearing a newly made training uniform, walked in while holding Officer Zhang's arm, her little fists clenched tightly, mimicking the third transformation toward the fist imprints on the blue stone slabs.

Chen Wu suddenly squatted down and held the young girl's fist; the blue-gold Qi Energy flowed along their arms, merging into a rushing long river in the virtual space with his grandfather's phantom and the fist shadows of practitioners around the world.

This was perhaps the most powerful strength of the "Crushing Fist"—it could not only tear paper and break metal, but it could also tightly connect countless hearts that loved the Legacy in the long river of time, allowing the fist wind to become a messenger that crossed time and space, passing on the persistence and hope of three generations forever.